Something in the way they look:
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Chapter 1: The Red head of fire.
Something in the way they look,
Something in the way he talks,
Something in the way she listens,
Something in the way they dance all night long.
Ginny's p.o.v:
Ginny weasley sat at the Gryffindor table at the start of term feast, the sorting had just finished and Albus Dumbledore was getting up to make his start of year speech. "This year we will be holding an inter-house talent competition…" he announced "…and when I say inter-house I mean I have paired up couples from different houses and chosen what they will be doing", cool, this could be fun she thought "every one will also be able to do something of their own choice with another person" "I have the list of pairings in my hand so here goes… I know at least two people will want to kill me after this, but any way, starting with gryffindor and slytherin." "Lavender Brown and Vincent Crab " "Colin Creevey and Sarah Hollingsworth" "Seamus Finnegan and Christina Danforth" "Hermionie Granger and Blaise Zabini" "Neville Longbottom and Chloe summers" "Parvati Patel and Gregory Goyle" "Harry Potter and Pansy Parkinson" "Fred Weasley and Georgina Hellden" "George Weasley and Mariah Hellden" "Ronald Weasley and Eliza Maiden" "Ginevra Weasley and Draco Malfoy" she turned to Harry "ferret boy? He's got to be kidding" she whispered angrily "Parkinson? I'd rather be partnered with Grawp" he screamed desperately, she chuckled at this.
Professor Mcgonagal Handed out the letters informing them of what they were going to do. Suddenly two voices shouted "NO WAY, I AM SO NOT DOING THIS" they looked at each other and blushed. "What? What does it say?" asked hermionie, Ginny handed her the letter and sat down with her head in her hands, sighing. "Ha ha… erm… ahh poor Ginny… how will you ever survive this torture?" Hermionie was laughing her head off. The letter read, "Please don't kill me but you and Mr Malfoy will be watching a muggle film called Dirty dancing and dancing to the final song I've had the time of my life. P.S it's for your own good. Please go to the room of requirement at 8pm tomorrow night (your special clearance card shall arrive tomorrow at breakfast). When you get there just say film night and the door will appear.
Yours truly Albus Dumbledore
God she hated her Headmaster now.