Ginevra Weasely was far from the meek, docile little creature she had once been. She was a sixth year now. She played chaser on the Gryffindor team. Not only did she not take crap from anybody, but because she was funny, down to earth, quite sweet, and, sometimes, wickedly sarcastic, she had quite a few friends now adays. Of course, she had her faults. A raging temper and one eyebrow that arched just slightly higher than the other being just two of many. Remnants of her crush on Harry still remained, but he was happily dating Luna at this point. So, to avoid pain both on her part, and on those of her best friend and her surrogate brother, she shelved her feelings for him and treated him as she did all her other brothers.

With warm, usually incredibly exasperated, affection.

On this day, a Saturday, she was particularly exasperated. "Alright, Harry, Ron. Give it back! It's really not funny!" she whined. "Seriously. Give it back!" she was wandering the halls, searching for her brother and her surrogate brother with all the unbridled impatience of a five year old. "MR. TEDDY IS NOT A JOKE AND I WANT HIM BACK!!!!!" she shouted.

At that very moment, the worst possible moment, Draco Malfoy rounded the corner. "Mr. Teddy?" asked Draco cynically. Ginny went from pink to red to white and back to red.

"Sod the hell off, Malfoy!"

"Language, Weasely. Do you lick Potter's boots with that tongue?"

"I have things to do, Malfoy, so get the fuck out of my way or I'll curse you so hard your father will wet his pants," hissed Ginny, quite calmly. She had a tic in her cheek, despite her calm voice.

Draco's eyebrows went into his hairline. So the littlest weasel wasn't a mouse anymore. Surprise surprise, now she was a fanged bunny rabbit. And those were quite some teeth she was baring, yes, actually baring, at him in the snarl of the century. "What's your new motto, Weaslette? I am kitten, hear me mew?"

"No. I am Weasel, feel me bite. Now get out of my way."

"I don't think I will."

"Malfoy, do you remember a lovely time in Umbridge's office in your fifth year?"

"Vividly."

"Would you like a repeat?" asked Ginny sweetly.

"No thank you, I'll pass."

"Then get the bloody hell out of my way," snapped Ginny.

"Language Weasley. Five points from Gryffindor."

"If you EVER paid attention in prefect's meetings, you'd know I'm a sixth year prefect, Malfoy. Five points to Gryffindor, for the patience of Ginny Weasley in not having cursed Draco Malfoy."

"Oh, you wound me to the core," said Malfoy, clutching his heart melodramatically. "Please! I can't take it. My evil plot is thwarted."

"Malfoy, shut up!" snapped Ginny.

"That'd just be faaar too simple." said Malfoy, dramatically beginning a fake death.

"In a minute you won't be pretending to die, Malfoy."

"I know, I'll be bored." he replied tartly.

"Let me through, Malfoy. Or didn't we established two years ago that I am not above cursing your ferret-y ass?"

"Old, Weaslette. Very old."

"Shut up, ferret-boy." Ginny started to shoulder past him. He didn't let her past.

"Bloody hell Malfoy, what is your problem!?!"

"Nothing that I'm willing to share..."

"Merlin take it all.... Fine, I'll double back," she turned around and started back down the corridor through which she had come. Then she looked over her shoulder. "Hell, Malfoy, what are you doing up in the tower anyway? No lessons today, so what's your excuse?" They were about two floors and five corridors away from the Gryffindor common room, in one of the lower levels of the tower.

"Hmmm..." he didn't answer, instead following her silently.

Ginny stopped. "Malfoy, go the FUCK away!!!" screeched Ginny. She was red in the face and stamped her foot while she ranted.

"No."

Ginny took a breath, realizing she was less than attractive with a face like a cherry. "Why not?" asked the redhead as calmly as possible.

"Because, I'm bored."

"Malfoy, I seriously will curse you. I am not kidding."

"Weasley, I seriously doubt it. I'm not kidding," Malfoy mocked her, with a sneer.

She went for her wand. "Petrificus totalus!" snapped Ginny.

"Expelliarmus!" he had gotten there before her.

Her wand flew into his wand. "Malfoy, give it back."

"Nope.." It was like he was trying to get her to attack him. He swiftly put it behind his back.

"Give. It. Back."

