Dance With Me
Chapter 1 – Mysterious Reality
Ginny Weasley woke up to the warm rays of sunlight pouring through her open window on a beautiful Saturday in February. She rolled over on her four-poster bed and pulled her covers up to her face. Her mood contrasted with the weather; the weather outside brought joy and warmth, but she was feeling lonely and tired.
Ginny was a shy sixth year who liked to spend her spare time by herself reading in the library. She was lucky to have Sara Malten as her best friend who could talk to her and understand her feelings.
"Ginny?" mumbled Sara from the other corner of the dormitory. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah, I guess I am," Ginny murmured sleepily from under her sheets.
"Are you going to go and eat breakfast soon?"
"I will, but I'll meet you there, okay? I might take a while longer getting ready."
"Okay, I'll see you down in half an hour."
With great difficulty, Ginny dragged herself out of bed, and looked in the mirror. With her wavy shoulder length red hair, light sprinkling of freckles, and warm brown eyes, Ginny had a subtle beauty that not many people noticed.
She took a quick shower, changed into her school robes and made her way down to the Great Hall. She was still half-asleep, not really paying attention to where her feet took her; all she concentrated on was putting one foot in front of the other to get to the Great Hall.
Suddenly, she was roughly pushed by someone, and she fell over onto the ground, trying to break her fall with her hand. A sharp pain shot through her wrist.
"Oww," she groaned. She could feel that her left wrist was sprained, but thank God that it wasn't her writing hand. She sat there and cradled her hand, hoping the pain would go away soon.
Then she heard an extremely annoying giggle. It was Pansy Parkinson.
"Well, well, Weasley, be more careful on your feet next time! You've got to watch where you're going, don't want yourself getting hurt, now do you?" She laughed again and flipped her hair, smiling at someone behind her.
"Pansy, move out of my way, I'd like to get to breakfast already," drawled the boy behind her. Apparently, Pansy was trying to impress this boy by picking on Ginny. Ginny recognized this voice…
"Sure thing, Drakie!" Pansy then moved on towards the doors to the Great Hall, Malfoy following behind her, leaving Ginny still seated on the floor with her sprained wrist. As Malfoy passed by her, she lost herself in the unreadable depths of his alluring grey eyes. She couldn't deny it, he was extremely attractive. He just sneered at her, and continued on his way. But in that moment that their eyes locked, Ginny almost thought that in his eyes she saw… sympathy? No, it couldn't be.
Ginny finally stood up. She was on the verge of tears; it was only the morning, and she was already having the worst day ever! She went into the Great Hall, and went to find Sara at the Gryffindor table, but Sara was no where to be seen. So Ginny slowly sank down into her seat at the end of the Gryffindor table, filling her plate with eggs, toast, and bacon, finishing off with a glass of orange juice.
Having nothing better to do, she let her eyes wander over the Great Hall. Her eyes rested upon the hated Slytherin girl, Pansy, who was trying to chat it up with Malfoy. For an instant, Ginny could swear that Malfoy's eyes flickered over to her, even if it was just for one milli-second. But when she blinked, she just saw him talking with his friends and eating his breakfast.
Ginny finished up her meal, and walked out of the Great Hall. She didn't notice the pair of grey eyes following her out of the Hall too.
A few hours later, Ginny wandered aimlessly through the halls, hoping to get some extra time to herself in the library. It had turned out that Sara wasn't hungry, and decided to go to the library to study for a test coming up. Now, Sara was back in the common room.
Ginny was feeling very low, so she decided to head to the library. When she reached it, she was just about to open the door, when someone else forcefully opened it from the inside, knocking her over for the second time that day. She fell face first onto the ground, her hair falling all over her face.
"Watch it, Weasley!" a familiar cold voice said to her.
By the time Ginny looked up and got her hair out of her face, she saw a flash of blond hair and the hem of expensive black robes whipping around the corner.
"Well, sorry Malfoy," she whispered, mostly to herself.
She cleaned the dirt off her second hand robes, and picked up her books, which had fallen from her book bag. Suddenly, a red and green sign on the notice board caught her eye.
HOGWARTS VALENTINE'S DANCE
FEBRUARY 14th, 8:00PM-MIDNIGHT
FOURTH YEARS TO SEVENTH YEARS ADMITTED
DON'T MISS OUT ON THE FUN!
"That seems interesting enough," thought Ginny. "But who would I want to go with?" Harry Potter came to mind, but only because he was the last boy that she had a crush on. Now, she was over Harry, and still had yet to find the right guy. If Harry did ask her to the dance though, she of course wouldn't refuse.
Turning away from the notice board, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye that had fallen to the ground. It was a beautiful eagle feather quill; she could tell that it must have cost quite a lot. She decided to return it to the owner; she could never take something like this. But who did it belong to? Her mind flashed back to the incident minutes ago. Malfoy, of course, how did she not think of that right away? She would give Malfoy back his quill the next morning, even if he was a self-centered piece of scum. She just didn't like the feeling of taking something that rightfully belonged to someone else.
Trudging up to the Gryffindor common room entrance, she stated the password, "Honeyduke sweets", and proceeded on to her dormitory, where she exhaustedly threw herself onto her comfortable bed, and drifted off into a deep sleep…
She looked breath-taking in a beautiful sparkling blue gown. She walked into the ballroom alone, looking around at the magnificent surroundings. Suddenly, her nose caught a whiff of a wonderful scent. She was then being whisked away by a pair of strong arms onto the dance floor, being twirled around, like everything was right in the world… but who was her mysterious dancer? She tried to squint through the heavy fog that was gathering between them… but the more she tried to distinguish the person's face, the foggier everything became, until she was drowned in the sea of mist.
Ginny jerked awake from her nap, breathing a little faster than normal. Pinching her arm to get herself back to the present, she couldn't help but wonder… the dream felt so real, and she also felt that her mysterious dancer was someone she knew.
She just didn't know how close she had been to him.
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