Authors Note: This is my first fanfic and an idea was just floating around in my head so I decided to finally make a story with it. I am terrible at spelling and grammar so I'm sorry if here are first 10 or so chapters will be flashbacks leading up to the first scene. Weirdly enough I thought of the concept in an English lesson reading the play A View from the Bridge but anyway on with the story. Please read and review it will motivate me to continue!

Chapter One

Ginny's POV

'OPEN THE DOOR! MISS WEASLEY IN THE NAME OF THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC YOU ARE REQUIRED TO OPEN THIS DOOR!'

I wake with a start trying to work out why I think I heard shouting at my door.

'THIS IS THE AUROR DEPARTMENT! MISS WEASLEY YOU HAVE TWO MINUTES TO OPEN THIS DOOR OR WE WILL HAVE TO, UNDER MINISTRY LAW, BLAST IT OPEN!'

Suddenly it hit me, looking to the left I realised why they were here. I needed to get the sleeping man in my bed out of this flat immediately.

The Yule Ball, Christmas Day, 1994

Neville is fun. We're friends. But he cannot dance. My feet hurt like hell and everyone is treating me like I'm a baby. Ron has already come over four times and asked if I want to go to bed! It's only 10:15!Luna and Colin are both off somewhere dancing with the foreign students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang leaving me alone at our ice table in the corner. Luna promised she would stay with me, so much for 'single ladies sticking together'. I dreamed tonight would be magical and perhaps a certain black-haired, drop dead gorgeous Seeker would ask me to dance and we would twirl and laugh the night away. He would walk me back to the dormitory, ask me out, and kiss me goodnight. Not any old kiss though, one full of passion and feeling. Not the case. Oh no he's too busy drooling over Cho Chang that fake, annoying, smug..

'My, my Weaselette. Glower and harder and you're face may be stuck like that.' Sneers a familiar, unwelcome voice.

Great. Malfoy. As if my evening could get any worse the amazing bouncing ferret appears.

'Oh, shut up Ferret boy.. If you came over to piss me off congratulations you've succeeded. Now bog off.' I am not in the mood for his taunting.

'I only came over to ask for a dance, but I'll just go ask Chang if you don't want to.' He smirks.

'Me?' I let out an undignified squeak and blush so my face is as red as my hair.

'Consider it you're lucky day.' Malfoy drawled.

For some strange reason, probably just so he doesn't ask Cho, I agree. I allow him to take my hand and lead me onto the crystal dance floor. There was one key difference between Neville and Malfoy. Malfoy can dance. His natural rhythm is amazing and he seems to know all the steps perfectly. He twirls me around effortlessly, doesn't step on my feet once and I feel like a princess. He lifts me as if I weigh nothing and places me down so gently I feel light as a feather. I never dreamed I would actually enjoy dancing with this prick. I even smile once or twice. He leads the dance with an air of sophistication and acts like a true gentleman. He looks down at me and I realise how I had never noticed that his eyes were so grey they were almost silver. I could see how other girls claimed to get lost in them. A Weasley dancing civilly and by choice with a truly is a Christmas miracle. But all to soon the music stops and our dance is over.

'Would you like some punch?' He asks softly. This took me by surprise, I thought I was just having one dance then it would be back to his bullying and obnoxious ways.

I nod unable to talk after that magical moment we just had.

Holy Merlin! I just thought I had a magical moment with Malfoy! What has gotten into me! He turns and walks off to get us drinks but I can't stay here with him. I run holding up my dress as I go. I see Parvati and Lavender in the corridor but I don't stop to say hello. I have to get as far away from that slimy blond prat as I can. I stop in a courtyard and lean against the cold stone pillar, breathing hard. I don't even notice the temperature which is well below freezing because I'm still too flushed and Someone lets out a laugh from the shadows behind me, I spin around almost falling in my heels and see Blaise Zabini. Malfoy's friend. Luna described him perfectly as tall, dark, devilishly handsome and knows it. Spectacular.

'Don't worry Weaselette, I don't bite. I just came to see if you were ok after abandoning my friend on the dance floor. Probably the first woman to run away from Draco.'

'Why are you Slytherin's so obsessed with me tonight?!' I glare at him as hard as I can.

'We notice things others may not see. Such as you.' Blaise said shrugging.

'Why me?.'

'You want the honest answer?' He says.

'Yes..'

'You seem like fun, your brother and his little trio all treat you like some fragile child and we want to get to know you.' He replies bluntly.

'Who's we? The whole of Slytherin house or just you and you prat of a friend?'

'He's not really a prat Weaselette , surely after that dance you know that. But yes just me and Draco, or you can call us the Slytherin Princes' he says winking.

'I'll give you a chance but no way am I calling you that Zabini.' I laugh rolling my eyes.

'It's Blaise. Seeing as we are friends now Weaselette.'

' So I have to call your first name but I'm stuck as Weaselette!' I cry indignantly.

'It could always be Red.' Holding out his arm

'You're impossible.' I giggle as I take it and let him lead me back inside.

After that day we became fast friends. It became common to see the two Slytherin princes hanging out with me. Ron was furious and sent owl after owl to our parents but stopped instantly after Mum said a lovely howler telling him to 'leave Ginny and her friends alone.' The two Slytherin boys soon became my best friends, Blaise was like another brother to me but with Draco there always seemed something more.