Chapter 8

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WARNING! There will be some fould language in this chapter.

Ginny eyed the portrait of the Fat Lady with distrust and unease. Why was she here again. Oh, yes, Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die asked her to come...and that was a valid reason why? If she remembered correctly, he made her life miserable...

Ginny hissed and clenched her teeth...Just do it and get it done...

She said the password in a tone that forbade discussion and swept in, intent on intimidating the crap out of the Gryffindors and leaving.

Perhaps she should have been sorted into Slytherin...She inwardly smiled at the idea, her mood at the moment was well suited to that house.

"Ginny?" The incredulous voice behind her quavered. She snapped around and faced a shocked Neville Longbottom.

"Hello Neville." She had never disliked this boy, and actually even considered one of the closer things she had to a friend; she found that her resolve to be threatening was weakening. She frowned at herself and said in a slightly more temperate voice, "Lovely day, no?"

She winced as she said it; it was dark, overcast, and alternating between hail, snow, and frigid rain.

"Indeed." He said, eyeing her less nervously and believing she had intended it as a joke. "Where've you been? We never see you besides in classes, and someone said you were sleeping in a boy's dormitory, but of course I didn't believe them."

She regarded him intensely, watching with veiled amusement as her squirmed under her gaze. She was spared answering by the arrival of Harry, resplendent in a green Weasley sweater and smiling broadly.

"Ginny! Glad you could make it." He sounded different and Ginny momentarily entertained the thought that perhaps he'd finally cracked. One could always hope.

"Harry." She nearly spat out, her patience was wearing thin.

"Here, let me take your coat." Neville squeaked and Ginny shrugged it off and handed it to him. She was wearing a long skirt that brushed the floor and an emerald green knit, her hair flowed down her back, held away from her face by large clip at the back.

Lance decided to make himself at home and leaped onto the Gryffindor couch, his muddy paws regarded angrily by the other house mates.

"Shall we?" Harry said and she did not answer, opting for just settling down by Lance. They sat in silence for a moment.

"So how's the school year been for you?"

"Fine." She answered shortly, eyeing the cracking flames with unease; she found they drew up images of burning and desolation, charred, blackened stumps. She shivered and drew her attention to Harry.

"Why do you insist on my being here?" She decided to take the initiative; Harry looked at her, the sudden change taking him by surprise.

He finally rubbed his hands and looked her in the eye, reminding her clearly of the time when he had invited her for Christmas.

"Ginny, to tell the truth," He paused and glanced around, "You've really put a damper on your relationship with Ron, not to mention everyone else. We're worried sick." She raised an eyebrow. I can't believe this.

"We?" She hissed and Harry looked at her in alarm. "You bastard. You bloody FREAKING BASTARD!" She balled her hands into fists as her old heartache brought on by their break-up flared to life.

She watched as he took a step back and looked at her as if she were a deranged animal. It calmed her, bringing her down to earth, seeing fear in his eyes.

"This is honestly pitiful Harry." She whispered, yet it echoed around the silent, watching Common Room. "You cheat on me with that bitch and expect me to buy this? You are fuller of bullshit than Malfoy!"

"Now wait just a minute!" Ron now entered the frey. "Harry would never cheat on you, you must have made a mistake."

"You fool." She spat. "You fool!" Ron stepped back, amazed by her adamancy. "Cho Chang was bloody running her hand up and down his ass and he was moaning! Don't you even think of telling me it was a mistake."

Ron opened his mouth and closed in several times while Ginny seethed.

"Can we talk?" Harry asked.

"No." She screamed and walked out of the room.

It was the third night of the full moon; it shone in the sky, lighting her heart with an ethereal touch. She came to the steps of Sanctuary but paused and looked out across the moon-light landscape.

Without knowing quite why, she began making her way into the Forest. With each step inside, her senses heightened until she knew where to step to not turn a leaf, not break a twig, flit through the forest like an unseen shaft of moonlight. Her fight was erased from her mind; she was beyond feeling.

She came upon a clearing where shadows danced in the center with moonbeams, weaving sensuously with unheard music. Ginny clapped her hands, as a queen would call court. A shadow came and bowed to her and she gravely curtsied.

It shook its head and she felt insubstantial hand taking her coat and unbuttoning her blouse. She did not protest as they stripped her down. She walked into the moonlight and she felt other hands doing something to her hair and helping her into more clothes. She kept her gaze strait ahead, in an almost unconscious daze of being.

Dance. The earth breathed around her, its own beat in her heart.

She lifted her arms and placed her feet apart, striking her starting lift. She flowed into each move brushing this way, sliding that, her feet taking her into the forest. She jumped, tossed her head, and dove about, suspended by power at some points, never laying down, letting and leading the night on.

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