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Chapter One Intrigue

Ginny ran as hard and fast as she could towards the forest. Not caring for the branches that whipped across her face. Once she'd slowed down, she looked around and realized that she was back at her favorite place from her childhood.

Now that her brain registered what she'd seen, a silent, hot, burst of tears coursed down her face. Ginny slumped on a convenient tree stump, her body wracked with her violent sobs.

All of a sudden she had a feeling that she was being watched. Twisting around she saw a person standing under a canopy of trees about fifty meters away. Ginny called out "Hello! Who are you?" Trying to stay confident she stood and slowly walked towards the strange figure.

When she was about 10 meters away, the figure held out a hand and said. "Stop!" Wary, Ginny stopped, eyeing the figure with unease.

Brushing aside the bush and leaves, the person strode forward with the grace of a cat, and stopped about seven inches in front of Ginny. She gasped and her hand covered her mouth of its own volition.

Steel gray eyes bored into her own turquoise ones, seeming to read her very thoughts. Slowly a hand reached out to cup her cheek, fingers examining every crevice of her face. Her body moved towards theirs, closing any gap that was there previously, and she wrapped her arms their torso and resting her head on their shoulder.

"Ginevra, don't be sad." A melodious voice washed over her, bringing comfort and ease. Without warning, Ginny was once again standing alone in the middle of her clearing, watching the figure walk away.

She softly breathed his name, "Draco."

Ginny spent the rest of the day locked in her room, contemplating the soft side she'd seen in Draco Malfoy. Around noon Ginny finally got up and walked downstairs but at the bottom she could see Harry and Hermione and the couch, and not willing to face them ran up to the attic.

The attic had become her haven, conjuring all sorts of things Ginny had set it up as a dance studio.

After stretching, Ginny switched on the magical stereo, the strong beats of muggle singer Missy Elliott's music pounded throughout the room.

Dance was her outlet in life, the graceful movements calmed her bringing peace to her. When she was three years old she had begged her mother for dance lessons, and throughout her life she had studied many aspects of dance. Now at sixteen years of age she knew ballet, jazz, hip-hop, and tap dancing.

Letting the rhythm flow through her she began to move, eyes closed she let herself go, becoming someone else. Tension slowly released from her shoulders and she felt happy.

As her dance ended she heard a clapping, Ginny turned and standing by the door stood Charlie. She squealed and threw herself upon her favorite brother. "Charlie what are you doing here?"

"You know Ginny, you really should be competing, you're fabulous!" Charlie had always supported her and her dancing.

Ginny sighed "Charlie, how many times have we gone over this? I'm NOT competing in some stupid dance competition."

"Not even if you've won a scholarship to the top dance and magic school in California?" He held up a form that said Ginny had won a scholarship.

"But how?" Ginny asked. Charlie had a sly smile on his face, "I sent in a magical recording of you dancing and they accepted it" Ginny laughed. "You sly devil!" An unbelievable vibe ran through Ginny, her excitement emanating from her body. "I'M GOING TO CALIFORNIA!"

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