What Happened to Ginny

Chapter 5
The Crush

A/N: My muse is simple girl. All she likes are plot bunnies and reviews. So be kind to Maggie and feed her review cookies please. Big thanks to my beta Lbandoly for her hard
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The music pulsed all around them, through them loud and crass, music that she wasn’t at all familiar with, muggle perhaps. Ginny didn’t think she had ever been anywhere quite like it. It was dark and smoky; smells of tobacco, alcohol, and something sweet that she wasn’t familiar with in smoke filled her senses. People everywhere, the dance floor a mad crush of people that swayed, dipped, and clung with a passion not normally seen outside of a bedroom.

Ginny followed Luna through the throng of people up to a second floor balcony that seemed to wrap around the entire lower floor. Seated in a secluded corner where several people that she knew right off; Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, plus a handful of people that Ginny knew had been in either Slytherin or Ravenclaw either in her year or in the year before. She gave a weak smile as Luna introduced her around the circle of mostly former enemies.

She turned to the balcony rail and resumed watching the sway of the crush below her. Before she could react a cool hand slipped onto her shoulder and a warm body pressed to her back. “Do you like what you see?” He whispered in her ear. “They say dancing is foreplay, but personally I’ve yet to find a partner that lived up to the talk Mrs. Potter.” An unmistakable vengeful twist colored the last two words out of the stranger’s mouth.

Ginny managed to pull out of his grasp long enough to turn around. White-blond hair, blue eyes so pale they were nearly grey, pale complexion, even if she hadn’t seen him in fifty years there would have been no doubt in her mind that Draco Malfoy had just pinned her to the rail and whispered in her ear in a way that made her blush. “Malfoy. Why am I not surprised? Only you would accost a woman in such a way. And I find it hard to believe you don’t read the papers. For sure know that Potter is not my name now.”

“Oh I do. Potty left you. He didn’t even stop the whole world from know he was out shagging someone else behind your back from months. Even with that, I have to wonder how and why the little straight-laced Ginny Weasely managed to find her way into not just Knockturn Alley but AK of all places.” Looking back at his friends he saw Luna sitting on top of Blaise as if she owned him. “Lovegood’s doing no doubt. I’m sure she also gets the credit for your little makeover as well.”

Ginny pulled away from him, cutting him a glare that said fuck off in a way that words never could. “Not that it’s any of your business Malfoy, but yes Luna picked here to go out to.”

He smirked. “Of course she did. There are two things that bint can’t get through a week without, Blaise and cocaine. I guarantee you by the end of the night you’ll be returning home alone. She certainly won’t be going back with you. Oh well that must not be too unfamiliar for you considering.”

During there little battle of whit Ginny had totally forgotten that there was an entire group of people sitting not ten feet away from them watching the entire drama. Blaise finally had enough of the proverbial pissing contest. It was ruining a great song having to hear them go back and forth over nothing at all. “Damn Draco let the poor girl have some room to breath. You’re little blood feud can go to hell for the night so she can let that striking hair down and learn to have a bit of fun Slytherin style. Who knows Draco; if you’re nice to her she might let you erase Potter from her memory or better yet her luscious body.”

Draco let his eyes rake over her tiny frame. Her outfit accentuated her every curve, most defiantly the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the flare of her tiny hips. There was one thing for sure; she sure looked good enough to eat. “I think you might have a point Blaise.” He offered her his hand. “What do you say Weasely, truce? Just while we are here, mind you?”

She knew better than trust a Slytherin, this one for sure. But she didn’t want to ruin her night out. This was her night to come out and become free, see if she couldn’t find a new side of her that wasn’t so lonely. It couldn’t hurt to let the past stay in the past. She took his hand. “Truce.”

A whirl of magic wrapped around them twisting around them like a cyclone; swirls of yellow and red enveloping them leaving them as quickly as it came. “What was that?” She had never seen or for that matter heard of anything like it. Draco looked as confused as she did.

Peals of laughter came from the normally quiet Nott. “You two really are clueless aren’t you? Some blood feud you had going if you didn’t even know how it worked. You just repealed the damn thing.” He couldn’t stop laughing; carrying on so loud he had to stop to breath. “Oy Malfoy, you best be glad your father’s dead cause if he wasn’t you certainly would be come tomorrow morning.”

The two stared in awestruck wonder at Nott. “Just how do you know about blood feuds Nott? I don’t recall your family having one with anyone.”

“Standard Nott family education of course. The Malfoy’s aren’t the only ones with enemies Draco as you well know. Though I have to say the Malfoy/Weasely feud is, nay was, the oldest feud in existence until your little light show.”

Luna gave Ginny a sympathetic smile as she rose from her seat on Basie’s lap. “Let’s go get you a drink. You’re gonna need to get blasted tonight so you won’t feel it when your brothers kill you tomorrow.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Gee Lu, thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Hours passed and the fire whiskey flowed like water. Ginny finally braved the throng on the dance floor after her third glass of the potent libation. Dancing in a misshapen circle with Luna, Blaise, and some dark haired former Ravenclaw girl whose name she just couldn’t remember.

When she had first watched the crowd from above she wondered how they had been moving so fluidly, but after a few songs and Blaise’s hands on her hips to guide her from time to time she discovered it wasn’t as hard as one might think. All one really needed to do was move. There was no right or wrong way to do so. Just move, don’t think, and enjoy. Unlike the ridged precise steps of the formal dances of the Yule Ball her third year, this was fun, liberating, adrenaline pumping exhilaration.

She let herself get lost in the music. Swaying her hips to the throbbing beat, never even noticing when Luna and Blaise left the floor and some nameless wizard with far too many bars in his ears began dancing a bit too close to her backside.

She also didn’t notice the two friends high above her leaning on the rail watching her.

“Draco instead of watching that punk touch her and try to seduce her with his body, maybe you should go down there and show her what it really means to dance.”

“Bloody hell you really have sniffed too many muggle drugs this time mate because you seem to have no brains left inside that oversized head of yours.”

Blaise laughed. “Oh I don’t think so. You’ve had that same look in your eye since she got here. The one that screams ‘I’m gonna eat you alive and leave you begging for more of me’.”

“You’ve gone totally daft. I have no desire to bed a Weasely. I hate her and everything she stands for.”

“Which is why you called a truce that ended a several hundred year old blood feud?”

Draco’s look was rather blank considering. “Don’t you have some cocaine to sniff or cannabis to smoke instead of standing here bothering me?”

Blaise laughed knowing he had won. “No, but I should go stop Luna for now. The night’s still young. She’s never any fun when she goes overboard.” The tall dark skinned man returned to Luna, plying her with warm kisses and soft caresses to get her to leave the drugs for the time being.

“Damn.” Draco said as he made his way down to the dance floor. He didn’t have to like her to want to take her to his bed after all.