Summary: Ginny hasn't seen Harry since the ball after the final battle. Now, years later she hears his marrying the wrong girl. Why exactly is she the wrong girl? She is because she's not Ginny herself. Now, what will Ginny do to give the message that Harry belongs to her? Everything is possible.

Dances in Moonlight

Chapter One: Private Dances

It was a ball for the remembrance of the ones they had lost but more so for the ones that were still here. The dance floor was filled with people who fell in love during it, or kids laughing with their parents, or people who were still in love before and after.

But some stayed to the wall and watched the site but also often said hi to various people that knew them. One of them was Ginny Weasley. With her hair placed in an elegant twist including fiery tendrils falling in front of her face and a lovely green dress on, many men have asked her to dance. However, she said no to all the suitors in hopes another would ask.

Scanning the crowds, the one she wished to be with didn't seem to be here at all. With a sigh, she turned and left the ballroom. She wandered a bit having never been to such an elegant place such as this. The ball was held at Animus Amour meaning in Latin, 'Soul Love'. It was a lovely building only holding the most important balls in the country.

Ginny stopped in front of a painting that stood out with vibrant colours yet seemed to grow darker as you neared it. It seemed to be a muggle painting since nothing within it moved. It looked so real even without anything moving within it. Ginny hand rose wanting to touch the dirt path.

"I wouldn't be touching those if I were you." A voice said directly behind her causing her to jump and spin around.

"Harry James Potter!" She said angrily making him wince. "Don't ever do that again!"

He laughed. "Sorry, Gin," he said offering a smile.

She sighed so that her smile wouldn't show. "Aren't you suppose to be at the ball?"

He shrugged and his eyes diverted form her to behind her. "Brilliant painter you know."

"You're changing the subject." She said frowning.

His gazed returned to hers and Ginny noticed a flip in her stomach. "Ought to think you'd know by know that I rather not talk about it."

She narrowed her eyes and rested her hands upon her hips. "And you ought to know I wouldn't let a subject bothering you to drop unless you do that nose thing."

He raised an eyebrow. "Nose thing?"

"Nose thing." Ginny said with a nod while crossing her arms although a small smile crept her face.

He smiled back. "I do a nose thing?"

She nodded again. "It's when you sort of twitch it like you're angry."

"My nose twitches?" He said before bursting into laughter, which Ginny soon joined.

When his laughed and chuckle subsided he grinned at her. "You know me too well."

She smiled at him while a faint blush crept her cheeks. "It seems to me that I've known you all my life, Potter."

His grin kept on his face and Ginny's smile grew a bit. "And it seems to me that I hardly gotten to know you, Weasley."

She grinned. "Tragic," she said shaking her head.

A silence fell on them and Ginny looked and met his eyes before looking away. Her heart was beating frantically. "Walk with me," Harry said making her look up. It wasn't a question it was more of a command and she loved it.

As they walked off Ginny talked about what she was going to do after she got out of Hogwarts and such. As Harry commented on how he thought, Auror work was a bit still since Voldemort's death.

They soon neared the hall and Ginny stopped, hearing a faint sound of music. "That sounds lovely," she muttered, "but we don't have any pianos in our ball room."

Harry nodded and took her hand. "I know where it is."

She blushed as their hands intertwined but he didn't seem too noticed at all. He pulled her over to a room where no one was in it except a grand piano. The tune coming from it was soft and smooth yet seemed to play and hang onto the air around you then it finally would soak into your skin.

Ginny gazed at the piano and whispered to Harry, who still held her hand, "who is playing the piano?"

Harry turned and smiled at her. "No one, muggle technology."

"Oh," she said nodding as if she understood.

He then led her to the middle of the small ballroom with the grand piano and bowed. "Would you care to dance with me?"

She blushed but grinned before bowing herself. "It'd be a pleasure."

He grinned back and stood up. His arm snaked around her waist while the other that was still with his hand was placed into the air and hung there. It was then that Ginny studied Harry. He looked lovely in his white dress shirt with a black cloak draping across his shoulders while he had black dress pants to go along with them.

When she looked up, he was smiling at her. "Why didn't you dance with the other blokes who asked you?"

She shrugged. "I suppose I didn't quite want to dance with them."

He smiled even more. "Yet you dance with me?"

She smiled back. "You've always been an exception, Harry."

His smile slowly became a grin and nothing else was said as the piano played gentle tunes. Closing her eyes she breathed him in and sighed inwardly as he smelled just like he had the day she met him. It was a light soapy scent mixed with soap and now after-shave. Her eyes opened when Harry let go of her hand placed the other on her waist. She looked up at him and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Something's wrong."

He nodded and stared down at her. "You're one of my best mates you know that right?"

She smiled. "Yes, but at times you act like a stuck-up git would stop me from knowing this."

Harry rolled his eyes but smiled all the same before it slightly fell. "Dumbledore is sending me off soon."

Ginny stared at him before looking down and noticed mirrors were on the walls. She could see Harry's back. Harry's head was slightly leaned forward and she knew he was looking at her, waiting. She looked back. "What for?"

"I can't tell you." He said in an apologetic way.

She nodded. "How long will you be gone?"

He sighed and she realized that they had stopped dancing and he had still been holding her. He removed one hand and lifted it to her face, "three years."

She swallowed and nodded, "I'll mis you," she whispered and she felt his arm return to her waist before pulling her into a crashing hug.

"You mean a lot to me," he whispered frantically, "remember that, will you?"

He let go of her and started out. Ginny watched as his back was near the door. "Harry," she said hoping her sobs wouldn't break in, "you still have the pendant I gave you?"

He smiled slightly and took it out of his shirt. It was a Leo's sign with an emerald diamond in which was placed with a protection spell for the wearer. She smiled and nodded, "where are you going?"

"America," he said before taking a box out of his pocket and stared at it before placing it on the floor and kicking it to her. "Think of it as a late birthday present," he said and that was the last Ginny ever saw him in three years.