May I have this dance?

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by sunflowerday2663

by sunflowerday2663

Elizabeth's POV
It was a sunny day, everything was quiet... except it wasn't. Today was the ball and I still had to figure out what hairstyle I wanted.

"You're going to look so good in your red dress!" Hermione squealed as she finished her hair.

"Yeah..."

"What's wrong?" She was obviously concerned

"It's nothing, I just hope Ron likes it"

"Of course he will! And if he doesn't he's an idiot... well he already is an idiot but you get the idea" she spins me around, trying to make me feel better.

We finally finish getting ready around 6:45. Ron was downstairs waiting for me. He had some flowers for me and was taping his fingers against his pants leg. I slowly walk downstairs,watching Ron's expressions carefully.

Ron's POV

As I saw Liz walking down the stairs I stop to stare.

"Bloody hell... Harry are you sure that's my date?"

Harry chuckled and nodded, patting me on the back

"That's your girl"

I couldn't help but stare.... She was beyond beautiful. I almost caught myself drooling. I quickly composed myself as she met me at the bottom

"These are for you..." I hand her the flowers trying to stop myself from turning the color of my hair.

I take one more look at her, really noticing how the red made her eyes pop. Oh! her eyes... how beautiful they are... and her hair, no her smell... it's unique. Even though she has lived with us Weasleys for years her sent has always been... I don't know how to describe it, perhaps floral. Like a natural flower but dark, not like summer more like winter

"You look... amazing" I finally say, realising I'd been staring for too long

In the back hermione shakes her head, obviously amused by my lack of focus, but can you blame me? I mean look at her...

ELIZABETH's POV

We arrive at the dance, of course I make a grand entrance. I pull Ron away from the food as quickly as possible

"No sir, we're going to dance!" I say, pulling him to the dance floor

"But-" He protest but leaves it be knowing he won't get his way. He gives in and suddenly becomes a gentleman.

"May I have this dance, love?"

I was a bit surprised that he gave in so easily but I didn't hesitate to answer

"You may" I grin and I wrap my arms around his neck, he put his arms around my waist and we sway to the music.

"Not to bad, cinnamon" I tease

"Aw do you have to call me that now?" He whined

"It's cute! And it makes you turn into a baby"

"I'm not a baby!" He insisted, spinning me and then pulling me back again his chest. I blush a bit not expecting him to know how to do that.

"Surprised?" He said with a cocky grin

"Yeah very" I admit, still caught off guard by his actions

He grins, overjoyed that he got such a reaction out of me. For the rest of the night we dance and of course eat.
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The night goes on just fine, me and Ron having the time of our lives. Soon we find ourselves having the last dance of the night. As we sway to the slow music we keep eye contact. Towards the end Ron pulls me close. I smile, loving this attention and intimacy. We haven't been able to do our usual activities since we were back at school but every once in a while we sneak to an abandoned alley. Still it's not the same...

As the music fades Ron leans in for a kiss, our lips touch softly as other that were watching clapped and whistled, probably because we weren't supposed to be kissing but I didn't care if we got detention. It was a passionate kiss, Ron dominated it pulling me closer as he grew more and more hungry.

Eventually we pulled away before a professor pulled us away but we did in fact get detention. Too bad, it was definitely worth it.
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