After Fleur came Ginny.
Compared to Fleur, Ginny was much more reserved. Throughout the dance, she merely stared at Harry with a flushed face, without blinking.
By the time the dance ended, the girl had nearly fainted.
Before they knew it, the ball had come to an end.
Besides Hermione, Ginny, and Fleur, other Witches had invited Harry to dance as well.
Harry declined most of them, but he did not refuse some people he knew, such as Angelina from the Quidditch team.
After the ball, Hermione took Harry by the hand and led him outside. Eventually, the two arrived at a secluded patch of bushes.
They lay down amid the bushes. Hermione, her face red, complained:
"Fleur and Ginny are so annoying, but we still managed to shake them off."
Harry merely smiled without answering.
As the night deepened, countless stars glittered in the sky. Moonlight fell like silver gauze, making the bushes scattered with magical glimmers seem even more ethereal.
Suddenly, Hermione stopped her incessant complaining. Harry noticed that she was staring intently at him, her eyes already brimming with tenderness.
Hermione's breath brushed across Harry's bangs, tousled by the night wind, while her trembling fingertips traced the curve of his jaw.
In the end, the little witch gathered her courage and slowly leaned closer, until she could feel Harry's scorching breath.
The instant their noses touched, the distant Whomping Willow shook off its blanket of snow, startling a flock of sleeping owls.
Her lips lightly brushed the corner of his slightly parted mouth, tasting the lingering sweetness of mint candy.
Without hesitation, Harry took the initiative, gripping the back of her neck and pulling her closer.
Moonlight flowed over their overlapping silhouettes. The grass rustled softly, and magical dandelions suddenly bloomed, their seeds drifting through their entwined