The Dance for a Lifetime

Chapter One

By: Death of Roses

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Ever since I was a little girl, all I wanted was to be noticed. I wanted to pull away from the darkness Riddle left for me. I wanted to free myself. I wanted to forgive myself. But I couldn't. I was caged like a bird within the depths of darkness, pure darkness.

I never really had accepted the fact that fate would end this way ever since the Chamber. The Chamber made me realize what I feared, and what I wanted, and what I dreamed of.

That was when I first danced.

I was a bit shy and hesitant when I first laid foot in the stage room that I had got from the Room of Requirement. I looked around, making sure that no one was there, of course no one was. But I was just like that, insecure of everything, until I felt the joy of dancing.

Ginny slowly unbuttoned her robes, taking it off to reveal a ballet dress. Or sort of, it was the best she could transfigure out of her old and tattered ballet dress she had gotten as a Christmas present from Charlie. Only he knew about her secret passion for dancing, and she intended to keep it that way.

Her dress was black, pure black, and was in every way a dress and in no way a ballet dress. It ended at mid-thigh and had straps, but aside from that, it was nothing special.

Ginny already had her ballet shoes on, which were obviously black to go with the outfit.

One step at a time, she walked up on the stage.

And every time she did so, she would feel the blood pump through her veins, sending shivers down her back. She started slowly, doing some warm-up dancing and then gradually started dancing Aurora's Variation from "Sleeping Beauty".

She was a good dancer, but nothing special. She had only started over the summer when Fleur taught her when she was visiting Bill.

She leapt into the air, taking slight note that the higher she jumped, the less control and balance did she have.

Sweat beaded from her forehead, but she paid no attention. She closed her eyes, remembering the moves by heart. The simple feeling of dancing was enough to drive her blood wild. It was so great, each move brought a different sensation.

She truly loved dancing.

That's when she ended the dance, standing on the tip of one foot.

And so, that was how Ginny Weasley spent her nights, sneaking out past curfew and returning around 11 o'clock. She told Ron and Hermione that she had to use the Library, since she HAD to study with the O.W.L.S. coming up, being in 6th year.

The wind was turning cold as November neared, Ginny thought to herself as she clutched her bag, heading towards the Great Hall for lunch.

She stopped in mid-track as she found the Dream Team and none other than Draco Malfoy. And by the looks of it, Ginny groaned, they were in another fight. Normally, Ginny wouldn't have cared, but they were blocking her way to the Great Hall.

Taking a deep breath, she walked straight forwards, walking towards the Great Hall—also walking towards them. To Ginny's immense dismay, Draco had spotted her. Then again, how could her not when she was blocking his view of the Golden Trio by standing between the two?

"Well, another weasel to join us." He smirked.

"Watch it-" Ron began, until he was forcefully cut off by his currently fuming sister.

"Malfoy, get a life. Because if you don't, I will take it personality to make sure you don't have any life at all left within that pathetic body of yours. Now shut the fuck up." Ginny hissed dangerously before stomping in the great hall. Of course, usually she would have just kept her mouth shut. Usually she would have ignored him. But she just felt tired today. Or at least, that was the only explanation she could say.

I was furious. I glared at all the students, daring them to say something to me. Thankfully to my immense relief and fortune, none of them did.

I walked over to the Gryffindor table and took a seat at the far end, and starting eating lunch the way I loved to do—in silence.

Not too long after my arrival in the Great Hall did the dream team and Ferret Head (I snickered at the thought) arrived, taking their respected seats at their respected tables, with their respected students looking at them, and eating their own respected meals.

I poked at my peas, not having much of an appetite (obviously) and with another swish of my cloak, I left the great hall, heading towards my Sanctuary.

'Stupid Weasels..' Draco hissed the thought in his head, shooting a glare to the Weaslette, who was exciting the Great Hall. With his thoughts swirling around only one thing—revenge, he followed Ginny Weasley.

Ginny was about to enter the room of requirement, already have her dancing dress under her robes. And she could just get a set of ballet shoes when she entered the room of requirement.

That was, until she stopped dead in her tracks.

"I didn't know that ferrets follow after a weasel, or in my case, Weaslette." Ginny said rather calmly, though inside she was burning with fury at the thought that with only one step, her secret sanctuary would be revealed to a ferret.

"A predator always spots it's prey." Draco smirked, walking closer to her.

"And do tell, who is which?" Ginny smirked.

Draco scowled, pinning her against the wall opposite of the Room of Requirement.

"Why don't you tell me?" He hissed his hot breath against her spine.

She was disgusted, she tried to shove him away, but he quickly stopped that by shoving his whole body against hers, holding her in place.

"I didn't know you had it in you to sully your hands over a Weasley." Ginny smirked, their faces only inches apart.

He pushed himself away from her rather gracefully, and his trademark smirk appeared again. "Now what would ever make you think that, Gin?" He played innocent.

Ginny scowled and tried hard to refrain from puking at the way he said her name, the way he said it so mockingly.

