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A/N Alright, time for DANCING LESSONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 7

The First Lesson

Draco walked up behind Ginny, who was now sitting at the edge of the roof. "Are you ready to learn how to waltz?" Ginny looked up at the brown haired boy looking down at her and nodded.

"You really scared me, you know that, Draco Malfoy." She stood and looked him in the eye. Draco could see she was really truly scared.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I didn't want anyone to worry about me, but sometimes, I can't help my fits." He looked up into the sky before looking back at Ginny and extending his hand. "Are you ready?" Ginny nodded and took his hand in her own.

He led her to a section of roof that was flat and took her into position. "Alright, now give me this hand and put that hand on my shoulder, that's it. I'm going to put my hand on your waist and… yes. No we're ready to learn the steps."

Ginny looked into Draco's kind and protective eyes and smiled. Draco talked her through all the steps one by one. His voice resounded throughout the night with happiness and the occasional criticism, but he was usually encouraging her. Harry and Hermione came up into the attic, and watched the two on the roof through the attic window without the dance partners knowing.

"They're perfect for each other. I mean, the real Draco is, anyway. They look really happy together, and did you see Ginny's face when he was playing the violin? Yes, I think they'll be just like us, love." Harry looked down and gently kissed Hermione's bushy hair, and they exited the attic to give the two dancers their privacy.

"Do you want to try everything together now?" Draco looked down at Ginny as she nodded. "Hold on, let me give us some music." He pulled out his wand and flicked it and immediately a strings quartet began to play a waltz. Draco pulled Ginny close and they looked into each other's eyes as they swirled around the roof in the arms of someone they loved or would grow to love.

The next morning, Ginny woke to find herself still on the roof, a note from Draco laying gently in her right hand:

Ginny-

Last night was terrific. You are a marvelous dancer! Perhaps some night I could teach you how to Tango? I think you would be marvelous at that too. I must leave for a bit now though, but I promise you, I will be back, and perhaps you will even meet my sister when we (meaning myself, Harry, Ron, Mr. Weasley, and Bill) come back. Until then, dearest Ginny.

I remain,

Draco Malfoy

P.S. Practice the waltz so that when I get back, I can dance with you.

Ginny held the note to her chest and sighed. She had this new feeling for Draco Malfoy, she just couldn't name it. It felt like anxiety and the longing to see him again. She climbed down the ivy back to her room and found a robe on her bed with a note on top of it:

This was my sister's, but I want you to have it now, Ginny. I could never wear it, but you will look simply breath taking in it.

-Draco

Ginny set down the note and looked at the robe. It was floor length and red velvet. On the hems in the collar and sleeves it had black stitching that said Forever Inspired all the way across. She put it on and breathed in his scent. It smelled like cologne she couldn't name and roses, lots of roses.

She went into the kitchen to find her brothers, Fred, George, and Charlie sitting with Remus Lupin and Severus Snape. "Professor Snape? Are you free of the Imperious Curse now too?"

Snape looked up into Ginny's eyes and nodded. "And now that fool of a boy went to get his sister and is most likely going to get killed trying."

Ginny's heart stopped. He couldn't be… no… he wouldn't… would he? "Draco… NO!" She ran up the stairs, past Mrs. Black, and out the front door. She raced across the neighborhood, ignoring the others screams for her to come back. She had to find him, she didn't know why, but she had to. She didn't want to see him hurt.

Severus Snape chased after her, not because he wanted to stop her, but because he wanted to help her, and if she really was wearing Emmaline Malfoy's robe, then he knew how to find Draco. Ginny stopped, out of breath, and Severus caught up to her. "Let me… help you… I know how… to find… him."

Ginny looked into a murderer's eyes and nodded. "You better get him to me fast, or I might have a heart attack, and my mum wouldn't be pleased with that."

About 150 miles away, at Malfoy Manor, a group of people including three red heads, a boy with a scar on his forehead, and a blob of brown hair were visible only for a moment before they disappeared into the basement of a deatheater's house, ready to commit a crime that Lord Voldemort would sentence to death.

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A/N How was it? Did everyone like it? I hope they did. It took me a while to write. I had a little bit of writers block. Oh well, R&R!