Lose Myself with You

Lose Myself with You

By Sakura Lena Yuy

Chapter 2: The Dance

Ginny slowly entered the ballroom, and unconsciously smoothed out her formal robes. She looked around the large hall anxiously. As she descended the elegant staircase something immediately caught her eye. Ginny smiled brightly as she saw a large group people. Her pulse quickened at the sight of her family and feelings of fear and regret rushed over her. Ginny's decision to become an Auror wasn't completely accepted by her family, and she feared that they wouldn't want her here. So she positioned herself off to the side and observed her family's interaction.

Ginny intently watched her father and mother as they looked proudly over their abundant offspring. Then she caught sight of Bill bouncing his son on his knee, and Charlie quickly chiding his unruly son. She noticed animated hand gestures coming from Percy who was speaking to his twin daughters. Ginny giggled as she saw Fred and George point and plot out pranks with their wild brood. A sighed escaped her when she realized her last brother Ron was feeding his baby girl, with his wife Hermione at his side.

"Are you planning on standing here the whole time?"

Ginny whipped around and came in contact with a pair of emotional emerald orbs that belonged to a gallant Gryffindor. "Harry," she whispered and quickly threw her arms around him. "My god.How are you?"

Harry accepted the embrace wholeheartedly, and smiled softly at the red-haired beauty in his arms. "I am okay. Better now, that I'm here with the Weasley clan."

Ginny held onto his hands as she pulled out of his arms. She looked up to him and smiled brightly. It was at that moment Ginny realized how tall he had become, and that the Harry she remembered had grown up significantly. He wasn't the young teenager she knew when she had left for Auror training; he had become a man. A tall and strong man, but regardless of that he was still their Harry. His bottle green robes reminded her of the Yule Ball from their years in Hogwarts. The color suited him so well; warm and calming just like his presence. Harry smiled back and looked over Ginny carefully. Her copper colored robe fitted her lovely and complemented every highlight in her hair. He knew her hair was long because of the intricate loops and ringlets that were seated on her head. Harry had noticed the most change in her eyes; although they were still a soft brown something was missing. They seemed to lack the free spirit and innocence that they once possessed.

"Let's go to the table. I'm sure everyone would want to see little Ginny Weasley now," Harry stated.

"I hope so," she sighed.

Harry held onto her hand and led her to the table. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gasped as they saw Harry bring their baby girl to them. The rest of the Weasley's noticed their baby sister's presence. They immediately began to surround the youngest of the family, and an onslaught of welcoming hugs and kisses began. Mrs. Weasley broke down into tears, as she held onto to her one and only daughter. Before long everyone was sitting around the long table chatting about. Ginny found such warmth and happiness encircled by her family, but yet there was something missing.

Suddenly the band stopped playing the soft dinner music and began an upbeat tune. Ron handed over his daughter to Harry and grabbed Hermione for a dance. Ginny smiled as she watched her brother dance with his wife. Words weren't able to describe the happiness she felt being surrounded by her family. She became so engrossed with watching her favorite brother dancing lively with his wife, she didn't realize that she was being watched.

Harry bounced little Brianna in his lap to the beat of the music. He held her tiny hands in his own and helped her clap to the music. He had noticed how absorbed Ginny was watching his two best friends dance, and felt sorry for her. Everyone wondered if she would come at all, and to their surprise she had, but alone. Harry scoffed softly; he should have been relived to see her alone and yet he wasn't. He had noticed how she looked around the room intently, almost as if she was looking for someone else.

Mr. Weasley watched the two singles at the table and wondered. He always wanted Harry to be an official part of the family, and everyone always assumed that he and Ginny would marry. But when she left for Auror training years ago no one really knew what happened with her. Ginny had disconnected herself from the family after the horrible argument they had about her decision. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley desperately hoped that she would come for his birthday party and she had. Mr. Weasley stood up and walked over to Harry.

"Harry, why don't you dance with Ginny.She seems to want to," Mr. Weasley stated.

Harry looked over at Ginny and nodded. He handed Brianna to her grandfather, and stood by Ginny. "Ginny," he softly said. "Would you like to dance?"

Ginny looked up and smiled brightly. "I would love to Harry."

As Harry lead her out onto the dance floor the music swiftly changed. Instead of the upbeat tune that was playing, the band began to play a slow mystical tune. Harry slipped his hand into hers, while Ginny gently placed her hand on his shoulder. She smiled softly as he began to sway to the beat. Ginny continued to look into Harry's eyes, she saw kindness, warmth, and most importantly compassion. She felt so safe in his arms, and rested her head against his shoulder. Harry sighed contently and tightly wrapped his arm around her waist. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling of her body near his. He didn't want this moment to end, but suddenly Harry felt a firm hand on his shoulder.

"May I cut in," a deep voice asked.

Harry and Ginny turned to the owner of the voice. Harry's eyes hardened upon seeing the man next to him. Ginny gasped when she saw Draco Malfoy standing on the dance floor.

Draco glared back at Harry with his glacial gray eyes. "Well Potter can I dance with the girl or not?"

Harry possessively pulled Ginny closer to him and hissed back. "When did you become interested in her?"

Draco shook his head. "Worried Potter?I don't want to steal her, I just want a dance."

Ginny rolled her eyes. She hated when people talked about her as if she wasn't there. She firmly pulled out of Harry's grasp, and wedged herself between the two childhood rivals. Although she was smaller than the two of them she forced them apart. Ginny turned to Harry and with pleading eyes asked him to calm down.

