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Dance With Me
Chapter 2 – Hidden Heart
It was Monday morning, the beginning of the week, the end of the weekend, and the first day back to classes. Once again, Ginny wasn't in the best of moods. Her wrist still slightly hurt, and she still had to give back Malfoy's quill.
"I'm not giving it back in person," said Ginny to herself, after some thought. So she borrowed Sara's owl, Perches, and told the owl to deliver the quill back to Malfoy. Then, after a bit of thought, she attached a short note: "You left your quill outside the library - Ginny Weasley"
With a soft hoot, Perches flew away to make the delivery. After watching the barn owl take flight, Ginny changed clothes and got ready for class. Her mind wandered back to the dance, which she suddenly realized would be taking place in just three weeks. She had decided that she would like to go with Harry even though she didn't really see him as her crush anymore. Who else could she go with, Ron? She didn't think so.
She hurriedly made her way down to her first class, Charms. Today, they were trying to make a pillow revolve around their partner's head, and make it fly back over onto their own lap. Ginny and Sara worked together, talking about the dance.
"So, who would you like to go to the dance with?" Ginny asked Sara. Ginny was unsuccessfully trying to revolve the pillow, which kept hitting Sara in the face.
"Hmm, I haven't really – oof - set my mind on any particular guy yet," she replied. "How about - oof - you?"
"Well," Ginny began, putting down her wand, "I think Harry would be-" She stopped abruptly, seeing the evil grin spreading across Sara's face.
"Of course, Harry Potter, your famous crush!" Sara said over-enthusiastically.
"No, not my crush!" Ginny said exasperatedly, turning red. "He's just the only guy I can think of whom I wouldn't really mind going to the dance with!"
"Oh, of course you wouldn't mind…"
~*~*~*~*~*~
At lunchtime, Ginny and Sara took their seats at the Gryffindor table, sitting near Harry and Ron. Apparently, Hermione would be back soon from the library. Harry and Ron currently were discussing something quietly, but Ginny could still hear snatches of their conversation.
"I'm not going to ask her! She's too… well, I can't find the right word," said Ron.
"Well, I have no idea who to ask! This is just like the Yule Ball… except maybe worse, since almost everyone has someone to go with already," said Harry.
So they were talking about the dance. Well, Ginny wasn't surprised to hear about it. Just then, Hermione arrived, and sat down across from Ginny.
"Oh, hi Hermione… wait, Hermione!!!" said Ron. "You! You can go to the dance with me!"
"What an honour," she said sarcastically, but with a hint of a twinkle in her eyes.
"Oh, c'mon, I was desperately searching, but to no avail, and then you show up!" said Ron. "No Vikky Krum here this time," he added with a smirk.
"Oh, FINE," said Hermione. Ron looked triumphant, and looked over at Harry.
"Now it's your turn to ask someone; here, I'll help you," Ron offered. He looked around the table, and spotted Ginny. "My sister! Take her, won't you?"
"Oh, thanks," said Ginny bitterly. "You just automatically assume that I don't already have a date, don't you, Ron."
"Oh, fine then Ginny, I'm sorry for not knowing! Who's the lucky guy?"
"Actually," Ginny blushed, "I didn't mean I did have a date."
"Well Ginny, would you want to go with me?" asked Harry.
Ginny's heart skipped a beat. Of course she'd go with him, who wouldn't? And was she excited because she still had a crush on Harry? No, it was actually the relief of not going to the dance alone. Yes, she was definitely-
"Ginny?" Harry repeated.
"Oh, you're here," was Ginny's dreamy answer. "I mean, of course I'll go with you!" she said, snapping out of her trance.
"Ok, good," Harry said, looking quite relieved. "We'll talk about it another time then, shall we? I need to get to Snape's class now."
Ginny nodded and smiled. "See you."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Over at the Slytherin table, things weren't going so well for Malfoy as they did for Harry. Instead of being a guy who needed a date for the dance, Malfoy was trying to worm his way out of having Pansy as his date.
"But Drakie, it would be absolutely perfect if we went together!" Pansy cooed. "A match made in heaven! I mean, who else would you want to go with? Millicent?" She looked over at Millicent Bulstrode, who was slightly prettier than Pansy (although also a slightly masculine girl), with disgust.
Better her than you, thought Draco. Actually, better anyone than you.
His eyes wandered around the Slytherin table. They then drifted across the Hall, coming to rest on Ginny Weasley. There was something special about her that made Draco look twice. Draco wasn't all what he looked on the outside. He wasn't the guy who liked outgoing girls, or girls who liked to be the center of attention. Girls who got his attention were actually the ones who were sweet, caring, and innocent. They were pretty without trying hard, without knowing that they were. And Ginny Weasley perfectly fit this description.