"Why. Should. I?" said Malfoy. Ginny let out a frustrated yell and tackled him. He stood as still as he could, taking the blow, and only staggering slightly backwards. She groped behind his back for the wand. Surprisingly, she was quite strong. Well, it was only surprising if you didn't know her brothers. "Easy weaslette..." he said, not putting up much of a struggle, but keeping the wand from her hands.

It was quite unfair, as she was only five foot three or so, and he was easily six foot tall. Malfoy looked down at her with a smirk. Ginny made a face and kicked his feet out from under him. Not being stupid, she knew if she could pin him she could get the wand. He tumbled onto his back. She reached for the wand, which had skittered out of his grip when he fell.

Malfoy growled. "Foul play Weaslette." Ginny had to roll off of him to grab the wand, her arms weren't long enough to reach while sitting on him. She knew she needed to grab it and get away. The only reason she'd been able to sit on him was that he was in shock. It was all the element of surprise. She was strong, but he was bigger. He gathered himself and in a split second, had the wand back in his hand. She wrapped her hand over his. He looked up at her.

"Give me my wand!" snapped Ginny as she started prying his fingers from around the wooden shaft. He held onto it tightly. Fine, if he wanted to play dirty, she'd play dirty. With that thought, she kneed him. He winced and took it, looking at her, his teeth gritted. He had loosened his hold just enough for her to wrench the wand away and roll off of him.

Ginny stood up and backed away. "I sincerely hope you can no longer spawn demons!"

"Oh, I've spawned already?" He said, anger lacing his words.

"No, as in other than yourself." she turned and began marching at a brisk pace down the corridor, wand tucked firmly inside her robes.

"Accio wand!"

She grabbed at her robes but her wand was already flying towards Malfoy. Turning around, jaw clenched, the Slytherin could see that Ginny was practically twitching. "Alright, Malfoy, what do you want? I'm just a wee bit sick of this game."

"Mmm, depends, what do you have to offer..."

"A second knee to the groin, perhaps? Look, quit toying with me and tell me what you want, damn it, because I have better things to do then mess about with you."

As Ginny was waiting for Draco's reply, two new voices were heard.

"She'll never find it"

"She's going to be so pissed," both voices snickered. It was Harry and Ron. Draco's eyes widened. He skittered out of his sitting position, wincing. Running over, he thrust the wand into her hands, and turned tail and ran.

They came around the corner as he nearly bolted into them. Ron blinked. "What the hell was ferret-face doing here, Gin? Was he bothering you? Want us to crush his head?" asked Ron, all in one breath.

"Ron, slow down, for Merlin's sake. He was just passing." It wasn't that she didn't plan on revenge. Oh no. It was simply that Ginevra Molly Weasley executed her own revenge. Her army of brothers was for emergencies only.

It was the next Friday. Gin was standing in front of her wardrobe, deciding what to wear for the Hogsmeade weekend. All of her school clothes were new, but she had only been able to buy one outfit and a cloak with her summer money and still been able to afford her Nimbus 2000. Even if it had been slightly used at the time.

"I'm acting like there's any real choice..." muttered Ginny. It had snowed for the first time the year the day before, so it was cold. Ginny grabbed her green everyday robes and her plain, servicable black cloak. She got dressed, pulled her hair back and smeared a little makeup on. "Right, out into the world I go..."

Gin met Hermione, Ron and Harry in the common room. "Mind if I walk down to Hogsmeade with you three?"

"You haven't got a date?" asked Ron suspiciously.

"If I did, Ronald, I wouldn't be walking with you three. My dates usually prefer their genitals intact." Hermione blushed and snickered behind her hand. Harry smirked.

The four of them walked down, first to the entrance hall, then out to Hogsmeade. There they parted ways. Ron and Hermione were going to get and save a table at the three broomsticks while Harry found Luna. The four of them were double dating. Hermione had invited Ginny to join them, stamping on Ron's foot when he opened his mouth to protest.

Ginny however, politely declined, not wanting to be a fifth wheel. So she headed up to the shrieking shack, where she often went to think.

Draco and his cronies were walking down into Hogsmeade, in formation, as always. The black cloaked figures they presented always looked particularly daunting to the village folk. Ginny didn't notice. She was plotting a complicated revenge scheme.

"Oh look, there's weasel." sneered the Slytherin at Dracos side

Draco smirked, "Mmmm, all by her lonesome..."

"Can we go hex her, pleeeeeease?!" screeched Pansy on his other side.

