Draco had arranged for them to meet in the common room that Friday. Together, they magically cleared a large space for dancing in the centre of the room.

"Right. We don't have long, so I'll just teach you the basics. I'm going to teach you two dances and I'll just ask the band to play the appropriate music," Draco told her.

Ginny felt slightly apprehensive, but nodded her understanding anyway.

"OK. First off, I'll go through your steps bit by bit and then once you know them all we can go through it together and then with music. Today I'm going to teach you the waltz, it's a classic ballroom, three step dance and reasonably easy."

She nodded and he stood in front of her with his back facing her, giving her a very nice view of his tight arse in the black jeans he was wearing. His voice brought her attention back to the task at hand.

"Follow my steps."

He started to move and she concentrated on following him exactly.

**

Draco was growing quickly frustrated at teaching her the dance but he knew that, if he just persevered, he would be able to teach her the waltz. And then, the tango. He sighed; it was going to take a while.

Truthfully, he was being quite harsh. She was a quick learner and she moved well. He knew that once she picked up the basic moves and positions she would learn very quickly and that was all they really needed to work on.

What Draco was really annoyed at, was the fact that he had found himself admiring her lately and even enjoying spending time with her, although he hid it well. The problem was: he was a Malfoy and she was a Weasley. He was supposed to hate her on principle alone. Yes, she was very pretty, beautiful even, but he should not be catching himself checking her out so much.

Dancing with her just made everything harder. She was so fun and full of life that he couldn't help opening up, smiling and even laughing. It was completely out of character for him and strangely liberating. He didn't understand why she made him feel that way though and not knowing scared him and made him angry.

**

Professor Minerva McGonagall patrolled the corridors briskly. She was in a good mood; she had finished all her marking and there had been a lull in Death Eater activity of late. She was almost scared that something would happen, war had taught her that nothing could ever stay that good for a long time.

As she walked down the corridor that the Heads' common room was on, she heard loud music coming from behind the portrait. Frowning, she quietly said the password and gently opened the portrait a few inches. Through the crack she saw Draco and Ginny dancing a waltz.

"-2,3,1,2,3," Draco was saying. "No, no, no! You're doing it wrong! It's not down, down, up, it's up, up, down."

They broke apart.

"Why does it even matter anyway?" Ginny asked, obviously tired.

"Because that's what you have to do in a waltz, it's one of the key parts. You want to be able to dance at the ball don't you?" Draco asked in a completely professional voice. Ginny muttered something under her breath but the boy just ignored her. "Right, from the top." He waved his wand to start the music again. "Into position and 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3…"

Minerva was amazed at the boy. Not only was he an amazing dancer, which shouldn't really surprise her considering his lineage, but also he and the youngest Weasley actually seemed to be getting on well. Hell must have frozen over. There was even a special something between the two, something not quite there yet but rapidly forming. She wasn't sure what the Weasley men would say about such a thing though. Suddenly a line from one of Albus' favourite plays sprung into her mind and as she silently closed the portrait she whispered it under her breath.

"My only love sprung from my only hate."

Then she remembered how the play ended. She could only hope that Ginny and Draco would end up better off than that particular couple.