Author's Note:

Hey guys…sorry I didn't get this out yesterday. I found out that another of my stories had been put on gawdawuflfanfictionDOTcom and it kinda ruined my mood. Anyway, I know this is short, but this is all I planned for this story. However, since so many of you seem happy with it, I think I'll continue it. :) I have to say that most of my inspiration to continue comes from reviewer luka-black who mentioned wanting to know what happens at the party. Orgionally I just made up the party so Ginny would have the excuse to pop over there…however, now I think I have some good ideas…heh..

I should get some more out before Friday. After that, don't expect any updates till after next Tuesday…I'm getting my wisdom teeth pulled out on Friday:S anyway, I hope you enjoy this section, and I'd love to hear what you think…

Zoë

I solemnly swear I am up to no good:.


Ginny grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him out of the cab and onto the sidewalk. Harry stared at the bright lights and the long cue of people waiting outside.

"You brought be to a club?" Harry asked, apprehensive. He hadn't really ever been to one before. He'd never had the time.

"Yes, but specifically, I brought you here to dance!" Ginny told him, grinning evilly as she pulled him towards the long line. Harry's insides twisted and for a second he thought he'd be sick.

"But Gin…I can't…I mean, what I'm saying is…I can't,"

"Dance? You can't dance?" she giggled. "No worries Harry. Everyone can dance." She winked at him and continued to ignore his protests until they finally were let inside.

The club was called Alibi, and featured a jail-like theme. Bars hung from the walls and ceilings, as siren lights flashed throughout the room. The music was blaring and the dance floor was packed as Ginny guided Harry across the room. She stopped once they reached the bar, which was set, ironically, behind bars.

"We'll take anything," she told the barkeep. "Just so long as it's realllllly strong!"

He fixed their drinks and Ginny reached through the bars to get them. Harry was still staring at her, trying to figure out who this particular Ginny Weasley was, and if he liked her or not. With a mischievous glint in her eye she handed him his drink, and ordered him to "Drink up!"

It was much later when Ginny pulled Harry off the dance floor for a break. She was actually amazed at what a good dancer he had turned out to be. Sitting down in a booth she said,

"Didn't know you had that in you, did you Potter?" He grinned.

"Definitely did not. But I'm really not sure if it was me or the alcohol dancing out there," he replied cheekily with a hint of a slur in his words. She hit his arm playfully.

"Well, I guess that means you need another drink, huh? I'll be right back!" He laughed as she bounded from the bench, headed for the bar.

Harry was surprised at how much fun he was having. He would never have put himself down as one who could or would like to dance, but dancing like this was so different than dancing at the Yule ball had been. There were no rules about where your feet should go, or what you should do with your hands; instead, you were smashed between bodies and able to let it all out. No one cared if you touched them by accident, and no one cared what you looked like. But most importantly, Harry was ecstatic to realize that no one cared he was either. He felt like a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders for at least one night. Ginny had been right—he had needed this.

Thinking of Ginny, he realized she had been gone longer then it took to get drinks. He scanned the room and quickly found her red hair through the crowd. She was standing at the bar talking to some man. She threw her head back as she laughed, causing a knot in Harry's stomach. Ginny can talk to whom ever she pleases, Harry, he reminded himself. But then he almost lost his composure when Ginny began to flirtatiously touch the man's arm.

Before Harry could go any farther with his thoughts, Ginny then seemed to say goodbye and head over to their table. Harry discovered he had unconsciously been holding his breath, and finally let it out. She set the drink down in front of him.

"Hey Harry, someone asked me to dance. You don't mind, do you?" she asked. Not trusting his voice not to give him away, he simply shook his head and tried to smile encouragingly at her.

Once she had smiled back and left, Harry heard himself growl. Quickly he clamped his hand over his mouth, while trying to remind himself that he had no reason to be jealous. I'm not even jealous, he told himself, just concerned that she's dancing with a stranger. Yes, that must be it…

Ginny found herself dancing half-heartedly on the floor. The man who asked her seemed completely nice, and he was quite handsome too. Convincing herself that Harry wasn't interested in her anyway, she had accepted when he had asked her. She looked over to where Harry was seated, only to quickly look away.

Harry Potter was staring at her.

She knew he was looking at her; there just wasn't a chance he was looking at anyone else, and there was also no way the look that was on his face wasn't one of jealously and desire.

Well Harry, if it's a show you want, I'll give you something to look at! Ginny thought saucily.

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Once Harry had convinced himself that he was most definitely not jealous, he had pulled his eyes from the ceiling and decided to look for Ginny. That, unfortunately, was the wrong move.

When he saw her dancing with another man those thoughts of jealousy flowed through him again with a vengeance. It wasn't even that he didn't want that man dancing with Ginny, he realized that he himself wanted to be the man behind her. He put his drink down after taking another sip, only for his gaze to be captivated by Ginny herself.

She was wearing a short skirt and yellow camisole that really left not much to the imagination. Like everyone else, she was dripping with sweat that made her skin glisten. He watched as a droplet fell down her chest and right between her perfect breasts that bounced when she…Harry snapped to attention and looked at his hands again.

Cool it Potter. It's been a year since you've thought of her that way! She doesn't like you like that, if you've noticed! You lost your chance when you ran and hid! You came back and she was dating other people! And look now; you go dancing with her and she dances with someone else. Definitely not a sign that she likes you.

As much as he knew that Ginny could not have feelings for him, Harry also couldn't keep her out of his head. Looking up, his eyes searched for her once more.

His mouth dropped as she dipped to the floor and her whole body rippled as she came up. All coherent thoughts flew right out of his head.

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Ginny could tell that Harry was still watching her, but she also knew that he had no idea she had spotting him staring. Ginny thought back on the night later, and decided it must have been the alcohol in her that made her dance so erotically. Of course, it certainly couldn't have had anything to do with the lust she felt for Harry…

The DJ was playing a song she recognized by an American Muggle group. She dipped and moved her hips to the beat for about half of it until something snapped in her, and all of a sudden she felt adventurous.

Harry was still staring at Ginny when she lifted a hand into the air and ran her other hand down it and behind her head. Suddenly her eyes flashed up and looked lustfully into his own. Harry's own eyes widened as she kept dancing, but refused to break the eye contact with him. She was dancing for him…he realized, his throat catching.

Just then her mouth moved, shaping the words the song was playing;

So don't wake me if I'm dreaming

'Cause I'm in the mood come on and give it up

She stopped dancing then, standing in the middle of the floor, still staring deep into his eyes. Her breath was still coming in pants and he found himself floored by what had just happened. Could it be true? Was Ginny really insinuating what he thought she was? Did she want to do that with him? Could she really be attracted to him?

He looked up to see Ginny standing next to him now, looking a little unsure of herself. He couldn't resist a half smile at the sight of her.

"So, you wanna dance Potter?" she asked coyly. He couldn't have refused her if he tried.


Author's Second Note:

Hehehe...sorry I didn't have them get together...I promise it is to come! Anyone know the song that the line came from? Or did I mention it already? lol I don't remember...Thanks and please review! I'd like to know what you thought of my approach of Harry and Ginny dancing...

Zoë