Disclaimer: Checking, checking . . .Nope, definitely don't own it. All char. belong to J. K. Rowling, genius at large.

Ron adjusted his new dress robes. "How do I look?"

"For the thousandth time, you look fine." Harry moaned. "Fred and George did not pick out the ugliest color in the shop!"

Ron's robes were dark red, similar enough to maroon to make him hate them. "Are you sure? Because they don't particularly like me, and they know I hate maroon."

Harry groaned and fake banged his head against the bed. "Just- you look fine!"

"Alright. Okay. When are you going to get ready? The ball is in a half an hour!"

"Come on, Ron. It doesn't take long. Besides, Ginny doesn't really care how I look."

"Please?" Ron begged. "I just need to keep busy. I'm kind of nervous." Ron had gone a slight tinge of green underneath his freckles.

"Fine! Okay, alright, I'll get dressed!" Harry had grown out of his bottle green dress robes, and Mrs. Weasley had bought him a new set of teal robes. He pulled them over his head, changed his trainers to black shoes, and combed his hair in an effort to neaten it.

"Well," Ron sighed. "Guess we'd better get going down to the Common Room."

Harry shrugged and Ron looked straight in front of himself, muttering what seemed to be, "Keep cool . . . it's ok, Ron, you can do it." Harry held in his laughter as they trudged down the stone steps.

Ginny was already there. She smiled at Harry. "Hallo! Hermione's getting ready, she says she'll be down soon." Ginny was wearing dark blue robes. The only signs that they were second hand were a slight fraying and the cuffs and collar and a small stain near the top.

"Erm . . . " Harry felt a bit uncomfortable. "Shall we wait for her?" Ginny looked extraordinarily pretty. She nodded.

Hermione came down. Her hair was smoothed back, like the day of the Yule Ball, and she wore lilac robes. Offering her arm to Ron, she said, "Well then. Shall we go?" Everyone nodded except for Ron, who was ogling her.

"Oy, Ron!" Ginny grinned. "We're going now!" Ron turned scarlet and mumbled something. They walked on towards the Great hall.

"Wow!" Was Harry's response to the Great Hall. All of the tables had been removed, and The Weird Sisters were playing softly. A large table had been set up, where food and drinks were. Chairs were situated all around the perimeter.

Ron and Hermione got up to dance, blushing. "Erm . . ." Harry said. He was a bit uncomfortable. He didn't know Ginny that well, after all.

"Do you want to dance?" Ginny asked, looking at him strangely. Harry shrugged. "Oh, come on. Look, I'll show you."

"How do you know how?"

"Mum taught me. She said it was something every young lady" here she snorted "should know. Here, this way. . . '

And she proceeded to teach him to dance.

Well? What do you think? Tell me! I know the ending is a bit weak, sorry about that.

Charmingly-holly- Thanks for your review! I absolutely adore your stories. Write more! Or else! I tried to format it better. Sorry about the shortness, that's just me, I'm afraid.

Sirius' sheelah- Do you really love it? Awww. . .

A Harry and Ginny Dreamer- I'm glad you think it's off to a good start. Yes, it is my first HG fic, although I did write a silly parody, which is quite short.

And to Areida Rivers- Aaah. I added the necessary changes. What do you think of this chappie? I rather like it. But parts are a bit weak. Thank you for your review!

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Trish Shakespeare