Blaise, who was next to her on her other side, winced. "Not so shrill, woman."

"Shut up!" said Pansy, screeching again.

"Honestly, Pansy, keep your mouth shut." Draco said harshly. Blaise snickered. Pansy had a notoriously big mouth.

"So, girl Weasel is all alone, are we doing something about it, other than talking about it?" asked Millicent. She wasn't pretty, but she was intelligent and didn't screech about every little thing.

"What did you have in mind?" Draco said, looking round at her, his steely eyes flashing.

"She is your pet project, Draco, not mine. I just want to know if we're doing something or standing here getting cold."

"You can go ahead. Blaise, Pansy with me," said Draco imperiously. Millie and the others headed on to the Three Broomsticks. Blaise stayed where he was, next to Pansy. Crabbe and Goyle were still standing stupidly behind and on either side of Draco, like great overweight bats. They never did a thing unless ordered by name. "Crabbe, Goyle, with them." Draco pointed a long leather gloved finger at the retreating backs of Millie and another Slytherin. The two nodded jerkily and lumbered off after the others.

"So, oh Prince of Darkness," said Blaise, the only one who ever could get away with being cheeky to Draco. "what tortures are we visiting upon the lovely, if poorly clothed, Miss Weaselette?"

"Lovely!?! With that hair?" shrieked Pansy, with a bark of a laugh. The girl was pretty enough, until she opened her mouth. At that point you closed your eyes reflexively as you tried to block out the noise, so looks were no longer relevant.

"Pansy, I really don't understand why you hate her. When you can keep your mouth shut for two minutes together, you're just as pretty as she is." said Blaise.

"Your telling me, that she is prettier than me?!" she squared up to Blaise

"Only when you're talking. Now shut it. Draco, game plan please?" said Blaise smoothly.

Draco turned to them, and thought for a couple of seconds. "We can surround her, and see what we can pry out of the little Weasel. Why she's alone."

"It's because Pothead and Loony are on a double date the Weasely and the Mudblood," said Blaise. "If I heard correctly."

"Ah, well, making the red squirm and tell us herself, would be much more fun."

"I love the way you think Draco." said Pansy, simpering.

"Good merlin, Pans, why don't you just lick his boots already?" said Blaise disgustedly. The side of Draco's mouth curled up into a slight smile

They headed up the hill to where Ginny was standing, staring out at the Shrieking Shack in a way that said quite clearly she didn't see it at all. The sound of their boots crunching on the snow snapped her out of it and she turned around as they got to within ten feet of her. "Oh joy, it's Satan-in-training! And he broguht along his mini demons. What fun!" said Ginny, clapping her hands with a mock expression of joy.

" Weasel." Draco tutted, with a sigh. "All by yourself?"

"Six brothers, house the size of a closet, Malfoy m'dear. You've said it yourself. I'm enjoying the solitude." said Ginny carelessly.

He flicked his head to the sides slightly, in order to show Pansy and Blaise to move round. "Hmm, normally you'd be walking with Potter, or your excuse for a brother."

"They're on a date." said Ginny, as Blaise and Pansy circled round.

"And left you out all by yourself, so caring..."

"I wanted to come out here. The Three Broomsticks is extraordinarily noisy. Anyway, Satan, cronies, I'll be leaving now." she pushed past a fuming Pansy. Blaise was smirking. Sometimes he was fairly sure Ginevra Weasley was a Slytherin.

"Don't you push past me!" Pansy shrieked.

"Cool it, banshee girl," said Ginny snarkily. She disliked Draco, but she had to give him a certain amount of respect for his intelligence and his talent as a wizard. Pansy, however, was just a noisy, unpleasant leech. No talent, some of the worst grades in her year, and she was a bitch. Three strkes, she's out. In Ginny's book, she warranted no notice, let alone respect.

Draco snarled. "Do not push past her." he said icily and authoratively. Blaise was stood by his side.

"Malfoy, darling, fuck you." said Ginny, heading down the hill at a brisk pace. Draco malfoy was not in charge of her and he was not going to act like it either.

"Where do you think you are going?" he called after her, "Impedimentia." he said, his wand pointed at her back. She stopped suddenly. She stayed, frozen. Pansy cackled. Blaise went over to her, and picked her up with ease, facing her towards Draco.

