Thank you for the reviews so far! I have updated chapter one so that it gives a detailed description of the timeline which I hae changed a bit, so please look there for reference. I have a good idea of where I want to take this story so I am excited! Keep reading, you will enjoy I hope!


Ginny was nervous. That was the thing running through her mind. She was nervous nervous nervous.

Tonight was the first ballet performance she would be in since starting up with the ballet company a month before. That whole month had been dedicated to rehearsals and practices, and tonight was going to be the opening night. Ginny was going to be sick.

It was actually a big deal, this performance. There were about 1,000 seats in the huge theatre, and every single seat had been sold. Tickets were quite expensive too, or so complained Ginny's brothers, so Ginny knew that this was not some recital for a dance school. This was first class entertainment for those who could afford it, and Ginny was the main dish er, main event rather. Calm down Ginny, these people will enjoy you, your not going to mess up, you know the moves too well. Besides, you could always obliviate any memories they might have of you messing up if you do, she thought to herself as she paced around the large dressing room where 3 other girls were rushing to get ready.

"Stop pacing Ginny, you'll wear a hole into the bottom of your ballet slippers! Besides, you know you'll be fine, your one of the best dancers here!" said one Muggle girl named Rachel. Rachel and Ginny had become friends quickly after Ginny joined, and they usually hung out together, although Ginny always had to be careful not to let anything slip about the magical world.

"Thanks Rach, I'm fine though, I'm just nervous." replied Ginny, saying aloud the word that had been ranting through her mind. I'm nervous.

She was called back to focus by a stage crew guy coming into the dressing room to tell the girls that they had to get onto the stage now.

Ginny tied her ballet shoes one last time, and rushed onstage. She found her place near the front center on the stage, and waited for the curtain to go up. She had been given one of the leading parts for this ballet, which was quite amazing really considering she had never been in a performance before, and had only just started with the company.

The curtain rose, and Ginny started moving as her body and memory told her to do. If you were to ask her what step was next, she couldn't have told you, but she somehow knew. The month of rehearsals was lost on her brain, but her body remembered everything perfectly.

At the end of the performance, Ginny knew she had done well. She hadn't messed up at least, but more than that, she felt accomplished for the first time since she had started. She felt like she had proved that she belonged here, although her git brothers said differently.

She was rushed out into the main entrance hall of the ballet theatre, to greet the fans and investors of the ballet. It was her duty as one of the ballerinas in the show, but she didn't really mind. She was going to catch up with her family backstage in 15 minutes when this whole ordeal was over.

...

Ginny glanced around the large entrance hall. It was a bit gaudy she had always thought. It was decorated and accentuated by gold trimmings, hangings, paintings, everywhere you looked there was something gold, and a few maroon decorations as well.

Now that she thought about it, it resembled her house Griffindor's colors, although it would never be as comfortable and homely as Griffindor was to Ginny. She felt almost unworthy to be standing in that room, it was so fancy and seemed to be trying to show class and wealth, all of which Ginny really didn't have. For Pete's sake, she still lived with her mum! That was only until she made enough money to buy a place of her own though, and from the looks of her salary, she wouldn't have to wait too long.

She walked around a little, saying hello to a few of her friends in the ballet as she passed them. She also made small talk with a few of the investors, all of which took up around 10 minutes. She looked around after finishing a conversation with one investor, and decided that if she snuck out now to meet with her family backstage, no one would notice.

She became excited by the prospect, and spun around quickly to head in the opposite direction, when she collided with what felt like a brick wall.

"Oomph" she let out as she started to fall. Well that's just brilliant Ginny, you ran into a brick wall! Glad to see you were looking where you were going. You must look like such a spaz! she thought bitterly to herself.

Before she hit the ground though, a pair of arms reached out and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her up and steadying her on her feet.

She was slightly startled by this whole exchange, and managed to spit out "Thank you so much," to whomever it was the was holding her, before looking up.

"You're welcome," came a laughing reply. Ginny glanced up, for some reason, it seemed as though she had heard this voice somewhere before. Oh Lord! It's Harry Potter! You ran into bloody Harry Potter! Well that's just brilliant Ginny, way to make a first impression!

Harry let go of his grip around her waist after making sure that she was safe on her feet. "Not the most graceful ballerina eh?" he asked jokingly. He didn't mean to insult her but the whole incident was a little funny.

Ginny's eyes widened, how did he know... oh look down stupid. She was still wearing her leotard of course, it was quite obvious she was in the company.

"Yeah, as soon as I step off the stage I become an elephant or something, I really am clumsy," she replied with a bit of a smile. Always better to make a joke of an embarrassing situation she thought. She took a second to take in Harry's appearance, after all, this was the closest she had ever been to him.

He was very tall, maybe around 6 foot 4 she assumed, and he was clearly very well built. His abs had felt like a brick wall after all when she had run into him. His hair was still as messy as she remembered it to be from her first year, and his eyes were a very startling green. Nope, he was even better than she remembered from first year.

