Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Rhythm of the Night, sung by Valeria

Shall We Dance?

Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night
Dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind
We can leave them all behind.
-- Rhythm of the Night, Valeria

Before heading out, Ginny changed her clothes. When she emerged in a dressy tank top and a black mini-skirt that she had dug out of the depths of her wardrobe, Draco's jaw dropped. Ginny was just surprised that they still fit.

"You look, you look great." Draco managed to say.

She tiltled her head but smiled. "Thanks. I suppose I couldn't go to a club in my usual clothes." She shrugged.

Draco and Ginny went to a nightclub called Shock. And it was, to Draco. For once in his life, he didn't have the urge to sneer at something muggle. Not that he did that a lot anymore. He was finding that muggles often had lots of very interesting things. This nightclub was one of them.

There were lots of people waiting in line. Draco and Ginny went to stand in line. Draco was scoffing, "In our world, I would have gone right in. I'm a Malfoy." and acting pretentious when a tall brunette guy came up to Ginny.

"Gin? Is that you?" When she smiled and hugged him, Draco's eyebrows shot up. "Why are you waiting in line? I haven't seen you in years, but you were always my favorite. C'mon let's go."

"I have a friend with me this time, Francis." Francis' eyes traveled over Draco and he grinned approvingly.

"I don't mind. You and your man can come in."

Ginny's protests of Draco not being her man were overridden as she got bustled to the front of the line.

"Who was that?" Draco asked as Francis walked off.

"One of the people who run this place. I used to come here all the time, before...before everything."

"Oh. Are you and Francis close?"

She looked at him skeptically. "Is that another way to ask if I was ever involved with him?" She laughed when Draco opened his mouth to argue. "No, and I can't."

"Because of Seamus?"

"No, because he's gay."

They sat at the bar, sipping drinks. Draco was studying how the people danced. It was interesting, at least. They shook their bodies and moved their arms this way and that, tossing their heads back and forth. People danced alone too, which was strange, to Draco. He had seen it at the Yule Ball at Hogwarts in his fourth year, but he never paid much attention to it. Otherwise, the only time he had seen people dance alone was with some of his mother's Irish relatives dancing jigs. Or these people danced together, shaking their hips. Ginny saw what he was looking at.

"That's called grinding." She motioned with her head.

"It looks rather…crude." He couldn't find another word to describe it. "Like they're having sex on the dance floor."

"That's what I said when I first saw people doing it." She laughed. "But it's fun."

Ginny looked free and loose for the first time, laughing like that. It wasn't the alcohol, she hadn't had enough for her to act like this. She looked right at home at the club. "Why haven't you gone to clubs if you love them so much?"

"Seamus, I guess." She found that she couldn't live in the past right now. All she could see was Draco right there in front of her. "He never really liked it."

Draco changed the subject. "So, are you going to show me?"

"No."

"HEY! We had a bargain!"

"I'm going to teach you."

She looked him up and down, and decided that his black collared shirt and pants would do. Then she took his hand and dragged him into the crowed dance floor.

He looked uncertain, standing on the outskirts of the dance floor, looking around to see what everyone else was doing. Then he met Ginny's eyes.

"Just loosen up. Feel the beat."

He couldn't. What if people were judging him on how he danced?

It was as if she could read his mind. "You can do anything you want. Forget about everyone else."

He breathed in deeply. He tried, shifting his weight from one foot to another, like Ginny was doing. Somehow Ginny made it look so graceful. Then he stopped. "I can't do this."

"Yes, yes you can. Ron can do it, and he's the most uncoordinated person ever. Here," she took his hand. "We're going to dance together, okay?"

He nodded, still doubtful. "It's like ballroom dancing, but a lot less formal. Think of it that way. When I move toward you, you move back. And vice versa. Shake your hips," she instructed. He acquiesced.

"Draco, I think I just saw a few of those girls look over." She was not being sarcastic.

Draco's eyes, however, was fixed on Ginny. After a while, he started copying what she was doing, and he began to enjoy it. He added a few of his own moves, twisting and turning when he deemed fit, twirling Ginny occasionally. When they both were comfortable with dancing together, Ginny put her arms around Draco's neck and moved closer to him. She leaned into him, feeling the hardness of his chest and how real he felt against her. Not to be let down, he matched her, moving his hands to her hips and pulling her tighter against him. They both danced with carefree abandon, becoming lost in the music, and each other.

