A/N: I really want to write a song fic right now because of some...issues in my life that really related to this song that I, now, really adore. However, I promised that I would not abandon this story, so I'm going to start this next chapter before I start anything else. I will also try to make this chapter longer than the others.

Disclaimer: Nope, I only own the plot.

"We have a week, Blaise informed her nonchalantly as he closed the door to the Room of Requirements behind her. "Only one week for me to teach you how to tango. Are you ready to start?"

"Yes Ginny affirmed as she crossed to the middle of the room, "but why do we only have a week? And how, exactly, do you intend on teaching me a whole form of dancing in one week?"

"I don't," Blaise replied simply, shrugging a little."I intend on teaching you a dance, and I want you to perform it with me at the Sytherin party being held next Saturday."

"No."

Blaise froze, eyes flashing as he captured her gaze. "No? What do you mean, 'no?' You can't tell me you honestly thought you would be performing for Draco personally."

"W-well..no," Ginny stammered as her cheeks filled with the vibrant hue of blood, "but I don't want to dance for all the Slytherins either!"

Blaise smiled as clothes appeared in his hands and he offered them, "You won't be dancing for them; you will be dancing for Draco. It is as simple as that, and if you keep that thought in mind you'll be fine.

"Now," Blaise added as Ginny took the clothes from him, "I need you to go into the dressing room" - as he said this one appeared behind her - "and change into those clothes. Those jeans you're wearing are not appropriate dance wear."

Ginny flashed him a suspicious glance before moving into the dressing room and locking herself within. She changed quickly and mentally expressed her need for a mirror and a full length mirror appeared on the wall next to her. She appraised herself briefly and nodded with approval before exiting the room.

Blaise had required for her a pair of fashionable, cloth sweats. The pants were green with two gold strips running down the outside hems and the shirt was the same color gold. The top was form fitting and exposed her stomach slightly, which made her feel uncomfortable. However, she knew that once they began to dance she would be grateful for the revealed areas of skin.

"I'm ready," Ginny informed as she crossed to the middle of the floor. "What now?"

Blaise frowned slightly. It was clear to Ginny in that moment that the Tango was not something you should inquire about lightly. Certainly, one should never say, "What now" about it and she resolved to never do so again.

"Now we Tango," Blaise said as allowed his body to meld with hers in a perfect stance. He began to take measured steps forward and, after a clumsy beginning, she followed. Once she seemed to be comfortable, he reversed and they began to go backwards. Soon they were wondering all about the room and not long after that Ginny found she was able to predict how they would move next.

"Good," Blaise murmured as he pulled away. Ginny was beaming brilliantly and she seem to radiate joy at this comment. "We're off to a great start. Now that you feel comfortable we can move onto the actual dance. First, I must finish the choreography. I have the beginning planned out, however, and I wanted to expose you to it since you will be performing alone."

Ginny froze. She hadn't been very comfortable about the whole dancing with Blaise idea, but this...this was worse. At least if she was dancing with Blaise she was dancing with someone. But alone? She would be doing the dance alone? Well...not the whole dance, but even a part by herself filled her with nervous fear.

"Okay," Ginny heard herself say. She had come this far. Despite the fear she felt now, she had come this far and it was no good giving up now.

"Okay," Blaise returned.

He moved away from her and she stood back to watch. Blaise stood alone and quite for a moment, and Ginny almost thought she could hear the sound of records flipping over one another as they did in those muggle juke-boxes. Then the sound of staccato beats tapped against the otherwise still air of the room and fill Ginevra with the desire to move. Then Blaise began to Tango.

Ginny was entranced. Although it was clear that the movements he made were intended for a female, Blaise performed them without shame. When he had finished, Ginny stared at him for a moment before clapping her hands. He smiled and bowed briefly then he showed Ginevra the moves. Feeling extremely self-conscious, Ginny followed his instructions until she had the introduction down in muscle memory.

"Great work Weasley," Blaise said wiping the perspiration from his forehead with his sleeve. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Y-yeah...sounds good," Ginny said as she grabbed her clothes from where they sat in a corner of the room. "Thanks again for everything Zabini. You're...you're a great teacher."

Blaise looked uncomfortable for a moment, as though he had never received a complement in his life. Then he nodded and turned away from her, an obvious sign to her that it was time to leave. As Ginny closed the door to the Room of Requirements behind her, she heard the music start back up. Blaise, it seemed, was as much dedicated to this as Ginny was. For some reason, that made her heart feel like it was glowing.

6

Ginny found throughout that week that the more she danced with Blaise, the more comfortable she became with him. When she first began to learn the choreography for her section of the dance she had blushed furiously the entire time. Not to mention Blaise informed her that she danced like she was afraid her clothes would fall off. Her blush had deepened at that, and she decided not to tell him how close he was to being right.