She had always had a crush on him. In fact, when she was young, before Hogwarts, and her mother would tell her the story of Harry Potter, Ginny would make a finishing statement saying she would marry him one day, because he needed someone to love him. As she took him in now, he seemed happier than before, but Ginny could still sense some loneliness in his eyes, and she still thought he was very handsome.

It seemed almost as though Harry was taking in Ginny's appearance as well, although there's not much to take in, Ginny reasoned with herself.

"Hi, um, I'm Ginny," she said trying to ease the awkwardness she felt, besides, she really ought to introduce herself when she ran into someone, it was only polite she reasoned.

"I'm Harry Potter," he replied, hoping that maybe she was a Muggle and wouldn't know him. She was in the Muggle ballet after all, the chances were good.

"Really, I hadn't noticed," Ginny replied with a grin, trying to make a joke out of the situation. She could tell he really didn't want to be fawned over, and really who would under those circumstances?

Harry's eyes widened a little, "Oh, so are you a..."

"Witch," Ginny finished for him, "yeah, I was in my second year of Hogwarts when you... well you know," she finished lamely. "I would show you my wand as proof, but unfortunately, leotards don't leave much space for wand storage," she rambled in an attempt to be friendly and move the conversation on.

Harry seemed very pleased by her reaction though, she wasn't in shock of who he was, and she wasn't making a big deal about what he had done. She seemed to know he didn't like talking about it, much less being famous for it.

"Yeah, sorry but I don't really know anyone that was in that year, I kind of missed it," he grinned a little. Inwardly he was laughing at the comment about the wand.

"Well thank Merlin you did!" exclaimed Ginny.

"Are you new with the ballet company," he asked. This question surprised Ginny a little bit. There was no way he could tell that by looking at her, sure she was clumsy, but that didn't mean she was new. In fact, she would probably be clumsy her whole life no matter how long she danced.

"Um yea, I started about a month ago, this was my first performance. How did you know?"

"I have been to a few performances," Harry said reddening a little. "My friend Hermione loves the ballet, and I buy her tickets for her birthday, and Christmas and such. I didn't remember seeing you here though, in any of the shows that is."

"Are you sure," asked Ginny her smile widening, "or is Harry Potter a closet ballet fan?"

"You caught me, I'm obsessive," he joked. He really liked this girl, she wasn't stuck up even though she was an amazing dancer, in fact she seemed very modest, and she wasn't making Harry out to be a god, but treated him like a person. She was funny too. She definitely seemed different from the other girls Harry met. Maybe he should take a chance and ask her out to talk some more, he thought, she seemed worth the while to get to know, even if just as friends.

"Do you maybe want to go get some coffee?" he asked.

Ginny was once again caught off-guard by his question. Did Harry Potter honestly just ask me out? He probably only wants to go out with me because I'm not obsessing over him. He isn't interested in me, he just wants to be able to go out like a normal person.

"Sorry, I really can't. My family came to my first performance, and I'm kind of obligated to take them out." She used this as her excuse to get out of the pity date. You must be crazy, turning down the guy of your dreams. He's only the guy of my dreams if he wants to take me, Ginny, out. Not me, the normal girl, out.

Harry was a little disappointed. It was obvious she was trying to let him down easily. That was a first for him also. This girl was really throwing him for a loop and he was enjoying it. Too bad she turned him down.

"Okay yeah sure, I should have guessed that. Well, congratulations with the show, and uh, good luck with the rest," he said politely.

"Thanks, and thanks for catching me, even if you are the reason I fell," Ginny joked as she waved goodbye and walked backstage.

She was very sad for some reason as she walked away. It felt almost as if she had thrown away the opportunity of a lifetime, but she couldn't go out with Harry just because he saw in her a girl that wasn't impressed just by his name. She continued walking and found her family who appeared to have been waiting for a minute or two for her.

"Hello mum, did you enjoy the show?" Ginny managed to say before her entire family surrounded her in a very large albeit slightly uncomfortable hug. "I'll take that as a yes then shall I?" she said cheekily.

"Ginny dear, you were amazing," wept her mother.

"Yeah, you didn't fall flat on your face once!" Said her brothers Fred and George.

"Congratulations sweety, you were beautiful up there," said her father.

Ginny looked around and noticed Ron wasn't there yet again. He seemed to have been missing a lot of things ever since the war, and Ginny didn't know why. She knew he had a job as an auror, but that didn't make up for the number of times he had to miss out on things.

"Mum, where's Ron?" asked Ginny.

"Well, he had to run tonight, he did see a little of your performance though. He said he will be at the Burrow tomorrow morning, he wants to talk with you." replied her mother with something of a knowing glance at her husband.

"Oh, well alrighty, I guess we should go then before all the restaurants close," said Ginny noticing the time and still feeling obligated to take her family out.

They all went out to a nice restaurant and chatted throughout the night. Ginny only thought of Harry and her missed opportunity a small number of times, if you consider whenever she wasn't talking a smile number. She tried to push it from her mind as she said goodbye to her family later after dinner, and took off to meet her friends from the ballet at a local pub to celebrate.

She was going to forget about him if it was the last thing she did tonight.