N/A I do now own anything by J.K. Rowling.
I will in some chapters lightly/creatively copy some of Rowling's work. So if anything comes in line with the book, don't be displeased. However this is in third person but won't have anything to do with Harry, Ron or Hermione's Point of Views. This is a Blaise and Ginny relationship, with eventually a Ginny-Draco friendship.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Blaise Zabini wasn't one to make things what they seem. He was one of the quieter of the sixth year Syltherins. Most of the time, kept to himself. Never said much in class, never said much at all. Rumors flew around second year that he was known friend with Draco Malfoy. Which ended up being confirmed that they were not, as people watched. What people saw and what people heard, were two very different things. Yes, Blaise was friend with Draco, only not as everyone pictured them. They rarely hung-out in the Great Hall, on Hogwarts grounds even in the Slytherin common room. They most people saw them together was in there own Dorm, and that was only because they shared it with the rest of the sixth year boys. They were friends, however. Blaise knew Draco since they were three. They used to play at least once a week together before Hogwarts. Then the fight had happened the July before Blaise even gotten his Hogwarts letter. It was known in the Wizarding World that Mrs. Malfoy and Mrs. Zabini were close friends, until the day Mrs. Malfoy mentioned Blaise's father. That was the last day the boys got to play together, the next time Blaise saw Draco was on the Hogwarts express talking to Crabb and Goyle.

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Blaise rarely got owls, yet today was one of those odd days when there was a black owl sitting outside his, well Luciano Conti's window. Groaning, Blaise go off the bed he was reading on to open up the window. Taking the letter and feeding the poor owl a treat Blaise sat back down on the bed.

Blaise,

Look, I know we haven't been on what you could say talking terms. Good terms, sure.

I think not only have I found out who killed your father, but the rest I really can't write you in the letter.

I would like to meet up on the train. It's important.

Draco.

'Draco,' Blaise thought shaking the dark curly hair he had let grow over the last couple of months. Blaise was impressed with Draco's information, but he knew that there somehow had to be a catch. Still, Blaise wrote a reply, saying that he in fact would meet him on the Express at 11:30 in his usual compartment.

Sighing, Blaise tried to get back to the book he was trying to read, before being interrupted by Draco's letter. Failing yet again when he could hear a pair of little foot steps outside 'his' bedroom door. He smiled to himself, Laying the book down on his chest and pretending to nap, as a little tan hand pushed open the door.

"Blaise," a little girls voice called out.

"Shh, Maddie. Blaise sleepin'," Morgana whispered laying a small tan finger to her lips.

"No, Mo. Blaise sneaky." Maddalena giggled, pointed at the small smile gracing Blaises' lips. Grabbing at the black comfortable pulling herself onto 'his' queen bed. "Come on Maddie," she giggled again. Sitting on the bed, cross legged next to Blaise she gave a smirk, defiantly Slytherin worthy one day. Leaning over him she poked his nose, waiting for movement.

"Maddie, Addie." Morgana warned, hearing the bigger footsteps in the hall. Maddelena's face lit up as she lunged at Blaise sitting on his stomach.

"Oomph" Blaise made when Maddelena's small body impacted his stomach.

"See! Mo! Blaise is up," she giggled to her twin as the sound came out of Blaise. Blaise couldn't help it anymore he started laughing at his little sisters. His hands moved fast grabbing Maddalena around the waist flipping over and started to tickle her. "Stop! Blaise!" Maddalena giggled.

"There you two are, I've looked through this whole house for you. " Adele stated with a hit of anger in her voice.

"Addie. They are fine. Quit your worrying. It really doesn't suit you." Blaise muttered at his oldest sister.

"We'll you aren't the one having to watch all the younger children are you." Adele bit back.

"I could and would if I was asked. You of all people should know that Adele. " Blaise retorted.

"How very Slytherin of you, Blaise. Only helping if there was a catch." Adele looked pointedly at him, walking closer. "I am grateful that I didn't land myself in Slytherin" She bit at him again.

"So am I, dearest sister. You wouldn't fit quiet right in the Dungeon's." Blaise loosely stated.

"And why would that be?" Adele asked in anger. "That I'm only half a sister to you since I don't share the same last name as you. I'm a Ricci, Zabini. Get. Over. It." she started to scream at him.

"Addie, that's not what I meant." Blaise whispered moving to sitting on the bed.

"Then what did you mean by it. huh?" Adele's defensives reached its target.

"I meant that you were always the smarter one, more carefree one. Ravenclaw suits you Addie. It always has." Blaise stated looking his sister straight in the eye. Adele just stared at him for at least a minute before grabbing Morgana's and Maddelena's hands pulling them from his room. Before closing his door.

"Blaise?" Adele stated.

"Yeah?"

"Don't forget to pack, Mother said we leave for the train at 10." She stated and with a smile she was gone.

