Something Flowery (Hinny Fanfiction) {Completed}

Ch. 67 Dance Through The Night

The air was freezing as Ginny awoke, looking around at the dark, brown grass that surrounded her. Tombstones littered the place, and she automatically remembered it from her other visions. A house loomed in the darkness. But it was a short vision, and soon was disconnected. The last thing she saw was a large cauldron big enough to fit a man inside, sitting in the shadow of a large grave marker.

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As soon as it was around two hours till the Ball, Ginny had been kidnapped by the girls in her dorm and was dragged upstairs to her persistent taunts. Harry, although, stayed downstairs in the Common Room, talking to Ron.

Apparently the boy had asked Hermione a few days before, wether she would consider going to the Ball with him. The girl immediately said yes, and Ron had paused in his story with a dreamy smile that indicated that she had kissed him.

Harry relayed how he'd asked Ginny out, and Ron had mimed puking several times before finally raising his eyebrows.

"Still don't get the whole Bond thing. Isn't it weird though? Dating your best friend? I've noticed that with Hermione and me." Harry could imagine said girl popping up to correct her 'boyfriend's' grammar, but shook the thought away.

"I suppose it's strange, but...." He might as well get it over with, "Ron, you know that I'm in love with her, right?" The boy colored slightly, but then smiled.

"Yeah, I know. Kind of obvious, mate." Ron laughed, slapping his friend on the back. Harry chuckled, bringing his hand up to nervously rub at the back of his neck.

"Should we just go get dressed?" He suggested, seeing they had now a little less than a hour to change into their robes. Ron shrugged his reply, standing and stretching.

The day had been physically exhausting for Harry, with the long classes and the nervous energy he had bundled inside him. Sirius had sent him a dark purple bow tie the day before, one that supposedly matched Ginny's dress. She'd told Harry it's color, but not anything else. She had the image of it nestled deeply in her mind. One thing Harry already knew, however, was the Ginny looked amazing in dark colors like purple or black. The few times he'd seen her out of tee shirts and into formal attire, they'd been light colors, except for once when she'd worn a dark green sundress for a family picnic.

Harry pushed that out of his mind, still wondering how long it'd take her to get dressed and stuff. He'd already felt streams of panic rush into him from just after she'd been pulled upstairs, but all through the rest of the time she'd been up there waves of annoyance were coming from her. Harry suspected that the girls were putting makeup on his Bond Mate, which made him realize that he'd never seen her in makeup.

After changing into his robes and sprinting out of dodge from Seamus's chatterings about what the girls would look like, Harry slowly walked downstairs again, tying his bowtie quickly.

His hair was still out of place, and the black vest he had on was annoyingly itchy, but all of his complaints dissolved minutes later, when Ginny walked down the stairs.

It was ten minutes until the ball by the time they'd shoved Ginny into her dress and put light makeup on her, so she had sat on her bed watching the girls fawn over their dresses, an annoyed expression was etched over her face. She was the same height as everyone else in Fourth Year, so she didn't seem out of place or anything, but her bored look definitely set her apart.

Ginny, of course, was nervous. She could feel Harry's excitement leaking into the Bond as he waited downstairs, and with a quick flourish of her hand, Ginny notified the girls of this. They all hurriedly grabbed purses, except Hermione, that Ginny didn't really think was necessary, as they filed downstairs. She and Hermione went last.