Disclaimer: I'll only do it once... I do not own... Harry Potter.
A.n: The chapters won't always be from Blaise's point of view... actually, i think, only a few of them will be... The rest will be from Draco's... Maybe even a few of Ginny's POV. But most Draco's.
The seventh year Slytherin walked down the corridors, his shaggy yet silky dark brown hair falling infront of his face, casting his eyes into shadows . His dark hazel eyes which had flecks of gold shifted from side to side as he strutted down the center of the main corridor, not bothering to step out of the way of others, but rather he had others step out of the way for him. To their scowls, he gave them a cold glare. To their muttered remarks, he gave a comeback in a low but clear voice directly to their faces.
This was Blaise Zabini. 'Understudy' of Draco Malfoy. If Draco Malfoy wasn't here, or even in a younger year, Blaise would no doubt be the prince of ice, the prince of Slytherin. The prince of all things 'bad'. He was the student that no one from another house wanted to cross. It wasn't a difficult thing to do- offend Blaise. He was very defensive, ready to snap you at any moment, and though everyone hated to admit it- quite a fine fighter. As they all witnessed, or heard about, Blaise had very much bruised up a Ravenclaw last week.
He took a deep breath in as he rolled up his sleeve to reveal his golden wristwatch. It was ten to 1 in the after noon. The Slytherin quidditch team had practice in an hour. Blaise let the breath out slowly through his nostrils as he lifted his eyes to the large oak doors. He had needed some fresh air all day. With his mind made up of what to do, Blaise pushed open the large oak doors. The sudden gust blew his Slytherin robe all out of order, and blew the hair away from his face.
Blaise walked down the stone steps onto the wet grounds. The surprizingly small amount of snow they got from the winter had began to melt, a few puddles were scattered across the grounds. He walked on the path, which had only a tiny amount of mud mixed in, his hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his open robe. Since it was the weekend, he wore normal clothes. Baggy pants, and a black turtleneck sweater which only caused his skin to look pale, and cause his hair and eyes to darken in shade.
Only a handful of other students were scattered across the ground. But a certain somebody caught his attention. A red-headed girl sat on a large stone. Her red hair looked soft and fell only a couple inches past her shoulder. Her eyes, which he could easily see where a chocolate brown, were focused on the pages of a book in her lap. Her skin was fair, a few freckles placed in the perfect places. She was only a few yards away from him.
He had known she had been going to Hogwarts for six years now... Always one year below him. She was a Weasley, but for the moment, the Slytherin wasn't concerned with it. Blaise tilted his head to the side slighty, carefully watching her. He wet his lips, trying to remember her name. He knew it was somethiny that began with a G... Gre- Gi- Ginny. Ginerva Weasley...
Blaise smirked to himself. He knew who he wanted as his new girlfriend... Miss Ginerva Weasley. Yes, she was aGryffindor but Blaise was sure that he could turn her around...
She lifted her eyes to him, and for a few moments they held eye contact. Blaise was gazing in a dreamlike way, the classic smirk on his lips. Ginny was staring at him with a questioning look. "What are you looking at" She asked suddenly.
Blaise said nothing , but glanced down to his watch again- 1:15. He'd go back inside, get ready for practice, and get a quick snack... He looked up to her and gave her a slight wave with his hand, then turned away. Blaise briskly made his way back to the castle, his Slytherin robe billowing behind him.
His mind was made up. Blaise Zabini wanted Ginny Weasley as his girlfriend... No matter what it took.