Blaise's family grew considerably since he started school. During his first year his mother fell pregnant her third time, and right after he started his second year he was graced with two new sisters. Then, is when the twins father died, Carlo Costa. Blaise's mother still won't tell him the whole story of his death, much like the death of his own father. His mother wasn't one for Children, unless they were girls. Blaise never understood why that was, but after his first year most of her new husbands didn't even notice him. Of course they knew that he was there., but showing that they knew didn't happen often. After, Carlo died he wasn't sure if his mother would marry again. Much to his belief she did. Over this very past summer he was graced with three step-siblings, and a new father he didn't care for at all.

Breakfast at the Conti Manor, was quiet. Extremely quiet for ten people that were sitting in the dining room. His mother was the one to break the silence.

"Dears grab anything you think you forgot for school. Blaise, Adele, and Corrado we leave in fifteen."

Corrado was Blaise's only 'Brother', if anyone would even want to call him that. Corrado was an Conti, and that was something over the summer Blaise learned to hate. Fortunately, it was a great thing that any of the Conti children didn't look like him, or his sibblings, so unless he told someone, no one would know that they were now related.

Standing in front of the Red Hogwarts Express for the sixth time, Blaise just stared. Hogwarts was his actually home. No mansion, or manor could change that for him. It wasn't like he had a real room to call his, since his mother always moved one of the newest husbands mansions or houses.

"You feel the same way about it." Adele stated meeting up to him. Blaise inclined his head to look at her and gave her a soft smile. "Ah, there's Emily. I'll meet up with you later big brother, write me since we never do cross many paths at school." She smiled running over and grasping her friend in a hug. Blaise gave her a nod and a soft smile before pulling his trunk behind him to join Anna Warrington, the only person sorted into Slytherin he considered a friend, even though she was a seventh year.

"Blaise!" A female voice yelled jumping up from staring out the window of the Express.

"Anna!' He yelled back in mock annoyance.

"Not funny, my dear." She gave him a friendly smile. "Sit. Tell me of your summer." Blaise did what she, sitting across from him.

"Well..." he began, before he got cut off by a brunette fourth year at the door.

"Brother dearest," the boy drawled. "Father asked me to deliver this to you. Told me to tell you it's "important" and that if you need help with anything, to let me know. Don't need my gracious help, you dirty Slytherin. Got it." Corrado growled shoving the envelope at him, giving Blaise a glare and walked away from the compartment door, closing it hard as he left.

"Take it your mother got married." Anna stated with a slightly amused look on her face. Blaise was still staring at the door. Thinking over what just happened, none of the Conti children said a word to him the whole time he was at Conti manor. He was surprised the kid even came to look for him. None the less Blaise heard his friend and laughed lightly at her comment.

"Yes, in fact. That would be Corrado Conti, he's a fourth year Hufflepuff. I'm starting to wonder what the sorting hat was thinking."

"Yeah, well he has some sort of grudge against you." Anna told him glancing at the door herself as the train finally began to move.

"How about your summer, Anna?" Blaise stated changing the subject.

"Eh, probably not as exciting, Went to Egypt to stay at my mum's." Anna shrugged. "Same as every summer since my Grandmother won't let us into her house anymore.

"Sorry to bring that up," Blaise laughed. Looking to the left of him out of the compartment window, he watched the trees fly by for a few minutes before starting up conversation back up with Anna. See Anna wasn't the talkative type if she didn't have to or no one talked to her first. "How does it feel to finally be a Seventh year?"

"A relief in a sort. It however is actually quiet scary, even." Anna answered, looking out at the window.

"Anna, I'm sorry to say this, but I have to meet Draco at 11:30. I don't mean to sound rude..." Blaise began to trail off.

"You need me to leave for awhile, and that you will come find me when you're done?" Anna finished her sentence for him. Blaise nodded. "Don't be afraid to ask such things Blaise, you know I understand." Anna smiled grabbing her side along bag and walked out of the compartment, giving Blaise a wave.

"Was the Anna Warrington, I just saw leaving your compartment." Draco drawled.

"It was, and it wasn't anything like you are making it sound to be." Blaise stated, crossing his ankle over his knee cap looking at the blond as he sat across from him. "Draco, you look stressed." Blaise observed out loud.

"Well, one shall look stressed when they are?" Draco retorted, it was really more of a question than a statement on his part.

"Thought you were the best at hiding emotions?" Blaise stated. Draco sighed.

"Blaise you and I, both know that that award goes to you., but we can let everyone else believe that it's me. I guess we shall get to business. I got a half hour before Pansy starts hunting me down.

"We both don't want that." Blaise smirked, feeling slightly sorry for Draco. "So what do you know about my father, and what the catch."

"For once Blaise there's nothing too dramatic and unnecessary for the catch. As for your father, I intercepted a letter for my mother, after father was arrested. It was from Bernardo Conti, I for one have never heard of the family, but apparently my mother has been in contact with this man since we were quite small. It mentions of a mad of Pardo, which from the letter was Bernardo's brother. The letter states that the Dark Lord was the one to make the hit on your father. Pardo Conti was the one who actually yelled the spell. It didn't say much more than that." Draco shrugged, telling Blaise everything that he knew.

"Hmm..." was the sound that came out of Blaise's mouth at the end of Draco's story. "Draco, are you aware that my mother remained this summer?"