"Harry its alright I'll dance with Dra...Malfoy."

Harry was about to protest when he saw the look in her eyes. "Fine...but just one dance, Malfoy."

Draco gave him a shifty smile and sarcastically spat. "That's all I need Potter."

Draco waited until Harry walked off the dance floor before grabbing Ginny to dance. The band continued to play slow music, and with one flowing motion he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close to him. Ginny was startled with this action and looked around carefully hoping no one saw this.

"What's wrong with you? You're a suspected Death Eater and you shouldn't be gallivanting around! Especially here in a room full of people who work for the Ministry of Magic," Ginny whispered as she followed his lead.

Draco shrugged his shoulders. "Suspected Death Eater, me? I believe you have me confused with someone else. My mother was with me the other night, when the Death Eaters attacked."

Ginny raised an eyebrow; she had heard from McArthur that he had been acquitted from the charges. She stared forward looking at his chest. The smell of his cologne engulfed her senses; it was very powerful and enticing. The scent reminded her of their encounter weeks ago. She remembered the way his lips felt against hers, how their body felt against one another, the looks of lust he had given her, and how his touch set her on fire. A heated blush came over Ginny as she wish for that evening to be reenacted.

"Warm, Inspector Weasley? Or is my presence reminding you of something?"

Ginny looked up wide-eyed as the shifty Slytherin continued to lead her. She wanted to speak but she lost all sense of words. She shivered slightly and suddenly realized that he had led her outside onto the dark, deserted terrace. He continued to lead her to a corner hidden by shadows and ivy. Draco instinctively brought her closer to his body, and pressed his forehead against hers looking directly into her eyes. Ginny involuntarily held her breath, as she gazed into his eyes.

"You didn't answer me. Did you like what I did to you, Ginny?"

Ginny's knees weakened when he whispered her name. Draco pressed his body against hers and smiled as she whimpered. Ginny grabbed onto his arms seeking for balance. She nodded slowly, answering his question. He cupped her cheek and captured her ruby lips. Ginny melted into the kiss, knowing very well that he was holding her up. She grasped the front of his robes and deepened the kiss. Draco growled softly at Ginny's actions; he seized her head and swiftly pulled her away. Disappointment flooded her eyes and she thought he would like that but he had pulled her away.

"Ginny, my sweet Ginny. You seem to have liked our encounter all too much. And you seem to want more."

Ginny nodded. Draco gathered her into his arms and left fevered kisses along her jaw line. Once again he pulled her into a breathtaking kiss, while his hands ran across the curves of her body. He wanted more. Draco was tired of kissing her; his body yearned for hers with an unrelenting passion. Ginny grabbed his pale locks and pulled his head down to her neck begging for his lips to touch her yearning flesh. Draco placed small kisses along the trimming of her robes teasing her into a lustful frenzy. Ginny whimpered as he continued to softly kiss her burning skin.

"Draco..." she whispered breathlessly.

Draco began to rise the skirt of her robes seeking for the satiny feel of her legs. Ginny innocently began to play with his hair, and placed a childish kiss on the tip of his nose. When he found the hem of her robes he held it above her waist, and gazed at her lower body. Ginny flushed in embarrassment; no man had seen her in her undergarments and Draco was staring at her flimsy lace panties. A smirk touched his lips, as his hand began to tug down the waistband. Ginny wanted to stop him, but her hands just clung to her robes aiding him in his task.

Draco kneeled down as he pulled the lace off her hips and continued until they fell around her ankles. He held them between his fingers, and simply stuffed them in the pocket of his robes. Ginny's body needed him to do something, but as much as she wanted him to set her on fire her conscience tried to bring her back to reality. Draco was an accused Death Eater. It was one thing to dance with him, but it was completely out of the question to allow him to do these things to her. Why was she allowing this? The question ran through her mind and abruptly ended at the sound of his voice.

"Ginny, what do you want?"

Ginny looked down at the man kneeling in front of her, unsure of what to say. Before she could answer, Ginny gasped. The sensations he brought drove her insane and all her thoughts were centered on him.

"Draco..." Ginny half shouted, half hissed.

Ginny leaned against a nearby wall, totally unsure of her balance. Draco stood up and forced her to release her robes. He brought her into final kiss.

"Thank you for the dance," he whispered. "Oh, and for my little present too."

Suddenly she heard a familiar pop, and knew that he had apparated.

"Ginny!"

She turned to see Harry and Ron walking toward her, and immediately began to straighten her robes. She prayed that the darkness would conceal her blush and disheveled appearance. Harry placed his hands on her shoulders and his eyes were full of concern. "What happened to Malfoy? We saw him lead you out here, but then we couldn't see you two anymore."

Ron looked around. "Where is that slimly git? Did he do anything or say anything, Ginny?"

Ginny shook her head. "He lead me out here, then thanked me for the dance and walked away."

"But nothing happened," Harry quickly asked.

"Not a thing."

"Good," he firmly replied.

Ron looped his arm around Ginny's shoulders. "Let's get back to the party. I want to dance with my little sister."

Ginny giggled. She glanced back to the corner where she had been standing and smiled shrewdly.

You are going to pay dearly Malfoy. No one steals my favorite pair of knickers and gets away with it, she thought to herself.