Malfoy walked up to her, a menacing look in his eye. Pansy attached herself to his hand, wrapping it round her own waist. Draco didn't look like he cared a whole load. Ginny glared at him, not needing to move to show how much she detested him.

"Ah, at least you have stopped answering me back." said Draco smugly, as he came face to face with her. Pansy cackled, leaning further into Draco.

Ginny fixed Pansy with a hateful stare. The Impedimenta curse was starting to wear off. "Slag." she hissed, muffled as she could only move her mouth slowly.

"DRACO!" She screeched.

"What?" He replied turning to her with gritted teeth.

"SHE CALLED ME A SLAG!" Her shrill voice filled Dracos ears and he had to clap his hands over his ears whilst Pansy talked,

"Will you just shut up?"

Ginny chuckled, the curse wearing off enough for her to make a rather rude gesture at Pansy. She seemed fairly unpreturbed by the Slytherins today. She was in a good mood. Blaise couldn't help it. He snickered. Pansy glared at the dark haired boy.

Draco couldn't have cared less. "Pansy, let go of me." he snarled, his eyes fixed on the red head infront of him. No Slytherin ever ignored that voice. Well, except Blaise, but he was an exception to every rule. Pansy let go. She also stepped back a pace.

Draco glared at Ginny. "You do not to mess with me." he whispered dangerously. "We've been over this before."

Ginny put on an innocent face. "Remember, Drakie, darling, I'm stupid." said Ginny, in an obvious imitation of Pansy. Blaise started laughing. It was quite a good imitation.

"Shut up." said Draco, his eyes boring into hers.

"No." said Ginny. She ran down the hill, out of spell range.

"I'm going to rip that bitch's hair out." snapped Pansy.

Draco turned to her. "Pansy..."

"Draco, she kept calling me names." whined Pansy. Blaise had not stopped laughing.

"I don't care."

Pansy huffed and sotrmed off down the hill. The back of Ginny's red head could still be seen, bobbing up and down. Until she was attacked by a blur of blonde hair. "Cat fight!" said Blaise merrily.

"Urgh..." Draco briskly walked towards the blonde who had thrown herself at the unfortunate red head.

As it turned out, Pansy was the unfortunate one. She had only got three or so good punches in when Ginny pinned her. Pansy did not have the advantage of six brothers with whom she had scrapped since she could walk. Draco raised his wand. "Impedimenta!" He threw off again, hitting Ginny Square.

Her movements slowed almost to a stop. Pansy was still pinned, however.

Draco, flipped Ginny off of Pansy, and looked down at her, now she was free. Pansy looked up at him. She had a black eye and her lip was split. As the curse wore off, Ginny sat up. "She asked for it, Malfoy. She should know better than to muggle-fist-fight with a girl who has six brothers, all bigger than her." she got all the way up, brushing herself off. "You fight like a bloody girl, Parkinson. All slaps and hair pulling. Sad, very sad." Ginny had a red mark on her cheek and her stomach hurt where Pansy had punched her, but that was pretty much it.

Draco picked up the injured Pansy and sighed. "That was not clever." he said sternly to her, annoyance in his voice.

"She insulted me." pouted Pansy.

"You do the same thing to me, you hypocritical bitch." said Ginny, shaking her head. As Pansy attached herself to Draco, he shrugged her off. Blaise smirked at Ginny, who smirked back.

"Well, as nice as it was 'conversing' with all of you simply scintillating sinners, I'll be going now." said Ginny.

Draco's attention was bought back to Ginny. "Never touch Pansy again, or you'll have me, to answer to..." He snarled, for everything, Pansy was pretty much his grilfriend.

"You think I want to touch her? I probably have three viruses now. If she leaves me be, I'll never touch her again, Malfoy. Gryffindor's honor, and all that. Bye now." said Ginny. She walked away, going into the Three Broomsticks, shaking her head. Blaise shot an appreciative look after her. Draco saw it, and sharply thwacked his friend round the head.

"Ow, damn it, Draco, what the hell was that for?"

He shook his head. "Let's go." Pansy shot Blaise a nasty look and Draco a simpering smile.

"Yes Drakie dear," said Pansy sweetly. He looked at Pansy with a really uninterested smile on his face.

Blaise looked over at the Three Broomsticks, where a face was peeking out of a window. It disappeared behind a curtain with a flash of red. He smirked as the three Slytherins headed back to the castle.

