"What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing with my sister, Malfoy?"

Ginny stared at the scene in front of her, frowning. It seemed to her that Ronald always showed up at the most inappropriate times. He stood at the entrance of the Hall, his face growing root red as he glared at the blonde. To no one's surprise, Harry and Hermione came trailing in after him, twin looks of surprise on their faces.

Sighing, Blaise turned to look at the beautiful redhead seated before him, weighing his options. He could be a good boy, and walk away without a word…or he could try something different, and use his imagination. Shrugging, he returned his gaze to the fast approaching trio. He'd never been good at being a good boy, anyway.

"If you hadn't noticed, oh red one, there is another human being in this equation. I'm quite hurt actually, since I'm the one doing all the flirting."

Ginny snorted, finding the thought of this particular boy's feelings being hurt ridiculous. She eyed her brother's entourage, sure she should be panicking by now, but couldn't bring herself to move, or even comment. Reclining on the bench, she was ready for a show.

Ron sputtered, turning an even darker shade of red. Harry and Hermione stood at his shoulders, both throwing confused glances from Blaise, to Malfoy, to Ginny. Harry, as if remembering his role as the town hero, squared his shoulders and sidestepped Ron for a clear view of Ginny.

"Maybe you should explain what's going on, Gin."

Snorting, she looked up into his green eyes, mumbling something about him maybe shutting the bloody hell up, and minding his own business for once. The two Slytherins beside her struggled to hold in their laughter as he stared, not having heard.

"I am just having my breakfast, while you lot are trying your best to make a scene."

At her nonchalant reply, Ronald Weasley finally snapped. Charging at Malfoy, he landed a solid punch on the blonde's jaw as they fell against the bench next to Ginny. Eyes widening, she drew her wand to separate them, only for Ron to be thrown across the room before she had the chance.

Blaise Zabini stood cockily before them, blowing on the end of his wand. Meeting her gaze with a smug smile, he wiggled his eyebrows. Rolling her eyes, she flicked her wand, mumbling the disarming charm at Harry, whose wand had been aimed right at Blaise's grin, which quickly vanished.

With Ron unconscious, Blaise and Harry were left to glare at each other, while Hermione fretted at the sidelines. Malfoy fumed silently, wanting greatly to pummel the Weasley boy, unconscious or not. His grey eyes clouded with fury, tense and ready to snap.

"Okay children, I think we've had enough excitement for one morning. Let's all do the grown up thing, and disperse."

With no reply, Ginny Weasley surmised that she would have to do all the work. Grinning sweetly at Blaise, she stood and grasped his hand, staring deep into his eyes. As she murmured his name in what she hoped was a seductive voice, he had eyes for only her face, and ears only for her voice.

"We had a nice…chat. If you go nicely, I won't have to scrape you off the floor when my brother wakes up, and we can have another. Okay?"

Draco Malfoy scoffed as his best friend nodded dumbly at the chit. What was the world coming to, if Blaise Zabini could be brought into such a state of stupidity by her? Pulling him by the arm, he left without a backward glance. He wasn't about to be bested by a Weasley, and stick around. He berated himself for not having walked away sooner, instead of standing there like block of stone. He would get his revenge, one way or another.

Harry stood, eyes wide, unbelieving of the events occurring in front of him. When had Ginny become so…playful? The girl he had known was shy, and somewhat dull, if he was honest with himself. Now here she was, flirting with…the enemy. His jaw clenched as he eyed the Slytherins. What were they trying to get at?

He found himself wishing to replace Zabini's hand in her's with his, then blushed at the thought. Clearing his throat, he led the silent Hermione out of the Great Hall without a second glance at Ginny, passing a grinning Neville Longbottom at the doors.

Ginny stood in silent anger. Within thirty bloody seconds, two bloody people had walked away from her without a glance! Sure, one of those people had been Malfoy, and she had been the one to ask them to leave to begin with, but that didn't stop her frustration.

Staring off into the distance as the resolve to become someone no one ever wanted to walk away from strengthened, she didn't notice Neville until he stood in front of her, waving a hand in her face.