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⤷ intro :: ”

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hey everyone! This is my entry for the #HPADesignABall Weekend Contest :)

This blog is written like a short story from Ginny’s POV. I hope you enjoy it :).

(Edit: thank you for the feature!)

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“Wow. This looks great, Hermione!” I exclaim, surveying the ballroom around me.

A few weeks ago, before the exams ended, I asked Hermione to help me throw a party. In order to get clearance from Professor McGonagall to allow students up past curfew, we reluctantly changed our idea to a ball, with all students invited. This, we knew McGonagall would agree to sooner than a party. And after a little bit of persuasion, she did.

It took us ages to pick a theme- Hermione was set on it being academic-based while I wanted something more whimsical. I was picturing something enchanted, perhaps romantic. We compromised on an elegant academic ballroom.

I was desperate for this ball to go well, considering my neck was stiff from studying and my hands cramped from note-taking. Hermione assured me it would be worth it, but I’ve never particularly cared about exams the way she does.

I was so desperate, in fact, that the room of requirement became suited to our needs the first time I opened its doors. Now, with Hermione’s decorations, the room is absolutely perfect.

The layout is open- the foyer has an elegant, almost debutante stairway that adds to the mood of the room. Two walls are lined with bookcases, resembling a library, while the other two are gorgeous, dainty in a way I cannot explain.

There is a small stage, slightly raised from the ground, that has instruments that have been charmed to play music for us- (Hermione pulled some strings with Professor Flitwick). Half of the ballroom is composed of tables-some meant for sitting, one with pumpkin juice and some sort of sugary punch, another with small desserts.

Honestly, I am impressed. I think we have even topped the Yule Ball. This will be less formal, less awkward. Only a few professors are chaperoning, much to Hermione’s surprise.

“Thank you. I believe it turned out quite well.” Hermione smiles shyly, glancing back in Harry and Ron’s direction. Her hair moves gently with the sudden movement, and I can’t help but ire her elegant hairpiece.

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Noticing her lingering stare on Ron, I hold a smile back of my own. It’s not exactly a secret she fancies him- I’ve noticed her attitude around him change a lot this past year- but the realization she’s already like a sister to me makes me giddy

“You don’t have to stay here for me, you know. You can them.” I tell her reluctantly, not wanting her to leave but also not wanting her to stay for my benefit. She glances at me uncertainly.

“ me,” She requests pleadingly, “Ignore him. Please?”

The “him” in whom she refers is Harry. After kissing him, I can hardly stand to be around him anymore. Although my heart hopes otherwise, my head tells me he still views me like a little sister. This revelation stings, and I avoid Harry whenever I can.

Hermione is aware of this, yet still is persistent in trying to bring us back together. I honestly can’t tell whether it’s for our benefit or hers- being the only girl in a group of guys has it’s disadvantages.

“Alright.” I sigh, shaking my head in feigned annoyance. “I’m not dancing with him.”

This has some truth to it- I will not ask him to dance- but I have a sneaking suspicion if he asks me, I will not refuse him.

“Thank you.” She breathes out, linking her arm with mine and herding me towards Ron and Harry.

They both stand up straighter when we arrive.

“You look nice.” They both blurt, cheeks reddening. I can’t help but laugh. You’d think the chosen one and my brother would have more lady skills, but alas....

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“Did you lose the bonnet?” I tease Ron, looking at his tux. He ditched the dressing robes and bought one with money Harry gave him. Boys with their bets. At least Ron doesn’t look ridiculous tonight.

“Very funny.” Ron gives me a look, but his eyes glide back to Hermione. They stare at each other a moment.

Harry leans in to whisper something in my ear before I even notice him moving. “This is going to be awkward.”

I startle, trying not to laugh. I lean towards his ear to whisper back, “Worse than the Yule ball?”

Harry shakes his head slightly. “No, not worse,” he pauses thoughtfully, “err.... do you want to dance?”

I can feel the blush spreading on my cheeks. “Sure.” I whisper back, almost breathless, as his hand reaches out to clasp mine. “Lead the way.”

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⤷ outro :: ”

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I’ve never been the best writer, but I still had fun with this prompt! Let me know if you liked it :)

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⥰ ciao ⟹ ¡ hope you enjoyed !

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