Later that evening, the students were all in the great hall. Some were leaving as they had finished eating.

Ginny headed out of the hall, pushing her loose red hair back over one shoulder, out of her way. As she started down he corridor, that lead to the Gryffindor tower, Blaise stepped out from the shadows before her.

She arched an eyebrow. "Zabini, what do you want?"

"Wanted to congratulate you on that black eye you gave Pansy. She deserved it," he said, his low voice a pleasnat and charming sound.

"Wouldn't have done it if she didn't," said Ginny.

"Draco, is well and truely pissed about it. You ruined his plaything."

"He should train his playthings not to attack someone who can kick their arse." said Ginny matter-of-factly. "Or get a plaything who takes abuse better than that spoiled brat."

"He doesn't care much about Pansy. Its more of a one way thing. I think he's only in their so-called 'relationship' because shes a good lay." He shrugged.

"He's a Malfoy. They care about money and being the best." said Ginny, nostrils flaring in an annoyed manner. Her whole family disliked the Malfoys but she had a special, passioante sort of hatred for them. With good reason.

"People think that." Blaise replied. "But most of the time that's true."

"Only most of the time?" asked Ginny wryly.

Down the came Millicent. "Blaise, you do know if Draco sees you talking to her, he'll be pissed, right?" asked Millie, purely conversationally, ignoring Ginny completely.

"Yes," he simply replied, his eyes not moving from Ginny. "But he's not going to know or find out from anyone, is he..." he said to her.

"You know me Blaise. Big stupid and not much of talker," said Millie. She winked and walked away. Ginny blinked. She hadn't realized that Bulstrode was capable of coherent speech.

"Yes, most of the time. Other times, he cares about getting laid and on rare occasion, actually feels emotion."

"Zabini, was that Millicent Bulstrode or a figment of my imagination?"

"Millicent!"

"But... she was... Talking. And she winked.... I think I might be in shock."

"She is a person after all." He said raising an eyebrow at her.

"So are Crabbe and Goyle. Sort of."

"Good point." He smiled slightly

"Zabini, was there a point to intercepting me in the hall?"

" Well, I wanted to say I appreciated the fact you put Pansy in her place," said Blaise.

"Funny thing to appreciate, considering she's a fellow Slytherin. Anyway, Zabini, I can hear my brother coming. So, if you like your 'nads where they are, I'd leave. Fast." And indeed Ron was coming out of the great hall, towards them. Blaise nodded, and left in a flurry of black robes.

Ron glared as Blaise passed him. "Gin, what was he doing here?"

"Oh, just being a Slytherin."

Ron glared back after him. "He does anything to you, I swear I'll kill him..."

Gin rolled her eyes. "Good luck in Azkaban, Ronniekins."

"Hush you..." He scorned fondly, before moving on, and along the corridor. Ginny followed him down the hall. They both silently made there way to the common room. "See ya later, Gin." Ron said before he clamboured up the boys stair case.

"Night!" Ginny called after him. Then she left again. She hadn't wanted Ron to follow her. She wanted a bath. So, she headed to the prefect's bathroom. The castle wasn't overly busy that evening, only a few people saw her headed there.

When she got there she murrmured the password. Stepping inside she smiled. She looked around. There was the huge shower hidden over in a corner, with it's six shower heads. "I think I'll take a shower instead..." she murmured quietly. She shucked off her clothes and stepped into the shwoer, turning on the hot water and pulling the huge glass door to the shower closed. She took her showers at odd hours to be able to take loooong, hot showers, as much as she wanted.

"We've just been introduced, I do not know you well, but when the music started soemthing drew me to your side. So many men and girls, are in each other's arm, it made me think, we might be, similarly occupied. Shall we dance? Bum bum bum. On a bright cloud of music shall we fly? bum bum bum...." Ginny warbled the song to herself happily as she shampooed her hair. She knew the song because she had spent a week during the summer with Hermione, during which they had barely slept and had watched many old musicals, which hermione loved. She ahd gotten Ginny addicted and they were trying to work out a way they could get a muggle TV to work on Hogwarts grounds.

Suddenly the door opened, and Pansy slid into the room.

"Shall we then say goodnight and mean goodbye? Bum bum bum.... Or perchance, bum bum bum, when the last little star has left the sky, bum bum bum, shall we still be together with our arms around each other and shall you be my new, romance?" Ginny asked the thin air, in her own vaguely pleasant, slightly off-key warble.

