Title: Perfect
By: Amanda
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For: Karen. Karbear1
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I'm just playing with JK Rowling's toys. I promise to put them back when I'm done, whenever that is.
Timing: GoF
Pairing: Ginny/Harry - Neville
Summary: Perfect isn't real. It's not in the expectations, but in the reality.
Completed: December 22, 2005
Notes: Third of my Christmas Gift Fics…for Karen! Thought I'd try Ginny on for size this time around. Just for you!
Ginny sat curled up in an easy chair, in the Gryffindor common room. The whole school was a buzz, and yet she felt a slow drag. Professors didn't pay the same attention to school work, students were filled with idle chatter and the Trio was preoccupied. And not exactly talking to each other.
It gave the youngest Weasley's mind a chance to wander.
And it usually wandered to the same place. The one thing she was safely curious about, maybe – secretly – looking forward to.
The Yule Ball.
She could picture it, going to it. Being at the centre of it. From the top of her head (her bright red hair swept up in a French twist, with soft curls) to her toes (in white satin slippers). Even the white dress gown she'd wear. White, as not to avoid clashing with her hair, and flowing. So it would billow out at the bottom when she twirled. And new, it would be brand new. The latest style, with the thin straps and low neck line.
Everyone would be in awe of her. In awe of how grown up she looked – she was. How she wasn't just the littlest Weasley. How she was maturing into a beautiful woman. The whole school would see it. They would finally see it.
Most of all, her date would be in awe. He would see it. Slapping himself silly for how he hadn't seen it before. How the great Harry Potter had failed to notice the beauty hiding in his best friend's sister.
A dream like smile graced her young face. She could see the perfect image of Harry taking her to the Yule Ball. The two of them, arm in arm. The first waltz. The pair of them dancing together under the enchanted-ceiling of the Great Hall. The longing glances at each other. The accidental touches.
The perfect start to so much more.
She was so far into her daydream that she didn't notice anyone else enter the room. She didn't notice the figure coming up behind her, or the small, stammering voice calling her name.
So the tap on her shoulder made her jump and squeal.
She spun around, hand twitching to reach for her wand, ready to defend or punish depending on who had startled her. But she softened at the sight of Neville's nervous face.
He was shy, and sputtering. In a bashful mix of words and hand gestures he managed to ask her to the Yule Ball – or really, his own feet since that's what he was looking at the whole time.
And Ginny thought, she did have that old, pale blue dress, from her cousin. And she was talented at hair charms. She could dress up and show everyone that she was more than someone's little sister. Besides, it could be fun.
She smiled up at Neville when he chanced a look at her. She agreed to go with him.
Even things that aren't perfect can be magic.
End.