She cursed some colorful words out loud, as her heart painfully just wanted to dance, though didn't want a Malfoy to find out and torture her about it by spreading her secret around the school, the secret of her love for dancing.

She was torn between wanting to rush in the Room of Requirement, not caring about Malfoy, or waiting until he left.

"Just go away." She said, her voice showing a little pleading.

"Why should I?"

"Please, Malfoy."

He smirked tauntingly. "Or is the Weaslette going to do something... out of the rules," He licked his lips, "with another person?" He let out a laugh.

"I'm warning you Malfoy, you know that isn't true and you better take it back." Ginny felt tears stinging her eyes.

"Aww, is the Weaslette going to cry? Is she going to wait for Pot Head to rescue her like... the Chamber?" Draco smirked. He was well aware of what went on by listening to everything in Hogwarts, and slowly, he just put the pieces together.

Ginny's eyes widened in horror and shock mixed as he brought that up. And only one word was able to process through her mind, the one word that she feared the one word that brought many more words, the one name.

Tom Riddle

One bright, silver tear dropped on the floor, followed by others as tear by tear flowed freely from her eyes.

She slid down the wall and onto the ground as she clutched her head, trying to block the voices from her head, letting out a whimper every now and then. Everything around her became a blur as she could only hear the voices.

Ginny...

Poor Ginny…

Sweet Ginny...

You know what to do, don't you?

You won't leave me, like that others, will you?

You'll still stay... of course you will.

You are the most loyal person... Ginny…

But why are you running away from me?

No… Go away… I don't- I didn't...

Ginny, you're hurting my feelings. Did you not tell me you loved me?

Please Tom, get out of my head..

Ginny..

Ginny…. Only you know the truth…

Draco didn't know what to do; he had never seen her in this state before. He knelt down beside her, gently grabbing her shoulder. "Weasley.. Weasley.. Snap out of it!"

"No.. No.. He's still here.." She whimpered, her eyes shut tightly as she shook her head.

"God damn it Weasley, Who's there?" Draco cursed, running his other hand through his hair in frustration.

Suddenly, Ginny opened her eyes, running into the room of Requirements, not caring about Draco anymore.

He's there again, inside my head. He's haunting me again. He's there. His memory was clearly imprinted in my mind when he left. He left it there to haunt me. I know it.

I want him out, I don't want to listen. Only dancing can't take my mind off it, yes, I know it will.

I rushed into the Room of Requirement, not giving Malfoy a second thought and discarded my robe unto the floor, not caring if Malfoy's eyes were widening as I barely took notice that his pants seemed to have grown tighter around his waist.

Of course, if I had noticed, I would have saw that I accidentally put on the low cut dress Charlie had given me over the summer, barely covering anything. I took off my shoes, hastily slipping the ballet slippers on.

Then, I ran towards the stage, leaping into the air as I repeated the ballet movements to Variation from "Carmen".

I danced, even when my thoughts were cleared of the memories, it still scared me. So I danced.

Draco mustered all his will to stop gaping at Ginny. The dress covered barely anything, to Draco's pleasure, and also showed what curved the Weaslette had! Also the long legs.. He stopped at that thought. Best not be going there, Draco. Each time she moved, the dress would move with her, showing creamy white thighs and black silk panties.

Draco's attention was diverted when she started dancing. Her movements, they were graceful even though fast and out of temp, showing how scared she had seemed. But she danced with emotion, even thought right now the emotion was fear.

Ginny jumped again, before coming to her senses and realizing that the jump was too high, higher than she could normally withstand and she lost her balance. And instead of landing on the ground, she fell on it with force and gasped at the pain where her ankle was.

She instantly gripped the pain searing in her ankle with her hands clenched firmly where her ankle was, causing the pain to dull a bit.

That was, until she gasped again at the sight before her.

It was only then that she realized that Malfoy had been there all along.

"I didn't know you could dance." Draco smirked, knowing that he discovered the Weaslette's secret. Well, it had to be a secret since no one in the school knew about it.

Ginny began muttering incoherent words that sounded like 'no'. "Ma-Malfoy.." She murmured, not knowing what to say.

"Looks like I discovered someone's secret.."

Ginny stared at him, aghast. "Please Malfoy, don't." She said, her eyes pleading.

"And why should I?" That bloody, hateful, arrogant smirk was ever present on his features.

Ginny looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes for if she did, she would be drawn by and consumed in the depthes of his eyes.

"I'll think on it." Malfoy smirked arrogantly. With this little secret, he had blackmail on the little weaslette.

His smirk got even wider at that thought as he walked away, leaving Ginny to drown in her frustration.

DoR: Well, I'm sorry I'm not updating the rest, but this idea just.. came at me. I don't mean to be selfish, but reviews encourage me (as I am sure it does to all writers) and without my encouragement, I can't really do much. I hope you can just take a little bit of your time to review, please? Thank you, whether you review or not!