Hermione was frustrated. Her wedding plans weren't going perfectly, everything was late or couldn't be booked. Plus, her job as a Healer was stressful. It was nearing the holidays and many wizards and witches were playing harmless jokes on people that turned out to be harmful. She sat on the sofa in her and Ron's flat, nearly in tears.

Ron came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

"Hermione, you need to take a break." She shook her head, trying to focus on the book Wizarding Weddings in front of her. "You're driving yourself crazy." She shook her head again, too weary to be angry like she usually would be.

"Let's go relax somewhere. I'll get Harry and we will go dancing at that one club you love so much. Um, Shock?"

"Really?" Hermione's voice was small.

"Really."

They danced for quite a while before Draco suggested that they take a break. They were sweating and breathing heavily, their faces flushed from dancing.

"You're a natural Draco, busting the floor down there."

He shrugged. "I guess if you ignore all the other people, it is fun. When did you start dancing like this?"

"Colin, Colin Creevy, he took me to one club one summer and I absolutely loved it."

Draco pretended that he was taking a picture with a camera. "That Creevy?"

Ginny hit him on the back of the head. "Hey! He's my friend and he takes awesome pictures. You should see the ones he took of me and Se—me and my friends."

There was an awkward silence. Both of them knew what she had almost said.

Harry stood in line with Hermione and Ron. The two beside him where chatting happily. Hermione was looking better and Ron was just happy she wasn't going to bite off his head anytime soon.

Harry, however, was thinking about Ginny again. Would she ever dance again? Seamus hadn't liked dancing very much, and had never wanted Ginny to go there. It really was a waste. Ginny was a great dancer.

He recalled how she looked these past few weeks. Sometimes she looked happy, other times, thoughtful, and the rest of the time, she looked tired and sad.

He was lost in his thoughts when Ron told him that they were at the front of the line and were about to be let in. Harry returned to his thoughts when Ron turned back to Hermione.

Over the past few years, Harry had tried to ignore his feelings, telling himself that he loved Ginny as a sister and he wanted her to be happy, but unfortunately, he just couldn't keep lying to himself forever.

Draco suddenly thought of something. He broke the silence between him and Ginny.

"How about we show these people some class here?"

"What?" Ginny had no clue what he was talking about.

"Let's dance ballroom. You like it, don't you?"

"You must be crazy. We'll be trampled over."

"One dance."

"They'll never play the music for you."

"Want to bet?"

Ginny hesitated. "Fine, if you can get them to play the music, I'll dance with you."

Draco smirked. "Let's go then." He took her hand and led her onto the middle of the dance floor. Telling her to stay put, he went to the DJ.

The guy looked up. "What do you want?"

"I want to request something."

The guy sighed, fully expecting some overplayed pop or hip-hop song. "There is a list, you know." Checking it, he continued, "You'll be number 35."

Draco reached in his pocket for a 50-pound note. Sometimes his business would deal with buying land from muggles, so he would carry some muggle money just in case he was in a muggle town and need something. Handing it to the DJ, he said, "A tango, please."

The guy's eyebrows shot up. He wasn't expecting that. "Alright. It'll be up next." He pocketed the money.

Draco returned to Ginny. "You can't dance in that," he said, referring to her clothing. With a flick of his wand, too fast to see, it had changed into a sleeveless red dress. Looking down at herself, Ginny's eyes widened. It was beautiful, not showing too much skin, but fitted over her figure. It reached below her knees, slightly longer in the back, the perfect length for dancing since it allowed room to move.

"What are we doing?"

"Can't you tell by the dress? That dress was made to tango in." His voice was husky as he leaned closer to her, his breath caressing her cheek. The first strains of music were heard. "Ready Ginevra?" A shiver ran down her back when he said her name.

Ginny's dark eyes glimmered with the unspoken challenge. They ignored the booing and shouting of the people around them, asking why this kind of music was playing. Draco's grey eyes met hers.

He clasped her right hand in his left one, his right hand on her waist, her left hand on his right shoulder. They moved slowly at first, testing each other and the music, falling into the slow-slow-quick-quick-slow feeling of the tango. They didn't notice when the crowd started to make room for them, growing quiet at the sight of the two dancing one of the most passionate dances in the world.

As the music rose and got faster, they began adding some of their own moves, making the already sexy dance seem sophisticated and unearthly. They poured everything into the dance – their sorrow and desire, but above all, their passion. Their promenade was smooth, gliding across the floor, stopping as they met again, sometimes swiveling to the left or right. Draco's catlike walk and Ginny's grace was perfect for the corte. In other cases, their head snaps and hand gestures added to the dramatic nature of their dance. Their footwork became complex, stepping this way and that, but never on each other's feet.