"I bloody hope not!" Came the all to familiar shrill screechy voice of the Slytherin girl.

Ginny practically fell out of the shower, grabbing a towel. "Goddamn it, Pansy! it's not like the normal bathrooms. You have to KNOCK! And... You're not even a prefect! Get... Get out!" her eyes narrowed. "How'd you even get the password?! What're you meeting Malfoy here for a mid-evening shag?"

Pansy's eyes narrowed, annoyed, "Shut up."

"Ten points from Slytherin for breaking into the prefect's bathroom and being stupid enough to get caught. Get out." snapped ginny, turning around. The towel slipped down a bit and Pansy saw a huge white scar between her shoulder blades.

"I didn't break in, and what, pray tell, is that hideous scar down your back?

"You came in, and you're not a prefect. And none of your fucking business." she pulled the towel further up, till just the tip of the scar peeked out above the towel.

"I have been given permisison to come in here." Draco had given her the password, and Ginny had been very right about why she was there. "I don't give a damn. You didn't knock. And it really doesn't make a difference if you have permission, you're not allowed in here." Most people would have just left. But Ginny wasn't most people. Besides, she hated haivng her showers interrupted. And ahving her back seen. And Pansy had done both.

"Whatever Weasley." She said, a glare directed at her. "So what's the scar about?"

"Unless you want that other eye purple too, Parkinson, you'll lay off. Malfoy's coming here, right?" asked Ginny as she reached into the shower and turned the shower off. "You do realize, Parkinson, that when he walks in here, I'll have sufficent knowledge to take you both to Dumbledore for unwholesome activity?" Ginny grabbed a robe that was hanging and pulled it on, letting the towel drop from under it once the robe was closed. "Lucky for you I really don't care. But don't you interrupt my showers any more Parkinson. I don't like it." Pansy just stared at her indignantly. The blonde now had a healthy fear of Ginny. Ginny grabbed the towel and shook her hair down, wrapping it up, turban style.

Draco walked (well, prowled) in. Ginny arched an eyebrow at him. "Have fun, Malfoy. Oh, and, pick a new place or a new time. Otherwise I might have to mess your girlfriend's face up more." she left, the door slamming behind her.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow at her as she left. He shrugged.

"Draco, she was SINGING to herself. And she has a huge scar down her back." hissed Pansy maliciously, smirking. She did not like Ginny Weasley at all.

"Oh no, scandle, Weaslette was singing to herself." He said monotonously.

"She also has the ugliest scar I have ever seen." said Pansy, looking hurt.

"A scar?" asked Draco, being a little more interested, just to stop that goddamned annoying look she kept smearing across her face.

Pansy nodded, "A huge, ugly white scar between her shoulderbales. She wouldn't tell where she'd gotten it from."

Draco twined his arms around her. "Hmmm, will probably be able to get it out of her someway.." Pansy smirked. Draco raised an eyebrow at her. Normally by now she'd have thrown herself at him.

She leaned up and kissed him. "Mmmmmm... Draco..."

"Yess?" He hissed, kissing her back.

"I love you..." she whispered without thinking, then pulled back, eyes wide. Ooooops.

Draco's brow furrowed. "What?"

"Nothing." she squeaked.

"Repeat yourself.." said Draco, letting go of her.

"Ummm... Take me?"

Draco was sure she hadn't said that. "Don't lie..." He stepped back from her, anger etched into his face.

"Nothing Draco." said Pansy.

"You said... 'I love you', didn't you..."

"Yes."

Draco looked at her coldly. "Why?"

"Just... did...." Draco left the room, completely freaked by the fact she had done that.

Pansy sighed and sat down on the floor to cry.

The next day was Saturday. Ginny threw on her too-small jeans and her father's old jumper. The one she had taken the day before she went off to Hogwarts for the first time, because she had never been away from her family before. She shoved her hair carelessly into a messy bun, held up by a quill and headed downstairs. As she walked into the great hall she shoved her sleeves up above her elbows and folded the ends under. They wouldn't have stayed up otherwise. All the elastic was long gone from the wrists.

As she looked up to see the usual gangs and groups of people dotted around the hall, something she saw was slightly odd. Draco and Pansy were sitting separately, yes, separately. Ginny cocked an eyebrow and blinked. Interesting.

