Well hello there! This is my first Harry Potter fic, so I don't know how good it will be, but I'll do my best. This is a Blaise and Ginny fic because honestly, I have an obsession and there aren't enough Blaise and Ginny stories in the world. I'm American so I might not be very good with all the slang and sayings J.K. Rowling uses in the actual Harry Potter books, but again, I will do my best...

Summary:

The war has ended and life has changed for everyone, especially Ginny Weasley. A few months before the war ended, she was in Hogwarts and something happened that will change her forever. Now she's back at Hogwarts for her seventh year along with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Because so many people missed a year, they had to retake it, but lucky for Ginny she had been to her sixth year and would join her brother, boyfriend, and bestfriend for a their final year at the magical school. But as the school year progresses, one Slytherin's undivided attention makes it harder and harder for her to keep her secret. But she has to. No matter what. Or she risks tearing her world apart again.

Prologue

Ginny Weasley ran. She ran as fast as she could to escape whatever was chasing her. She wished she could be anywhere but here. She wanted to be with Ron, Harry, and Hermione, at home, with Fred and George at the joke shop. Anywhere but Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, or as it seemed now, Hell on Earth. Someone or somthing had been following her for weeks now. And tonight who or what it was seemed to be more bold then usual. She was used to catching occasional shadowy glimpses of her follower, even a shocking touch here and there. But never before had it chased through the hallways of Hogwarts. Footsteps echoed loudly behind her, getting closer. There was no one around, no one to save her. And no one who cared. She had been utterly alone throughout her sixth year at school. The only person who was brave enough to comfort her was Neville, but that had long since ended. He was too caught up in his rebellion now. Though she admired him for having the courage to fight back, it left her more alone then ever. Ginny knew it was selfish. She wasn't the only one who felt alone or frightened or caged in. But she couldn't help it. And now, as she was chased through the dark hallways, pushed deeper into unknown regions of the castle, she couldn't help feeling justified in her silent complaints. No one would care that she was gone. People's main concern would be for her to not escape, though she wasn't stupid enough to try.

She pushed herself harder, nearly falling every few steps. She looked behind her, shaking her wild red hair out of her face. All she could see was blackness, but she could hear the footsteps of her assailant. Eyes bright with fear, she raced on, desperate to escape this madness. Hoping that whoever this was, they would just be toying with her right now, so she could get away and tell someone who could protect her. But it was too late. With a startled scream, she was knocked into the air. And then she was flying into a hard stone wall, landing with a muted thud. The sharp crack of a breaking bone echoed throughout the corridor, but there was only one person there. And who ever it was, was in no way interested in helping the terrified girl. Ginny screamed in pain, clutching her ribs. Her breath came in short combinations of gasps and screams. Tears streamed down her face and into her hair. She sat up, letting out a strangled scream when the movement caused her broken bones to shift.

"What do you want?" She shrieked, backing against the wall, groping for her wand. "Leave me alone, you bastard!" The footsteps got closer. "Get away!"

Cold laughter answered her pleas. She could not find her wand. Ginny yelled in terror when the dark figure came to a stop in front of her. It bent down and she smacked at it. Cold fingers grasped her wrist in an iron grip, paralyzing her with fear. Cold, so cold. And the she was on fire. Biting, searing pain coursed through her. The dark figure laughed and retreated down the hallway, ignoring the writhing, shrieking girl as if nothing had happened. To her, nothing had.

One week later...

Ginny sat up in the pale light, staring at her surroundings in confusion. Where was she? What was she doing here? The only light came from a small window near the top of the wall making everything look louminescent. She stared at her hand, entranced by the pearly glow, though it was only a trick of the light. Then something else caught her eye. Dark and rustic looking; she began to wonder what could possibily cause such a large stain. Not rust, the hallway was clearly made of stone. But what then? She pondered over it, trying to remember how she ended up here in the first place at the same time. Blood. The dark stain was blood. But not just any blood. Her blood. She searched her body for any wounds, but found nothing. Her confusion grew. What could cause her to bleed in this empty section of Hogwarts? Hogwarts, she realized. That's where she was. Hell on Earth, as she thought of it now. How did she end up here? The Carrows would surely kill her. She had no idea how long she'd been unconcious on the floor. She concentrated, trying to remember. Screams echoed through her mind along with footsteps and cruel laughter. Her screams? She couldn't be sure. But she had to get out of here. Ginny stood up, suprised by how strong she felt. She walked as quickly as she could, but her unusual strength didn't last. After walking for a while, she began to feel heavy, like she was being held under water and running out of air fast.

She dropped to her knees wheezing. A panic attack, Ginny told herself, a simple panic attack. She would be okay. She sat with her head between her knees until her breathing evened out and then continued. She was exhausted... she just wanted to lay down and sleep. Just for a little while. But no, she needed to get back to the main part of the castle. She walked along in a stupor, unaware of her surroundings, only knowing that the blank stretches of hallway and occasional torches and windows were not what she wanted to see. A hollow sound and sliding noise brought her out of her trance. She looked around, startled by the sudden noise. The only noise she'd heard for quite some time had been her footsteps and breathing. She sighed in relief when she realized that the noise had come from her kicking her wand further down the corridor. She picked it up and whispered "lumos", greatful for the light.

She would make it back. She had to.

And that, my lovely readers, is the prologue of what I hope to be an epic story. Who knows though? I could run out of idea's and this could be a total flop. Luckily I have a crapton of idea's not only for this, but for other Blaise and Ginny stories and I refuse to give up on spreading the Blaise and Ginny love. Also, I'm considering some Draco and Hermione action, so review and tell me if you think its a good idea!

A song that goes great with this part of the story is Ocean Waves by Flyleaf and Alice by the wonderful Avril Lavigne.

Thanks for reading, please please please review!-

Selene