Ginny twirled in Draco's arms, her dress twinkling in the dim light. Their position was now intimate, pressed up against each other, both breathing heavily. At one point Draco held Ginny from behind, and they slid across the floor together. When the music reached it's peak, Draco picked Ginny up easily and spun around with her in his arms. As the music quickened, their steps and turns did too. When the music stopped, Ginny slid her leg around Draco's waist and he dipped her, his eyes never leaving hers.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione came into the club right before Draco and Ginny started dancing the tango. The usual music was still playing, some mix of rap and hip-hop with a bunch of beats.

"Should be get some drinks first?" Ron said, ushering Hermione to a table.

"Sure."

They just got the drinks they ordered when the music suddenly changed. It seemed almost classical, with a piano background and a sorrowful violin solo. Hermione recognized it.

"It's a tango."

"What?" Ron was confused.

"Why would anyone be tangoing here?" Harry was slightly more educated in the ballroom dancing world than Ron, having seen the Dursley's unsuccessful attempts to teach Dudley to waltz.

The crowd was still there, and the trio was on the first floor. When it became clear that there was indeed a couple dancing the tango, they stood up in an attempt to catch sight of the dancers.

Harry saw them first, even though Ron was slightly taller. He saw a flash of blond and red. As he looked closer he could almost recognize their faces.

"Is that Ginny?" Hermione didn't sound very sure of herself.

"B-but it can't be." That was Ron.

Harry decided, "It can't be, but it's her."

"She hasn't stepped foot into a club since her wedding."

"Who's she dancing with?" Harry asked.

At this very important question, Ron stopped sputtering about Ginny not being there and looked at the pair dancing.

"It's Malfoy." Hermione said.

"No way."

"Yeah, Hermione's right. It's really Malfoy."

"What's my sister doing with a Malfoy?" Before Harry and Hermione could stop him, he ran off toward the dance floor. Hermione ran after him.

Harry stayed put. He sat on the table. As he watched Draco and Ginny dance, he saw something that the two dancing couldn't see themselves. It was something that had to be observed from the outside. As Draco dipped Ginny, it was as if those two were made to dance together.

Author's Notes: I don't know about you, but I really enjoyed writing this chapter. I don't dance ballroom, and I had to do lots of research for the tango scene. The tango is considered one of the most passionate dances and in this case, I used it as a way for Draco and Ginny to put their (unknown) emotions into dance. You can see it as a metaphor, if you'd like. Maybe that's too deep?

I based Draco's uncertainties about dancing on my own. I've always felt that way, like people were going to judge me. But when you forget about everyone around you, it actually IS fun, so I had Draco learn that too.

Anyway, I guess you found out some more stuff. Harry's in love with Ginny, for one. I'd like to believe that he never really stopped. And Ron saw Draco and Ginny dancing? HAHAHA. But on a more serious note, I hope you don't find Ginny's behavior hypocritical or contradictory. A lot of her words and actions betray (weird word, but I'm using it) what she's thinking or feeling. I really don't want this to turn into some sort of psycological portfolio going 'Ginny felt confused about Seamus, she really did love him, but she didn't know why he left her' and so on. I'd like to avoid that sort of full-frontal stuff. I'll use it occasionally though, just to clear things up, so don't berate me if I do something like that. :)

Many of you wanted to know when Draco is going to kiss Ginny. It'll come up soon, in a few chapters. That's all I can tell you as far as what I'm planning goes. I just REALLY don't want to RUSH things.

sunflowerchild, Charlene WILL be showing up again, possibly in the next chapter or the chapter after. You'll find out more about her and what Draco feels about her at this point.

dreamy-crazygirl, glad you liked the Draco pinning Ginny against the wall. I always thought that kind of thing was sexy, and I had to have a scene in my story like that. And I guess it fitted perfectly with all the love theories and stuff. I'm trying my best with their feelings...THANKS for the encouragement.

Alexandria J. Malfoy, good prediction, but Charlene is pretty rich herself...

zan189, I'm estatic that you paid attention to the love theories. Ginny, at this point, IS very theoritical, but keep in mind that she's taken classes on that stuff, and the Seamus stuff, and that sort of influences what she believes in. I think that Draco doesn't really believe in a fairy tale ending kind of relationship nor is he a romantic, like Ginny used to before she got cheated on, but he's still willing to take risks.

stina, I really don't know if I will continue this during school. I'll try my best to do most of this in the last weeks of freedom, if I may term it that, so it'll be finished before school starts. But I really don't know. :(

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