This morning, she had returned his favourite quill, which he had accidentally left behind the other day, and he felt very grateful towards her. Draco thought that he should owe her for this; he just didn't know what.
"Draco!!!" he heard Pansy say firmly.
"No, Pansy, I would not like to go to the dance with you, and that's final," he said.
Pansy looked hurt, and she pouted. "But-"
Draco smirked. "No."
"I-"
"NO."
"Dra-"
"NO!!!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
That night, Ginny had discussed her exciting news about the dance with Sara, sitting on their beds. Sara had been extremely happy for Ginny.
"So, have you gotten hold of anyone?" Ginny asked Sara mischievously.
Sara blushed. "Actually, I was asked today by-"
"Oh, I'm so happy for you!" Ginny interrupted. "I knew you and Colin had something going on!"
"How did you know it was Colin?" Sara asked suspiciously.
"Uh, I, well, you see," Ginny began lamely. "He – he - he told me after asking you."
"Don't lie to me," smirked Sara.
"Fine! It was my idea for you two to go in the first place, but he was more than willing to ask you, no joke. I think he might like you," she said with a wink.
"Oh, shut it!" said Sara, blushing again. Then, she yawned. "Well, it's getting late, and I'm getting tired. Good night!" She shut the drapes around her bed.
Ginny giggled. "Good night!" Suddenly, she saw a beautiful owl tapping lightly at the window. She rushed over to the window and opened it quietly, so as not to wake Sara, who was lightly snoring from under her sheets. Ginny saw that the owl was an eagle owl, and it had something for her.
I wonder what it is, thought Ginny.
She untied her delivery from the owl's leg, and the owl took off. Looking down at what it was, she found that she was holding the exact same quill she had returned to Malfoy just this morning! There was also a note attached. She carefully unfolded it, and saw that there were only two words neatly scrawled on it: "Keep it."
Ginny looked at the expensive eagle quill, which now belonged to her, and smiled. Maybe the cold, evil (not to mention good-looking) Slytherin wasn't exactly what everyone thought of him. Maybe he actually did care about other people, even if he didn't show it. Maybe he could have sympathy for others, even if it wasn't a lot. And maybe, just maybe, Draco Malfoy had a heart… a hidden heart.
~End of Chapter 2~
A/N: So there's Chapter 2, and please review! Hey, that rhymed a bit. Anyways, back to what I was saying. REVIEW!
Disclaimer: View Chapter 1, I'm too lazy to write it all again.
Dance With Me
Chapter 2 – Hidden Heart
It was Monday morning, the beginning of the week, the end of the weekend, and the first day back to classes. Once again, Ginny wasn't in the best of moods. Her wrist still slightly hurt, and she still had to give back Malfoy's quill.
"I'm not giving it back in person," said Ginny to herself, after some thought. So she borrowed Sara's owl, Perches, and told the owl to deliver the quill back to Malfoy. Then, after a bit of thought, she attached a short note: "You left your quill outside the library - Ginny Weasley"
With a soft hoot, Perches flew away to make the delivery. After watching the barn owl take flight, Ginny changed clothes and got ready for class. Her mind wandered back to the dance, which she suddenly realized would be taking place in just three weeks. She had decided that she would like to go with Harry even though she didn't really see him as her crush anymore. Who else could she go with, Ron? She didn't think so.
She hurriedly made her way down to her first class, Charms. Today, they were trying to make a pillow revolve around their partner's head, and make it fly back over onto their own lap. Ginny and Sara worked together, talking about the dance.
"So, who would you like to go to the dance with?" Ginny asked Sara. Ginny was unsuccessfully trying to revolve the pillow, which kept hitting Sara in the face.
"Hmm, I haven't really – oof - set my mind on any particular guy yet," she replied. "How about - oof - you?"
"Well," Ginny began, putting down her wand, "I think Harry would be-" She stopped abruptly, seeing the evil grin spreading across Sara's face.
"Of course, Harry Potter, your famous crush!" Sara said over-enthusiastically.
"No, not my crush!" Ginny said exasperatedly, turning red. "He's just the only guy I can think of whom I wouldn't really mind going to the dance with!"
"Oh, of course you wouldn't mind…"
~*~*~*~*~*~
At lunchtime, Ginny and Sara took their seats at the Gryffindor table, sitting near Harry and Ron. Apparently, Hermione would be back soon from the library. Harry and Ron currently were discussing something quietly, but Ginny could still hear snatches of their conversation.
"I'm not going to ask her! She's too… well, I can't find the right word," said Ron.
"Well, I have no idea who to ask! This is just like the Yule Ball… except maybe worse, since almost everyone has someone to go with already," said Harry.
So they were talking about the dance. Well, Ginny wasn't surprised to hear about it. Just then, Hermione arrived, and sat down across from Ginny.
