You May Be Right

A/N This is a collaboration with my best friend Nikki Flinn. There are two parts to this story and I'm writing the Ginny/Blaise part of this one. Nikki is writing the Hermione/Draco part called The Meaning Of War

Chapter One

Friday Night I Crashed Your Party...

Ginny laughed gracefully at something Lavender said. She had no idea what the twat had said, but judging by her look, it was something that required a titter if nothing else. Ginny excused herself and quickly sought out Hermione.

"Gods, why did I invite her?"

Hermione smiled. "Because she's dating your brother. She would have found out some how."

"Yeah, half the bloody school has." Ginny muttered.

"And she would have told Ron." Hermione finished

Ginny winced. "Yeah. Not what I need."

Hermione looked at Ginny. For some one who was turning sixteen in less than half an hour, Ginny looked pretty miserable.

"Come on, Gin. Cheer up. Look, play a game."

Ginny smiled. "Thanks Mione, but what game? Can't play much with all girls."

"Yeah that does leave out the best. Spin the bottle."

"Although, Hannah Abbot and Meagan Jones wouln't seem to mind that."

Hermione swung around to look at the coupl in question. Indeed the girls looked a bit too close to each other to be just friends.

"How bout Truth or Dare?" Hermione suggested in a weak voice after Hannah skillfully removed a jelly bean from Meagan's belly button with her tongue.

"Has possibility." Ginny sighed and poured herself another cup of punch. "Wish we could have music. There aren't any guys to dance with, but it would be fun."

Hermione smiled. "I might be able to help." She held up a stack of CDs.

Ginny smiled. "Nice try Hermione, but you know as well as I do that Muggle technology doesn't work here."

Hermione's smile turned to a grin. "That's what you think."

She skillfully tossed a CD into the air. She drew her wand and froze it there. She spoke a spell and the CD began to spin faster. Suddenly the sweet sounds of All That Jazz filled the room. The girls stopped talking. They stared at the CD then started to dance. Ginny grinned and hugged her best friend.

"Thanks Mione!"

After several songs, Hermione announced she was headed to kitchen.

"Do you want me to come?" Ginny asked.

Hermione shook her head. "It's your party. You shouldn't have to cater it."

Ginny was about to protest when Cecelia Rouso nudged her shoulder. "Nice party, Ginny."

Cecelia was easily one of the top heart throbs of Ginny's year. She was a bit odd and Ginny often wondered why she had been put in Slytherin instead of Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, where Ginny thought she would better be suited. Cecelia was a Metamorphus like Tonks. She had less restraint on her power than Tonks did. As a result her appearance was subject to change at the slightest provacation.

For to night her hair was waist lenght and dark green. Her eyes were bright silver, advertising her Slytheriness. She hadn't learned how to change more physical features like her face structure, so she wore the ever present pixie like face.

For reasons Ginny couldn't hope to fathom, Cecelia liked her. The two girls got along insanely well, which made interhouse projects easy for the pair. Cecelia was a devil when crossed and not even Snape could bring himself to separate the pair.

Tagging behind, like a blond shadow, was Luna Lovegood. Ginny had to wonder about Luna. Luna liked Cecelia, but you always had to wonder if she liked her like that.

"Thanks Cecelia. Hope you're having fun."

Cecelia grinned and consulted her wrist watch. "Almost time, Gin girl."

Ginny was about to reply, when the door to the room opened. Ginny spun, wondering what Hermione was doing back so soon. Only it wasn't Hermione. It was Blaise Zabini.

Blaise could quite possibly have any girl in the school. He was rich. Not so much as Malfoy, but decently well off. He was handsome, again not so much as Draco, but his was a dark and mysterious beauty. He was much more civil than Draco, in any case.

However, Blaise seemed to have it out for Ginny. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that when he had asked her to the Yule ball, she had laughed at him. How was she to know he was serious? Honestly.

Ginny was not to be cowed. Not now. Not so near her birthday. She stalked up to him, even as the music stopped.

"What do you want Zabini?"

He calmly surveyed the scene. "Nice party. Why wasn't I invited?"

Ginny placed one hand on her hips. "This is a girl's only party."

"Really?" He glanced around. "So why is Millicent here?"

Millicent Bullstrode blushed scarlet. Ginny refused to let him take it out on the other girl.

"Just because some girls look more masculine than you, doesn't mean you have to take out your insecurities about your sexual orientation on them."

Despite his best attempt, a slight blush colored his aristocratic cheeks.

"Watch what you say, little Weasel."

"Why? Afraid Draco may decide he doesn't like boys after all? Wonder who will provide those sexual favors for you if he goes straight?"

Blaise leaned close to her and she had to resist stepping back. He smelled really good.

"Maybe some of your dear friends could. That little Mudblood would be just fine.."

Ginny's right cross silenced what else he might have said. He staggered back into the hall and Ginny followed him. He bent forward as he hit the wall and Ginny's left knee came up into his face, breaking his nose. He snapped up. Ginny spun around, bringing one foot out and planting it on his neck. Though she was barefoot, she applied just the right amount of pressure.

"Listen up, Zabini. Cause I'm only gonna say it once. You mess with any of my friends, you'll have me to answer to. And so you know I have a lot of friends. Most of your year and most of mine. So I'd be real careful if I were you."

She let him go and went to rejoin the party for the last three minutes of her fifteenth year.