Chapter Three

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Harry was dancing with Ginny.

And he was leading.

And he had only stepped on her feet three times.

He was in a state of shock.

The Yule ball . . . well, Parvati was leading, and he had stepped on her feet numerous times. Ginny was a good dance teacher. She had murmured to him instructions, making silly jokes the whole time.

But now the song was ending, and Ginny was pulling him over to the drinks. She poured some pumpkin juice, and offered it to him. Harry sipped it quietly, savoring the sweet cinnamon taste on his tongue. (AN- Pumpkin juice is often made with cinnamon. Yum!)

Ron and Hermione came over, holding hands. Ginny made a sort of strangled choking noise, at which Hermione glared at her.

"Hello, Harry! Ginny, did you see the washrooms? They are all decorated!" Hermione pulled Ginny over in the direction of the girl's toilets.

Ron kept glancing sideways at Harry. Several times he seemed to be about to say something, but shut his mouth. Harry felt a little bit angry. Ron had dragged him into this. Granted, he was having a good time, but still . . .

"Erm, Harry?" Ron said.

"Yes?"

"Are you, are you having a good time?" Ron stuttered. Harry shrugged. "Because, you know, we could go back to the common room."

Harry looked at Ron. His ears were pink, and he was picking at the edges of his sleeves. Harry felt a sudden rush of pity for his friend. "No, that's alright. I'll be fine." Ron smiled, relieved.

Ginny and Hermione returned, pulling Harry and Ron over to the mounds of pumpkin pasties, rich cakes, and sweets. "Harry," Ginny grinned. "I happen to have here a few Canary Creams, courtesy of my dear twin brothers. What say you we slip these into the pile of cream puffs?"

Harry laughed. He couldn't help himself, the mischievous look on Ginny's face was so similar to the twins. And it was a good idea, too. He nodded. Ginny, with a comical look on her face, slipped them onto the top of the pile, grabbing a few harmless ones. Handing Harry one, she licked her fingers and popped a whole cream puff in her mouth. Swallowing, she went over to Neville. Harry followed her.

"Hello, Neville."

"Hi, Neville."

"Hello Ginny, Harry."

"Where's your date, Neville?" Ginny looked at him, questioning.

Neville shrugged. "Don't know. She ran off somewhere."

Ginny made a sympathetic noise. Harry cleared his throat. "Er, who were you going with?"

"Luna. But that's ok, we just wanted to come and as it was dates only . . ."

"Hey, Neville, want to dance?" Ginny suddenly asked. Harry felt a rush of jealousy. She was his date! Why was she asking Neville, of all people, to dance? "If that's okay with you Harry." Harry nodded dumbly. He was angry and jealous and he didn't know why.

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