"Oh, hi Hermione… wait, Hermione!!!" said Ron. "You! You can go to the dance with me!"
"What an honour," she said sarcastically, but with a hint of a twinkle in her eyes.
"Oh, c'mon, I was desperately searching, but to no avail, and then you show up!" said Ron. "No Vikky Krum here this time," he added with a smirk.
"Oh, FINE," said Hermione. Ron looked triumphant, and looked over at Harry.
"Now it's your turn to ask someone; here, I'll help you," Ron offered. He looked around the table, and spotted Ginny. "My sister! Take her, won't you?"
"Oh, thanks," said Ginny bitterly. "You just automatically assume that I don't already have a date, don't you, Ron."
"Oh, fine then Ginny, I'm sorry for not knowing! Who's the lucky guy?"
"Actually," Ginny blushed, "I didn't mean I did have a date."
"Well Ginny, would you want to go with me?" asked Harry.
Ginny's heart skipped a beat. Of course she'd go with him, who wouldn't? And was she excited because she still had a crush on Harry? No, it was actually the relief of not going to the dance alone. Yes, she was definitely-
"Ginny?" Harry repeated.
"Oh, you're here," was Ginny's dreamy answer. "I mean, of course I'll go with you!" she said, snapping out of her trance.
"Ok, good," Harry said, looking quite relieved. "We'll talk about it another time then, shall we? I need to get to Snape's class now."
Ginny nodded and smiled. "See you."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Over at the Slytherin table, things weren't going so well for Malfoy as they did for Harry. Instead of being a guy who needed a date for the dance, Malfoy was trying to worm his way out of having Pansy as his date.
"But Drakie, it would be absolutely perfect if we went together!" Pansy cooed. "A match made in heaven! I mean, who else would you want to go with? Millicent?" She looked over at Millicent Bulstrode, who was slightly prettier than Pansy (although also a slightly masculine girl), with disgust.
Better her than you, thought Draco. Actually, better anyone than you.
His eyes wandered around the Slytherin table. They then drifted across the Hall, coming to rest on Ginny Weasley. There was something special about her that made Draco look twice. Draco wasn't all what he looked on the outside. He wasn't the guy who liked outgoing girls, or girls who liked to be the center of attention. Girls who got his attention were actually the ones who were sweet, caring, and innocent. They were pretty without trying hard, without knowing that they were. And Ginny Weasley perfectly fit this description.
This morning, she had returned his favourite quill, which he had accidentally left behind the other day, and he felt very grateful towards her. Draco thought that he should owe her for this; he just didn't know what.
"Draco!!!" he heard Pansy say firmly.
"No, Pansy, I would not like to go to the dance with you, and that's final," he said.
Pansy looked hurt, and she pouted. "But-"
Draco smirked. "No."
"I-"
"NO."
"Dra-"
"NO!!!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
That night, Ginny had discussed her exciting news about the dance with Sara, sitting on their beds. Sara had been extremely happy for Ginny.
"So, have you gotten hold of anyone?" Ginny asked Sara mischievously.
Sara blushed. "Actually, I was asked today by-"
"Oh, I'm so happy for you!" Ginny interrupted. "I knew you and Colin had something going on!"
"How did you know it was Colin?" Sara asked suspiciously.
"Uh, I, well, you see," Ginny began lamely. "He – he - he told me after asking you."
"Don't lie to me," smirked Sara.
"Fine! It was my idea for you two to go in the first place, but he was more than willing to ask you, no joke. I think he might like you," she said with a wink.
"Oh, shut it!" said Sara, blushing again. Then, she yawned. "Well, it's getting late, and I'm getting tired. Good night!" She shut the drapes around her bed.
Ginny giggled. "Good night!" Suddenly, she saw a beautiful owl tapping lightly at the window. She rushed over to the window and opened it quietly, so as not to wake Sara, who was lightly snoring from under her sheets. Ginny saw that the owl was an eagle owl, and it had something for her.
I wonder what it is, thought Ginny.
She untied her delivery from the owl's leg, and the owl took off. Looking down at what it was, she found that she was holding the exact same quill she had returned to Malfoy just this morning! There was also a note attached. She carefully unfolded it, and saw that there were only two words neatly scrawled on it: "Keep it."
Ginny looked at the expensive eagle quill, which now belonged to her, and smiled. Maybe the cold, evil (not to mention good-looking) Slytherin wasn't exactly what everyone thought of him. Maybe he actually did care about other people, even if he didn't show it. Maybe he could have sympathy for others, even if it wasn't a lot. And maybe, just maybe, Draco Malfoy had a heart… a hidden heart.
~End of Chapter 2~
A/N: So there's Chapter 2, and please review! Hey, that rhymed a bit. Anyways, back to what I was saying. REVIEW!