If He Only Knew (Drinny)

Yule Ball part. 1

I was thinking to myself for a while and realized something, if I did every moment of Ginny's years through Hogwarts this story would be extremely long. So I'm only doing the important events leading up to where I need to go to.

Ginny's POV

I'm now in my third year if you didn't know. It's going good, I'm trying to get over Harry but it's so hard. Especially when you're worrying day and night about what his next challenge will be. He was never going to ask me to the Yule ball, so I decided to accept Neville's invitation of going with him. If I didn't expect it I wouldn't even be going and so Neville is so sweet and we're good friends.

I walked down the stairs my arms linked with Neville's. I saw Harry gaze up with his mouth hanging open, I felt myself blush but soon I realized why, Hermione was walking down the stairs in front of me, looking absolutely stunning. All I had to wear was this horrible pink and green dress my mother sent me, I'd modified it with transfiguration and now it fit perfectly with no frills on the end, I like sewing and making clothes and items, my mother taught me at a young age.

I looked down ashamed of myself for thinking Harry would ever notice someone like me. I looked back to where Harry was standing talking to Hermione and Ron. My eyes shifted to the side Draco Malfoy stood looking shaken, he was probably gazing at Hermione I thought. Until his eyes locked with mine, he gave me a slight smirk. And run a hand down his side. Which obviously ment in his and my code language, like what you see? I did my not bad expression at him, which he understood immediately and raised his eyebrows. 

Me and Malfoy use talk in code language, were not friends or nothing, we like winding each other up. We've been doing it for the past year.
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I've been dancing for ages, and Harry hasn't even asked me once. Some other boys have, but when I finish my dance with Neville again there never there, probably Ron's doing. All night if seen Neville grow more and more nervous, and that ment standing on my feet every moment possible. He was looking directly at the Hufflepuff in his year Hannah Abbott. In the end I had to ask her for him and they've been going strong for about 5 songs now. I gave a small smile they'd both wanted to ask the other to Yule ball but we're to nervous to do so.

I saw Harry sitting next to Ron looking miserable, I plucked up my courage and was on my way to ask him to dance with me. When a very sexy looking Malfoy stood in front of me, wait did I say sexy, ugh kill me now.

"Dance with me Weasley." He demanded.

I side stepped him. "No sorry Malfoy I can't." If I didn't ask Harry soon he was probably doing to go.

"No I'm sorry Weasel, because you don't have a choice." He said and grabbed the top of my arms and pulled me to him. My head hit his chest hard, and I had to keep it there because my head was pounding.

"Like my chest Weasley." He smirked at me, he was taller than me now, which was a real Damn shame I couldn't call him shrimpy anymore.

"No I don't." I say lifting my head, only to have it pressed back in his chest.

"Stay like that, I like it."

"Malfoy you're really weird."