Pansy was being quietly talked to by some of her friends. She looked far from happy. Draco was scowling at the table. The only person that could get near him, it seemed, was Blaise.

Ginny shrugged and walked over to sit down at her usual place, beside Hermione.

Blaise was boredly leaning on the table, watching the group of girls fuss over Pansy. Ginny ate quickly, getting up and heading out of the room. She had prefect duties. Besides which, today she was finding the way Harry stared so starry-eyed at Luna more annoying than usual. The way he would keep missing his mouth with his fork because he couldn't stop staring at the blonde Ravenclaw. It made surpression close to impossible, and she needed to get away.

Blaise watched her leave, and got up. Malfoy was to busy off in a mood with Pansy and himself to care or even notice for that matter.

Ginny marched down the hall towards the library. She'd 'patrol' there. Blaise silently follwed her along.

"Blind as bat, glasses obviously don't work, all she had to do- I spent years, can't understand," muttered Ginny raggedly under her breath. She sighed and stopped. "This is incredibly stupid," she told herself firmly. Blaise tapped her on the shoulder lightly, and stopped. Slytherins had a strage way of moving very very quietly.

Jumping a foot into the air, Ginny turned, clutching her chest. "Merlin's bleeding testicles, Zabini, don't sneak up like that!"

"Sorry. And, It's Blaise." He said, linking his hands loosely behind his back.

Ginevra arched an eyebrow at him. "Does your leader in pain and suffering know that we're on first name terms, Blaise?"

"No, he doesn't and if he finds out, he'll probably castrate me with a pair of blunt scissors." Ginny giggled helplessly, imagining a naked Blaise being chased around by Draco, who was waving a pair of rusty old scissors around in the air and yelling 'revenge for this betrayal will be had!'. Blaise grinned as she did, one of his best Debonair smiles.

"Are you trying to charm me, Mister Zabini?" asked Ginny, cocking her head to one side.

"Would you object?" said Blaise, leaning on the wall, his hands casually in his pockets, black hair swept back slightly.

"Everyone else would."

"Their problem, not ours," he shrugged, watching her face as she spoke.

"Then no, I don't. But good luck, I don't charm easy."

"Ah, I've heard."

"I'll just bet you have. Tsk tsk, imagine, a Slytherin listening to gossip about a Gryffindor. Just where does the shock end?"

Blaise curled the side of his mouth into an amused smile. "Mmm, a shock indeed..."

"I have to go. They're starting to come out of the great hall. Bye, and good luck with the seduction of that gorgeous redhead." she grinned, turned and left.

"I don't need it," he grinned back. "Bye!" he called. He winked just before she turned away. If there was one thingBlaise liked, he did like a challenge.

Ginny wandered into the library. Thinking about Blaise turned her thoughts to Slytherin in general and then to pansy parkinson in particular. She did not want akward questions about her scar. No one knew about it but the healers at St. Mungos. Not her brothers, or her parents. No body. Except for Pansy Parkinson. And now, she was willing to bet, Draco Malfoy.

A few students meandered in with scrolls of parchement under their arms and bookbags holding there homeowrk in, slung over one shoulder. They ignored her pretty much and set about to work. Ginny shook her head. She had done her homework all on Friday night when she got back from Hogsmeade. She never had understood the idea behind procrastination.

The door to the library creaked open once again, and Pansy appeared. Ginny rolled her eyes, continuing to survey the library for rule breaking.

Pansy sideled up to her, and with a smirk said. "Weasly, scarring, oooops, I mean scaring the poor first years again?"

"Yep. Can't you tell? I'm imitating the Giant squid." said Ginny, referring to her huge green sweater and messy hair, the latter of which resembled tentacles.

Pansy raised an eyebrow at her. "Freak." she said shrilly.

"Really, Parkinson, one would think you could come up with better insults," said Ginny sadly, shaking her head. "After all you are screwing, oooops, I mean seeing, the Slytherin wit." Pansy placed a hand on her hip and glared.

"Parkinson, if you have soemthing to say, say it, if you don't, beat it."

"Where'd the scar come from?" Ginny ignored her.

"Weasel, where'd you get it?"

"Ten points from Slytherin for bothering an on-duty prefect, Parkinson. Goodnight, find someone else to terrorize." With that, Ginny exited the library.

Pansy was going to get it out of her somehow. She just had to form a plan.