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 Four: The Tension

Harry cleared his throat and smiled warmly to everyone but Ginny. This was because he somehow couldn't even meet eyes with her without glaring at Malfoy right after. Kicking himself inwardly for thinking about it again he said, "I have great news."

"Being gone for so long I had a life in America but that couldn't replace my home in England. Scarlet knew this and that's why she came with me. It's been two years since I've met Scarlet and a year since we've been together as a couple." Harry paused and turned before holding out his hand in which Scarlet took while smiling at him. "I love her," he said quietly yet everyone heard, "and I have proposed to her. Having luck grace me with her faith, Scarlet said yes."

While everyone clapped Ginny asked Draco to come with her and they both left the room without anyone knowing but Harry himself. Draco held her hand as they walked the gardens. Once, she stopped and gazed up to the moon, "life's so odd," she said quietly as she felt his arms go around her.

He kissed her neck, "how so?"

She leaned against him and closed her eyes. "We can't even watch the beauty of the moon without knowing someone may have to fear it coming every month."

"Hmm," Draco said into her ear, "is this why you wanted to escape the room? Or is there something you haven't told me yet."

"It was stuffy," she lied, "I needed to get out."

Draco spun her around and her eyes went up to him. His eyes pierced into hers and she looked away feeling shaky, "I know you're lying," he said in a whisper, "Why are you?"

Her eyes met his again and they had softened, "stop reading my mind!" She fumed.

He let go of her hand so it dropped to her side and he crossed his arms, "then tell me the truth."

She shifted before sighing, "it's not about Harry," she said, not quite anyways, she thought afterwards.

"I didn't say this had to do anything about Potter," He closed the small gap in between them and lifted her face, "what's going on?"

A ghost of a smile appeared on her face and she touched his cheek gingerly, "It's just that," she licked her lips and smiled, "all that talk about love had me thinking."

Draco leaned onto her touch and smiled at her, "yes?"

"I love you," she said in an audible whisper.

His eyes searched hers again and she searched his. Neither of them had said this before, not even as they made love had it been spoken. He breathed in sharply before leaning in and kissing her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she kissed him back her whole body becoming numb and warm…

Harry had headed out a few minutes after Ginny and Malfoy left. He wandered the garden a bit and found them. Malfoy blocked Ginny so neither could see one another. Listening for the right time to interrupt he heard Malfoy ask something before three little words came out of Ginny's mouth.

Swallowing, Harry felt his legs moving without the rest of him as he kept on going back in his mind to Ginny's words. He ran a hand through his hair before breathing in deeply. As he was close to the door he looked up and Scarlet's back was to him as she closed the door quietly. She turned and a smile appeared on her lips.

He smiled back, "snuck out too?"

She giggled, "only because you left me there, Potter."

He grinned, "Oh don't say 'Potter' like its such a bad thing," he said as he stuck out his hand. Scarlet took it and he spun her into his arms, "you're going to like being one."

"Hmm," Scarlet said, "I think I rather like the idea of being in the arms of a Potter."

Harry chuckled and nuzzled his head into her hair. She leaned into him and he felt the same thing he did when he was around her, safe…

Sighing, softly Ginny leaned onto Draco's chest and closed her eyes. He ran a hand up and down her spine making her shiver and push it away. "You git," she murmured against his chest.

His chest rumbled as he laughed, "lovable git, eh?"

She grinned looking at him, "maybe," she said coyly while he frowned at her before taking hold of her waist with both hands.

"You sure you want to say that?" He asked warningly.

She grinned more and nodded while his tickled her. She withered and laughed under his fingers. Finally she cried out, "Alright, you're a lovable git!"

He chuckled and held her close, "glad to hear."

She wrinkled her nose, "but you're still a git."

He winked at her, "long as you love it I don't mind being one."

He kissed her then and he didn't notice the small fault in her smile once those words had left his lips.