A/N: Okay, I have to write this! I have to! And I can't work on the other story at the moment anyway, because my computer that it's on isn't working. Therefore, I cannot transfer the chapters! Gomen nasai! You'll forgive me, though, I promise.

Disclaimer: Not mine, kay?

She was acutely aware of herself in that brief moment. He merely passed her by in nonchalance, not noticing her, yet still his essence crashed over her, rooting her to the spot. Her breath caught, her mind whirled, and she whipped round, but he was already gone.

It was an insane mob of bodies driven mad with lust and longing. They danced against one another - bodies caressing, sweat dripping, heat rising - and for a moment she was afraid. Afraid she might lose herself.

Blaise caught her watching and smirked haughtily. Ginny immediately flushed and stared down at the table. She could not, however, keep from looking up at him once more. When she found his blue-gray eyes watching her in amusement she froze. Pansy Parkinson caught what was happening and laughed behind her hand. Ginny stood quickly and rushed from the hall, leaving behind a very confused Harry.

Ginevra Myree Weasley took a deep breath, forced herself into a self-assured calm, and slipped her cloak from her shoulders before she strode through the crowd of entangled bodies. Her heart thumped painfully against her chest, but she ignored it and continued into the middle of the group. A circle formed around the misplaced Gryffindor.

Ginny stood alone in Honeydukes sighing wistfully as she gazed out the window into the street, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. At the very moment in which she was about to give up, hands alighted on her waist before slipping down to her waist. Her breath caught and the heat rose in her. She knew who it was. She knew with out having to look.

"Draco..."

Then he was gone. He slipped through the door and smiled knowingly at her through the window before disappearing down the street.

"Oy! Looks like we've got a lost little lion here," Pansy called out coldly. Laughter rippled through the crowd, and Ginny closed her eyes - but not in embarrassment. She closed her eyes to better focus; to concentrate her need.

Staccato piano notes drummed through the room followed by other string-oriented instruments. The sound of mourning violins hummed around her and she began to dance to the tango. She mercilessly teased the Slytherin boys; moving her hip seductively and allowing her arms to move like liquid until a partner stepped forward.

Blaise molded to her body as though he'd been made for her. Indeed, it looked as though two halves of one splinched soul had found one another and were reveling in their union. Ginevra did not flinch once despite the way his hands roved familiarly about her body and his chest pressed against her back.

The Slytherins were struck speechless as they watched Ginny and Blaise move against one another despite the social taboo of Slytherin and Gryffindor acting in such union. Even Pansy could to nothing more that gape in astonishment and longing.

Ginny was deaf and dumb to them, however. There was so much emotion, so much tension, so much need in her that she did lose herself as she'd previously feared. If she had any strength to spare she may have marveled at how much of a release this was; how very comforting. It was not frightening at all. It was relief.

Ginny was whipped away from him, but stopped before the link that was their hands could break. She looked at him for a brief moment before she was snatched back. Their bodies came together for a brief moment before Ginny took four sharp steps backward, staring intently at him. Their fingers, previously intertwined, longingly broke away - pulling Blaise forward so one leg was forward and his hands were out leaving him in a stance of entreating. He body begged for her return, and return she did.

Making one turn, she stopped before him and their hands joined once more before he pulled her forward onto his leg whilst he leaned back. One hand clasped hers while the other supported her at the very top of her thigh. Her forehead rested on his neck and his chin on her own. They stayed like that, their ending pose as the song finished and faded into nothing.

Applause broke out; somewhat unwillingly at first, then fervently as they remembered that Blaise was one of their own. The two began to disentangle slowly, but before they departed completely, Blaise stole secret kiss. Ginny froze, leaving Blaise to pull away on his own. He did so as slowly as before then spun Ginny about for the crowd. The applause continued along with whistles and cat-calls as they took official bows.

Music resumed and the Slytherins began to dance once more. Ginny slipped away from the group to a table of refreshments and poured herself a drink. Disowning her proper demeanor, she gulped the refreshing liquid down quickly and immediately regretted doing so.

It's spiked!

Deciding not to drink a drop more, Ginny placed her cup down, about to return to the floor. Hands slipped around her middle and lips nuzzled against her neck, causing her heart to flutter.

"A kiss was not part of the plan, Zabini," she hissed.

She was responded by a soft chuckle followed by a familiar voice purring, "You mean, he actually kissed you?"

Ginny stiffened as she realized just who was embracing her. Her cheeks flushed and she looked across the room to see Blaise watching her and Draco. She saw a flicker of disappointment, anger, and hurt before the mask was replaced and Blaise slipped into the mass of dancers.

Wake up, Ginny, she chided herself, this is what you wanted, right?

Before she could reflect on the question, Draco spun her around, his eyes dancing with mischief. He pulled her close and murmured, "Care to dance?"

Ginny licked her suddenly dry lips before responding.

"Yes."

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