"No, and what does that have to do with anything." Draco gave Blaise a 'what are you talking about' glare.

"She married Luciano Conti, so if Pardo, in fact killed my father. I am now related to him." Blaise sighed. Draco actually gave a look of sympathy in Blaise's direction. "So what exactly does this catch involve." Blaise changed the subject.

"It involves, that no matter what happens this year." Draco started to say but sighed turning his head to look out the window. "You won't look down upon me. Pity me, or give me any sympathy." Blaise looked at Draco, sighing himself. "Sure, I had a feeling something like this might happen." Blaise gave Draco a half smile. Draco nodded his head towards Blaise as an acceptance to their agreement and a farewell as he stroll out of the compartment.

Blaise stuffed his tan hands into his pockets and moved his way out of the compartment in search for Anna. To Blaise's amusement at the end of the coach stood Draco Malfoy yelling at a equally angry Ginerva Weasley.

"Get out of my way!" Ginerva yelled.

"And why shouldn't I dock points? I am a prefect. Ah you're a Blood traitor and know nothing about nothing." he yelled back.

"You slimy, git!" She yelled pulling out her wand the same time as him shoving it in his face.

"Miss Weasley, Mr. Malfoy. I am fairly certain, that this behavior is not tolerated. Detention tomorrow night, same night for three weeks with professor Snape. I will inform him." Professor McGonagall scorned. Turning and leaving the pair. Ginerva gave one last shriek and stomped off. Blaise snickered at the thought of any of the bloke that may come into contact with her. Blaise himself walking the opposite directions, in search for Anna.

After looking into three compartments for her Blaise finally found Anna with two Seventh year Ravenclaw's he didn't know.

"Hi." He stated toward her. She gave him a smile as he entered.

"Blaise, a third year came and dropped this off." She stated handing him a note.

Blaise Zabini,

I would be delighted if you would join me for a bite of lunch in compartment C.

Sincerely,

Professor H.E.F. Slughorn

"Anna I'm real sorry, but this note invites me to lunch, which looks to be with one of our new professors." Blaise looked a little upset, this was this last going to school train ride he was going to have with Anna.

"Don't worry about it, I am content with Terrence and Grace. Don't bother coming back, I'll meet you in the Great Hall."

"Sorry, Anna." Blaise mumbled leaving the compartment, heading to Compartment C.

"Welcome," Called an fat, bald man in purple robes in greeting to Blaise as he walk into the Compartment. "And you much be?" The man asked.

"Blaise Zabini."

"Ah yes, please take a seat." Slughorn motioned to the three extra chairs at the table. Taking the seat the furthest away from Slughorn, which also happened to be across from none other than Ginny Weasley. He wasn't seated long till Harry Potter himself walked him, passing light conversation to Slughorn as he walked in, with Neville Longbottom in tow. He had heard his name come from the Professor's mouth, but never in his life would he greet, or say he knew Potter.

Blaise interest slightly perked at the young lady that sat beside Slughorn, much to his own discontent, as Slughorn, brought the attention onto her.

He unnoticed stared at Ginny. He didn't know why, but for some strange reason he interested her, but he wouldn't let anyone else know that anytime soon. He wasn't of course listening to the banter that crossed from Slughorn to his newest victim of course. Until, for the second time he heard his name called.

"Blaise, I have happened to hear much of your lovely mother. Is she doing well I hope?" Blaise nodded to his question, for most people his mother was not a topic of discussion, but this was a professor.

"Ah, Vena. Such a lovely beauty. I'm sorry for the rich men she comes in contact with. What is she on my dear boy her seventh husband." This time Blaise just shrugged. Slughorn became uninterested quite fast before turning his attention onto Longbottom. He talked to the boy for a good ten minute to Slughorn, of course started Potter, Blaise just stared waiting for Potters reaction. Blaise found amusement in Slughorn thinking that Potter has some sort of odd power. Blaise couched indicating that he was amused.

Just then Ginny Weasley, not only called him intalented but a poser. He gave her a scornfull look throught Slughorns rant about a Bat-Bogey Hex. Blaise sat thinking about what Draco had told him late that morning., as Slughorn droned on about his memories. As Slughorn dismissed them, he called out to Potter, Little Weasley and Himself to stop by whenever they like.

Blaise was not on edge, un-impressed and quite upset. Not only was he question about his mother, he had to sit in that room with Potter and Longbottom for three hours. Since Anna told him there was no need to come back to sit with her, he went to the only other place people on the forsaken train would let him sit the remainder of the ride. Draco and Co.

Already being angry he slightly attacked the compartment door, resulting of him falling into Goyle. After seated Draco began to question him on what Slughorn wanted. How Draco knew everything was beyond Blaise. Draco seemed very concerned at to why he wasn't invited, and seemed to drone on. Blaise did however answer the questions true fully, all except the one question regarding a little red head. The things Draco said after that peaked Blaise's interest. He knew something would be up with Draco and The Dark Lord. He just want not expecting, so soon. Now it made sense on why he made Blaise shake on his catch to his information.

As he watched Crabbe and Goyle, punch a couple of second years, he knew this year would be interesting.