Angel of Music
By
Sannikex
Chapter Eleven
Friends
A/N: Hi!
Back again, long time this one I know but I have not
had the time. I hope you will enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this that belongs to JK
Rowling or Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Phantom of the Opera".
Fox of the Nova: Well, you read it now! Welcome, I'm glad to find you here and it's good to hear you like it! Aren't Draco and the Phantom a bit alike? I mean that dangerous thing…
Jessica: The worst part is over for some minutes! New chapter, tram tram tra!
Breanna Senese: I am not going to tell you just yet what's going to happen between them, but what happened in the classroom you are free to read!
Christine: You'll see, check below!
Another Christine: Hi and welcome to my story! Why don't you read and find out?
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During the night Draco had made a decision. A stupid very un-Slytherin decision. He would tell Ginny that she was his best…no that was to say too much, that she was his friend. Because he had gotten some weird and totally new (to him) feeling that it was unfair that he knew that she actually liked him and she didn't know that it was mutual. Damn, Weasley! I'm growing soft on her! The curse had lost most of its animosity and even if he hated to admit it, he was irritable because he was afraid. Never he had surrendered to another person so totally as he was about to do. Suddenly he spotted her dark red hair in the crowd of students by their way to breakfast. Without giving it more thought he called, "Weasel!"
She turned and faced him, he watched as she seemed to gather strength and said rather meekly, "Yes, Malferret?" He glanced around and noticed that some curious onlookers already were eying them, probably hoping for a duel. So he just motioned for her to follow, with her face blank she did so.
He closed the door after her and had to put his hands on the back of a chair so he wouldn't fidget. Merlin, where was the world heading? Malfoys never fidget; they never felt the urge to do it. He took a deep breath and began.
"Weasley…About what you said yesterday…" Ginny seemed to huddle, preparing for a blow. "I…I just wanted you to know that I think I see you as a friend too." He finished in a hurry and mentally scolded himself, he sounded nervous. Ginny looked up from the ground with a sunny smile on her lips, a bright light in her eyes. He felt that he could tell her that she was his friend again, again and again if she only smiled at him like that one more time. Eww, Malfoy that sounded brain -dead and incredibly ridiculous!
"Why did you tell me?" She asked her eyes wide.
"Do I have to embarrass myself even more? Is it not enough for you that I did?" He snapped.
"Draco you don't have to be embarrassed in front of me, I'm your friend!" She said gently.
"Well, I don't know a bloody thing about being friends so how could I know?" This must be the official "Humiliate Malfoy Day".
"I'll teach you. Now I have to run or I'll be late and Snape will kill me. See you tonight!" With that she was gone and suddenly the room felt darker. And since when did I start to feel things I wonder? The answer came immediately, since you got to know Ginevra Weasley. That name appeared to far too often in his mind for his liking.
That night they were rehearsing the masquerade scene and everyone were excited about Chanté's announcement earlier that night. The next time the orchestra would come! Until now they had only had the piano.
Ginny was dancing with Harry. Or rather stumbling around aimlessly, Harry was a disaster on the dance floor. When they had tried four times to do what they were supposed to with no success Draco interrupted.
"This doesn't work! Potter dances as a rake." Chanté scolded him for expressing himself so pungent before telling him to teach the boy then. Chanté who usually was very patient with the spoiled Malfoy heir gave him one of her infamous dressing-downs. With a shrug he went over to where Harry and Ginny stood among the walkers-by.
"Dancing, Potter, is like flying. You need grace, balance and the right amount of speed." Here could Harry have said something about that Malfoy who couldn't fly shouldn't talk and so on. But the two boys had matured far too much the latest years.
"The steps are not important, you don't need to think about it. It is the woman's job to follow you. " Here Draco nodded to Geoffrey (the pianist) and put one hand on Ginny's waist and one in her hand and swept her away. There was no doubt that he had danced before, as he easily spun around in a waltz as he kept his eyes trained on Harry. "You only have to feel the rhythm and follow it."
Ginny was in some sort of heaven, a man who could dance! And good, no extremely good too. His hands were dry and warm, his steps without hesitation and his grip on her was firm and safe. She suddenly noticed how very close they were to each other. She felt his strong shoulder beneath the fabric of his shirt, his chest pressed against hers. She almost forgot to breathe and as she looked up she met his eyes and the world disappeared, as it seemed to be in habit of when she looked into the silver orbs. His steps were growing harder to follow and she enjoyed the challenge, neither of them noticing the "ooohs" and "aaahs" only seeing each other.
The song ended to their disappointment and Draco turned once again towards Harry, his hand lingering a moment longer than necessary on her waist.
"Do you get it?" Harry nodded and watched Ginny who stood dreamily staring off in space.
The next try went much better and Harry may not be a terrific dancer but who could become that over a night?
A/N: That's all for this time people! There will probably be one or two updates during the weekend (and I count Friday as weekend). I hope everyone who likes fluff have checked out my new story Broom(b)ride. And don't worry it will not delay this one. See you soon!