That was on Sunday, however, and this was Thursday. Now she and Blaise had the whole dance memerized and it was a matter of practicing until the whole dance was running it until the whole dance went smoothly. As Ginny was trying desperately not to think about the fact that the Slytherin party was a mere two days away, Blaise whipped her away from him with such force that their hands broke apart, and she stumbled to the groud.

"You're not concentrating," Blaise said as he glared down at her. It wasn't an accusation, it was a statement, and Ginny knew he was telling the truth. "We're two days away from performing and you are off in some dream world!"

Ginny looked down at the floor, ashamed. She had no idea of how to respond to that as she couldn't very well deny that she wasn't focused.

Blaise sighed, causing Ginny to look up in curiosity. He was running fingers through his hair as he asked, "What's wrong?"

Ginny was caught off guard for a moment. What ever she had been expecting, it wasn't that. She sat up slowly and crossed her legs before she spoke.

"I guess...I'm just worried that I won't be good enough," Ginny said after a moment of thought. "Like...I might freeze up or something. What if I do? What if the music starts, but I don't. What if I blow this whole thing and make myself look like a complete and utter idiot in front of the whole Slytherin house? In front of Draco?

"I just...I don't want to fail."

Blaise stared at her for a moment before he slumped to the floor in front of her. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before he took her hand in his and looked her in the eyes. Ginny stared back as steadily as possible, but her heart was thumping like mad and a blush was rising in her cheeks.

"You will not fail," Blaise informed her firmly, "because you are an amazing dancer. You are good enough to do this Ginevra Weasley. If you freeze, I'll step in early and we'll save your solo for the end of the song or something. If you start it off shaky then we'll just have to blow them away when I join you. You won't fail. I won't let you."

Ginny believed him. It was as simple as that. Somehow, over the past few days she had come to trust Blaise completely. She knew that no matter what happened two days from then, Blaise would be there for her. That mattered to her so much more than she ever thought it would, or that it probably should have. She had to remind herself firmly that Blaise was just the means to and end. She was after Draco, not Blaise.

Blaise stood up, clearing his throat as he did so, and offered his hand to her. Ginny smiled, completely forgetting what she had just told herself, and took his hand. He pulled her up a little off the floor then let her go! Ginny grunted as she hit the ground and thought, well so much for trusting him! She crossed her arms before her chest and glared at him.

"Sorry," Blaise said, laughing. "I just thought I would lightened the mood. I won't do it again, I promise."

He held out his hand to her once more. Ginny eyed it warily for a moment before tentatively placing her hand in his. He pulled her up so sharply that she couldn't stop her momentum as it forced her to stumbled into Blaise's arm. Their startled faces were inches apart when they managed to steady themselves. Ginny licked her suddenly dry lips before chewing her lower lip. She could feel his heartbeat and was surprised to find that it was beating as quickly as her own. She looked down at where her hand rested over his heart before looking up at him through a fringe of strawberry-blond eyelashes to meet his gaze once more.

Blaise was suddenly moving closer to Ginny. Her breath caught in her throat at the thought that he was going to kiss her. Their lips were a fraction of a second from connecting when he tilted his head slightly so that their foreheads met gently instead. His eyes were closed for a second and Ginny let out a breath of air she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

Sighing briefly, Blaise opened his eyes and took her head in his hands. He gazed at her intently as he said, "Are you ready to focus now?"

No, Ginny snorted mentally, but she said, "Yeah, I think so."

They pulled apart and Blaise requested the music. As it began to beat around her, Ginny looked over at Blaise. He was blushing! He was blushing as he looked anywhere but at Ginny herself. Deciding to pretend she hadn't noticed, Ginny looked straight ahead and began to dance.

When Blaise met her in mid-dance, the red tint was gone from his face which was emptied of emotions once more. Ginny felt her heart sink a little, but quickly reminded herself that he had blushed. He wasn't as cold as he pretended to be and with that thought, she threw herself into the dance so vigorously that Blaise couldn't help but be impressed and enjoy himself.

When the dance finished, they pulled apart slowly and smiled at one another. Blaise nodded his head approvingly and said, "Great. This was a wonderful practice. Same time tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Ginny said as she fanned herself with her hand. She grabbed her clothes, then, and headed for the door but stopped before she had closed it. Turning around slowly, Ginny said, "Um, Blaise?"

"Y-yes...Ginny?"

Ginny smiled at the way simply saying his name had flustered him so before she murmured, "Thank you."

This seemed to throw Blaise off more that hearing his name coming from her lips had. He merely stared at her as though she had grown another head. Ginny took that to be his way of saying, "You're welcome, Ginny," and left. She was two days away from achieving her dream. Even if nothing came of this whole ecapade, she could say that she had tried. If nothing else, Ginny could be proud of herself for actively going after something she wanted. For the moment, that was enough to keep her smile, her nerves, and her resolve steadied.

A/N: Okay, so this was probably the hardest chapter for me to write because I had to break away from the structure of the previous chapters and I wasn't sure how to do that. Still, I am now ready to plunge head first into the real meat of the story, so thanks to my readers for being patient with me. And now...

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