Her blazing red hair hung loosely across her shoulders, curling slightly at the ends. Her pale skin glowed in the bright sun, showing her toned body, lean from many Quidditch games. He couldn't stop drinking her in, taking in her her features as if they were completely new to him. Her warm, chocolate eyes lit up as she laughed at something her friend had said. She was gorgeous. No, scratch that, she was bloody perfect.

Unfortunately, she was a blood traitor. A Weasley. It's almost as bad as being a Muggleborn.

And still, he couldn't bring himself to care. She looked up, her brown eyes piercing his own mocha-colored ones. He blushed uncharacteristically and looked away quickly. He couldn't let her know what he was thinking. He could never let her know how he felt.

"Oh blimey, sorry," the girl said as she accidently brushed his shoulder. He looked up and found himself rendered speechless.

"Right, it's just you," she snapped, realizing who she had run into. He shook himself mentally and pulled on his best scathing glare.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch me, Weasley," he responded rudely. He winced when he saw her disgusted expression, her hateful glare directed towards him.

"Fuck you, Zabini," she replied before turning on her heel and stalking away. Her long hair swished back and forth against her back as she walked. He waited for her to turn the corner before swearing and kicking the wall angrily.

"Dammit, Blaise!" he exclaimed. He leaned against the wall, pressing his forehead onto its cold surface.

"Dammit," he whispered sorely.

"Blaise, are you okay? You seem kind of…preoccupied lately," Draco asked his friend a few days later. Blaise rubbed his forehead tiredly and sighed.

"I'm fine. Just stressed. I'm not really looking forward to going home for the holidays," he responded. Draco pulled on his best sympathetic expression (an expression akin to constipation).

"Sorry, mate," he said before standing to leave.

"Not your fault," he responded as his best friend walked out of the room.

He sighed and tried not to watch as she kissed Dean Thomas deeply. It was hard. Transfiguration had never been his favorite subject and sitting in the library, studying for some stupid test wasn't going to change that. Or help distract him from the Gryffindor couple a few tables away.

"You love her, don't you?" a light voice asked behind him. He swore and turned around to see Luna Lovegood standing there, watching him.

"Fuck off, Loony," he snapped.

"You could just tell her," she said quietly.

"There's nothing to tell," he responded shortly.

"I don't believe you." He turned around, facing his back to her.

"I don't care."

"You're the one that's missing out. Risk is always part of a relationship. If you don't risk anything then you're not even worth it." Blaise spun around to face her, fury written across his features.

"You think I don't know that?" he hissed angrily. "You think I don't realize that I will never be worthy of her? Because I do! And that's why I'm not willing to risk anything! Now fuck off!" She smiled at him slightly and patted his hand comfortingly.

"You're not a robot after all," she said before walking away.

He spun around the corner and stopped shortly. Ginny Weasley and Dean Thomas were standing there arguing loudly. He quickly stepped into the shadows, still unnoticed. He watched as she waved her arms angrily and yelled at him.

"You treat like I'm some fine piece of china or something like that, and I'm not, Dean! Okay? I'm not! I am a human being! I am a perfectly capable human being! I am not fragile!"

"Look, Ginny, I just don't want to lose you!"

"Well if you continue trying to keep me glued to your side you are going to lose me! Got it?"

"Come on, you're blowing this way out of proportion!" Even from his far away spot, Blaise could tell he'd said the wrong thing.

"Go. Go away, now."

"Ginny, come on!"

"GO AWAY, DEAN! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" He looked at her carefully then shook his head and sighed.

"Fine." He turned and walked away, his footsteps fading down the corridor. He watched as she slid down the wall and curled to the floor, resting her head on her knees. It was only a mere matter of seconds before he heard the sound of her softly crying. Before he could talk himself out of it, he stepped out of the darkness and cleared his throat. Her head shot up and she stared at him. Her eyes were red-rimmed and leaking small tears. She sniffled and tried to muster up a glare.

"What do you want?" He walked over and sat down next to her, close but not touching.

