I think that there's only going to be one more chapter after this... we'll see. I'm not great with writing relationships although I can ship and start them off with the best of 'em
Harry, Ron and Ginny sat at their table watching as their classmates conversed and danced with huge grins on their faces. Resting her head in her hand, Ginny let out a huge sigh. Harry's eyebrows furrowed in response to Ginny's obvious display of frustration.
"What's the matter, Gin?" Ginny looked down at herself and shrugged.
"Dunno... I'm just a little bored, I guess." She shrugged again. "No one has asked me to dance. Maybe I chose the wrong gown?"Ginny, in fact, chose the perfect gown for herself. It was a bright yellow color that faded into white at her chest, shoulders, and upper arms. The sleeves came down to mid forearm and the waist was tapered. The bottom half of the skirt of the gown was embrodered with green, blue, and purple thread to make it look like a sumer day in a field with colorful butterflies gliding along. The jersey material allowed the skirt of the gown to hang but float gracefully with every movement. Harry thought she looked enchanting. "Do I?" Had he said that out loud? "Yes ye did." Apparently he can't think properly around her. Ginny giggled into the palm of her hand. "Ye know yer cute when ye blush." Harry tried to turn his attention else where as his cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. He noticed Ron just starring off into nothingness.
"Oi! What's the matter with you?" Harry shook Ron's shoulder. Barely able to tear his eyes away from the dark corner of the room, Ron looked over at Harry with his mouth slightly agape. Harry chuckled lightly.
"What do you suppose is keeping McGonagall?" Harry could hear Ginny's faint attempt to hold back her laughter.
"She went to talk to Hermione." Harry gave Ron a lopsided smirk. Ron looked like he had no clue what was going on.
"So...?" Harry shook his head. "They're... talking?" Harry looked back at Ginny then to Ron again. Harry stood and patted Ron on the back.
"You are really clueless sometimes, mate." He held out his hand towards Ginny. "I know I'm not a professional, but I would be pleased if you would join me in a dance." Ginny grinned and slipped her hand into Harry's. As they both made their way to the dance floor they heard Ron cry out.
"What are they doing?" Ron watched as Harry pulled Ginny close to him and began an unrhythmical sway. Towards the end of the song, Harry leaned over and kissed Ginny. Ron spaced off, his eyes glazed over.
Minerva's bare back hit the bed. She laid there with a sheen of sweat covering her body and Hermione hovering over her on all fours. Minerva slipped her hands up Hermione's arms and into the brown locks. Hermione's eyes softend.
"I love you" Those three words passed through Hermione's lips again and all Minerva could do was to pull the brunette down to her to meet her lips in a tender kiss. Pushing a thigh up against Hermione caused all tenderness to be ripped away from that particular moment.
Reality smacked Ron in the face. He looked around with a slight blush and wide eyes. When he found no one looking his way, he quirked an eyebrow and smirked.
"That's what they're doing" He sounded like a dirty old man offering a piece of candy to a woman of 24 years of age. All of a sudden, his eyebrows furrowed and a look of disgust plastered itself to his face. "That's what there doing? ugh!" The shrill of his voice caused several students to turn sharply and look at him.
