Tremble For My Beloved

'In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities'.

Chapter 1: First Encounter

Ginny's POV

Once again, Ginny slammed her door to a slightly drunk and haggard Harry. Not only had she already refused to go to the Yule Ball with him, but this time she hadn't even bothered with a reply. Doubting whether she should even go to the Yule Ball, her thoughts returned to her secret beloved.

"Thinking of him again?" Hermione enquired. A light pink blush slowly crept up Ginny's cheeks, and she avoided Hermione's gaze. Hermione sighed. "I wish you would tell me who he was. I bet its Neville, you two are always partnered together in Astronomy".

"Hermione" Ginny shrieked, who looked repulsed at the thought. "Please give me credit, I have taste". Giggling, Hermione changed the subject. "Well we can go shopping for our Yule Ball dresses after Potions tomorrow. There's a gorgeous pink floor length gown I spotted the other day which I've been dying to try on". Clambering into bed, Ginny mumbled "Ok. Night Hermione".

Nightly Ginny dreamed of him.

She sat on the frosty grass with her knees drawn to her chest, and her arms were wrapped around them. She seemed oblivious to the cold as she stared at the dazzling full moon. Its radiant light cast a silhouette across the lake, giving the scene before her an elegant and serene atmosphere. In contrast the castle behind her seemed dark and overcast. Ginny didn't hear the gradual footsteps. He quietly sat down beside her and delicately brushed a loose ginger curl behind her ear, making the butterflies in her stomach flutter considerably. Ginny's breath caught in her throat, as the tip of his finger lowered to lightly caress her lips. With a touch as light as a feather, he turned her face towards him and Ginny closed her eyes when his face edged ever so slightly closer. Instantly his lips were on hers, moving slowly and gently, then quickly and passionately as he deepened the kiss. He whispered softly, his words like music to her ears, "I love you".

Remorsefully Ginny woke up to the sound of her alarm, signalling the need to get ready for breakfast. Unsurprisingly Hermione was already awake and dressed, planning to meet Ginny downstairs in the common room.

With a heavy sigh, Ginny dragged herself out of bed and gave a startled look when she saw her reflection in the mirror. With a flick of her wand, her disarrayed hair fell loosely into soft ginger curls, reaching just down to her middle back. Her looks had changed significantly since her third year at Hogwarts, and her once small petite frame had now developed into an enviously curvy figure. Ginny decided to wear the new outfit her friend Lavender had bought her, which consisted of a short black and white checked skirt, a white ¾ length top that graciously showed a small amount of cleavage, and a pair of gorgeous black high heels. She quickly put on a flick of mascara and made her way down to the Great Hall with Hermione.

When seated at the Gryffindor table, Ginny couldn't help but feel slightly apprehensive as she noted that a certain someone was not present at the Slytherin table opposite. She frowned. Get over it, she told herself firmly and shook her head, getting lost in the conversation Harry and Ron were having about quidditch.

"No way!" exclaimed Harry.

"Totally mate. Seamus told me this morning. He's been kicked off the team". Saying this at the same time he had a mouthful of food, Ron successfully managed to show everyone what exactly he was having for breakfast that morning. Hermione looked away disgusted.

However, while this was happening Ginny was lost in a reverie as her eyes followed him entering the Great Hall. Blaise Zabini. He was almost God-like to Ginny. His dark brown hair fell over his forehead; his piercing blue eyes were mysterious, as if a hidden secret lay behind them.

"Ginny?" Hermione hesitated before following her gaze. She looked at Ginny incredulously. Deciding to for-go the grilling interrogation Ginny immediately jumped up off her seat, and said "I've got to go. I'll see you later". Ron and Harry were of course oblivious. Once out in the silent deserted hallway, Ginny leaned back against the cold stone wall.

"I am definitely not going to Potions", she muttered.

"That makes two of us" a familiar voice said.

Ginny instantly felt her heart leap, and could feel him staring at her which was unnerving to say the least. Slowly she turned to the person who she knew without a doubt would be standing behind her.


This is my first proper story, so please review and tell me what you think xxx