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"The one and only," Ginny smiled sadly.

"I can't believe this!" he said in frustration. "I can't believe I just kissed you!"

"And what, may I ask, is so wrong with kissing me?" she asked putting her hands to her hips and narrowing her eyes.

"You're a Weasley!"

"Oh get over it Blaise," she snapped. "It's not like you haven't enjoyed yourself in my company."

"Wait a minute," he said slowly. "How long have you known who I was?"

"Since you first came up to my table all those nights ago. I don't forget a face easily, especially one always in the social section."

"Then you knew I was with Daphne this whole time!" he accused.

"Yup."

"And you didn't see a problem with that when you were rubbing up on me every night?"

"I saw no problem until tonight when you kissed me. Dancing is just innocent fun."

"Innocent fun?" he asked disbelievingly. "Its innocent fun to leave me going home each night with a bloody hard on?"

"Yup," she answered simply before dissolving in to a fit of laughter.

"And you find this amusing?" he asked getting angrier.

"A bit yes, you're so upset about having kissed me, but you've no problem admitting I get you all hot and bothered," she teased.

"You don't get me hot and bothered you bloody witch."

"I'm sure I don't," she rolled her eyes.

She couldn't be enjoying herself more than she was at this exact moment. There she was with Blaise Zabini, gorgeous ex-Slytherin, making him lose his cool. When he had first approached her so many nights ago she had wanted nothing more than for him to leave. She realized right away that his friends and he had had no idea that her friends and she were all ex-Gryffindors. She hadn't wanted to dance with him; he was only asking because of his friends – not his own – wants. Eventually she agreed to dance when she realized he really wasn't leaving until he did.

What was supposed to be one dance had turned into several in a row. By then it was his desire; he wanted to dance with her. And the delightful shiver that went down her spine when he whispered so in her ear had her agreeing. Then she was hooked. She returned to the club often, hoping he'd be there to dance; he didn't disappoint.

She would see him outside of the club, some days in Diagon Alley or the Ministry. She'd always turn quickly and leave in the other direction. She knew if he saw her in the wizarding world that he'd figure out who she was and he'd not be back to dance with her. She'd even seen him out with Daphne a few times and surprised herself with the jealous feelings she felt. She kept telling herself he only mattered to her because he was a good dancer and didn't want to lose him as a partner. She enjoyed dancing and he made it far better with a competent partner. And when he kissed her on the dance floor tonight, she was appalled with herself for eagerly returning it and following him off the floor to the secluded corner they now occupied. She wouldn't show that though. She would not lose her cool.

"Look," he sighed. "Let's just go on with life and pretend this never happened."

"And why's that?" she raised an eyebrow. "Just because you realize you already knew me? If I were any one else you'd be okay to go on with this?"

"No," he said tensely. "I'm with Daphne."

"And yet, when you thought I was some muggle girl you had no problems dancing with me and kissing me," she pointed out.

"It was different."

"It was only different because you never had a chance of running in to me, which, by the way, has only been avoided because I've gone the other way each time I saw you."

"I'm not arguing this out," he said firmly. "What is it going to take for this all to just go away?"

"Go away?" she asked. "You really think this will just go away?"

"I was hoping, yes."

"Okay Blaise. We'll do it this way. I won't dance with you anymore, but I won't avoid you anymore either. You'll see how much you see me. This won't just go away. I won't just go away." She turned and walked off, hearing his groan of annoyance behind her and smirking to herself. Life was about to get that much more interesting.