Dance Lessons
Ginny was sitting under a big tree, on the school's grounds. It was Friday night. Stars had already lit up in the sky, and the moon was shining. She was thinking about her 'private' life. As we know she was dating Dean those days, but she just liked him. It wasn't love. He was just a handsome and kind guy, but she couldn't tell she want to spend her whole life with this boy. But at the same time she didn't want a break up, because this relationship was nice. As long as she didn't fall in love with somebody, Dean stayed cool.
Suddenly she heard steps. Whose were those? It was almost midnight, and she had never heard anybody's steps whenever she was there. Maybe it is Hagrid? No, they are too… light? Seconds passed by, Ginny was getting more and more scared, and then she saw…
- Malfoy?! – whispered she.
- Yep? – he said. – Oh, little Weasley. Good afternoon! – he smiled.
- You are drunk!
- Of course I am!
- What the hell are you doing here?
- Oh, bad girl, you shouldn't swear like that! The same goes to you, by the way, little Weasley, - he took a swig of Fire Whiskey, from the bottle which he keept in his left hand, and sat beside her. Ginny moved away a little bit.
- It is not your business, Malfoy! And would you, please, let me make my own decisions!
- That's better. You are becoming more polite!
- You haven't answered me.
- Have I? Sorry, little Weasley. I was just taking a walk, - he shrugged and made one more swig.
- Taling a walk near the Forbidden Forest at midnight? You think I'm stupid enough to believe this?
- Oh, Weasley, are you always so rude to people?
She kept silent.
- Sorry, - she said iat last. – Never meant to offend you.
- Did you?
- Shut up, Malfoy.
Why didn't she go away? Or at least moved a little farther away? Why did she apologize? She didn't know. She just wanted to stay here beside Draco Malfoy, who was drinking Fire Whiskey.
They spent minutes (or hours?) just staring at the sky full of stars.
- Weasley?
It sounded too lous in the silence around, so, she gave a start.
- Hmm?
- Would you dance with me, Weasley?
- What?!
- Would you dance with me, little Weasley? – he repeated patiently.
- Why on earth do you want me to dance with you?
- Why on earth are you sitting beside a drunk Slytherin in the middle of the night?
- I don't know, - she admitted.
- Now you see. Me too, - he took his last swig and stood up.
- But I've never da…
- Oh, who will see us? Everybody is sleeping now. Come on! – he reached out his arm to help her stand up.
- Is it Draco Malfoy persuading me to dance with him? – she took his arm and stood up.
A moment after he put his other hand on her waist and began to move very slowly.
- Am I doing something wrong? – she whispered.
- Just relax, little Weasley. A man should be heading you.
She tried to do what he said, and suddenly realized that she really enjoyed the feeling of his hand on her waist.
- There is no music, - she whispered.
- Do you really need it, little Weasley?
- Not at all.
They were dancing. How long did they do it? Nobody knows. Finally she said:
- You got to be pretty tired now, don't you?
- Why?
- I'm still a terrible dancer, - she looked up at his face.
- But you forgot that I am a brilliant teacher!
- Oh, how could I! – she exclaimed. – Would you forgive me someday?
- Only if you'll come here next Friday, little Weasley. To, you know, continue our dance lessons.
- I'll try my best.