"You shouldn't cry," he said quietly.

"Why not? Makes me seem weak?"

"Because he's not worth it." She looked up at him and sniffled again.

"What do you know?" she snapped.

"I know that you're smart. You're beautiful and you're stubborn. You're bold, brave, and confident. You're kind and understanding. You're a good person. You're beautiful. He doesn't deserve you." She looked at him carefully.

"Do you really mean any of that?"

"Yes. I mean all of it. Why I'm telling you, I don't know. But I do mean it." She smiled at him gratefully.

"Thank you," she whispered.

She was alone. It was the first time he'd seen her alone since that day in the corridor. They'd made eye contact a few times but he'd made a point to avoid her for a while. He'd allowed himself to get too close to her that day. It'd been two weeks.

She cocked her head sideways and raised an eyebrow. Merlin, she was stunningly gorgeous. Before he could do anything she began to walk away, headed towards the fourth floor corridor that was almost always empty. He shouldn't follow her. He really shouldn't. It would result in a situation too much like the last one. He couldn't handle that. He really shouldn't follow her.

Bloody hell, he couldn't help himself. He quickened his pace, hoping nobody would see him as he did what he was beckoned. By a blood traitor, no less.

He turned the corner and stopped suddenly. The corridor was empty.

"Weasley?" he whispered hesitantly. She stepped out from behind a curtain and laughed.

"Hey, Zabini," she said, her eyes bright. "Why haven't you talked to me?" He snorted and fixed her with a cynical stare.

"As if you don't know. I'm a Slytherin. You are not."

"Wow, that clears up everything," she replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

"What did you expect? I'd send you a letter and we'd find some clandestine meeting place?"

"Maybe an occasional 'hi' would suffice," she snapped.

"Considering the fact that you're a Gryffindor I doubt that would ever happen."

"But you can talk to Luna Lovegood?" she asked him skeptically.

"Who told you about that?" He questioned anxiously.

"Nobody. I saw you."

"I was trying to get her to leave me alone."

"You were talking to her."

"To get her to go away."

"To talk to her." He glared at her and she laughed, watching him with a smile.

"What is so secret that Blaise Zabini has to confide in Luna Lovegood?" she asked teasingly.

"I wasn't confiding in her! I was telling her to go away!"

"Yeah, when you were done confiding in her," she replied quickly.

"I hate you." Oh, what a lie.

"No you don't. You hate that I have you figured out."

"Hardly."

"I broke up with Dean," she said abruptly, changing the subject. He glanced at her, trying not to show his happiness over this news. He wasn't supposed to be happy. In all honesty, he wasn't supposed to care.

"I like you, Zabini. Against my better judgment and everything I've done to avoid it, it happened. I like you." He stared at her in shock, barely able to register the words he was hearing.

"Holy shit."

"Well, that's not really the reaction I was going for, but I guess it'll work."

"Sorry, Weasley, I'm just…"

"…Not that into me. I get it. It's cool." She turned to walk away but he stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

"I'm just surprised. Never finish somebody else's sentences. You don't know what they're going to say," he told her, surprising even himself with his honesty. She turned to look at him.

"And…?" she asked hesitantly. He shrugged.

"And, I like you too. I just don't know what we can do about it." She offered him a big grin.

"Who cares? It's enough to know you feel the same for now."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Positive."

A/N Hello, my lovely readers! Well, color me surprised when this fiction popped into my head. Here I am, writing away at my Sirius/Lily and then BAM inspiration hits! For Blaise/Ginny. Oh the irony. Anyhoos, I don't know if I'm going to make this a one-shot or continue it. I guess I'll wait and see what kind of response I get. So please please please review. It's really super important. Although, if inspiration hits again I won't really care if you want me to continue or not, I just will. I guess that's a pretty good cliffhanger to continue from. You know what? This is the longest chapter or one-shot I've EVER written! I'm kinda super proud of myself :)) Alrighty, I'm gonna stop rambling. Let me hear your thoughts!

~Rebecca~