“I don’t shy away from things I want,” Ginny mused with a sly smile. Often, she added silently. However, she didn’t want to ruin her night reflecting on exceptions to her rule to make herself happy.
She watched as his finger circled the rim of the glass. He had a light touch, or at least could have a light touch sometimes, that was good. Boys could be rough when it wasn’t called for. She hated that.
“Huh, that must be rough when you run into the rare disappointment,” Ginny said with a smirk.
“Not at all,” Ginny assured him, not set off balance by his musings. There was something so…familiar about him. It made her more intrigued but there was a hint of warning there too. “I was simply making conversation,” she replied, answering his question.
“I am going to dance tonight at some point,” she told him. “Don’t worry, I suspect it will be fun to watch if someone were so inclined…” Ginny’s body was quite toned from Quidditch and she knew it. Those horrible practices had at least one good side benefit.