"May I have this dance?" Harry's request bounced off her. He wants to dance? But he hates dancing. Suspicious, she glanced at his face, trying to figure out his true intentions. Harry, as if reading her mind, with a sheepish grin, said, "I never got to dance with you at the Yule Ball in my Fourth Year, and I want to dance with you at least once tonight." "And it is Valentine's Day." He added hopefully.
Ginny smiled. "That's really sweet, Harry." His grin grew wider and he gestured out to the dance floor. "Ready?" He asked. She took his hand and said, "Let's go." Once on the dance floor, she caught a look at Ron and Hermione, who were slowly swaying around the room with blissfully unaware of their surroundings, which was a good thing as they didn't see the jealous looks they were getting from some of the younger ones. Turning back to Harry, she said, "Those 2 seem to be in their own world." "Ron had the same idea as me, and decided to ask Hermione to dance, who up until that point, had been dancing with some creepy old men." He shuddered at the thought of something happening.
"Poor Hermione. I trust my brother didn't bother her?" Ginny asked him sharply. "Cause if he did…." She muttered under her breath. "No worries, he was perfectly polite. Until one of the guys said something vulgar 'bout 'Mione and Ron hexed him, before he could get another word out." Harry replied, grinning.
"Enough about them, I want to know more about your plans for the rest of the night?" She asked. Harry lowered his head to her ear, and whispered, "I plan to ravish you. Do you have any idea how sexy you look in that dress? You've been teasing me all night, but that's enough of that." Ginny blushed. With a cheeky smile, she pulled him off the dance floor and dragged him to the loo.
Let's just say, they had a lot of fun that night.