A/N: I didn't particularly like how this chapter turned out; I really only like the first paragraph. I'm hoping to make the next one, in Ginny's point of view, better.
Disclaimer: If anything is familiar to you from the Harry Potter series, it's safe to say I don't own it.
Blaise was livid to find out how true her words really were. She was like an infectious little disease. The bloody witch was everywhere! He was even beginning to think she was following him. How could he have never noticed her around before? And how in the world did he not recognize her in the club? He cursed his stupidity as he tried to hurry away from her advancing form. Of all the things he was mad at with the situation, the top of his list had to be that despite her being a Weasley, Daphne or his little outburst, he was dying to go back to the club in hopes she'd be there to dance with. That was the last thought he wanted to have and the only one he couldn't get out of his head.
"Why are you in such a rush Blaise?" Daphne asked from her position on his left.
"I don't want to be late. You know how I am about punctuality."
"That's true," she conceded. "I also know we don't have anywhere to be for two hours. Surely you can walk at a leisurely pace and stop dragging me. If you have to buy me new shoes you'll only have yourself to blame."
"Fine," he sighed in early defeat. He'd done so well to avoid her so far but wouldn't it figure that the day he can't rush away from her is the one day that Daphne's with him. It's her bloody fault even!
"Blaise, why is that girl smiling at you?" Daphne asked curiously.
"I don't know Daph, which girl?" he asked back. He pretended he didn't notice Ginny blatantly walking towards him with a large smile on her face.
"That one," she said gesturing to Ginny. "Isn't she that Weasley brat from school? A year under us?"
"Oh yeah, I think it is," he said, reluctantly taking notice of the girl who was most definitely smiling at him.
"Oy, what are you looking at Weasley?" Daphne asked, much to Blaise's horror.
"Blaise of course," she answered sweetly as she reached them. "You knew that though, or you wouldn't have asked me."
Blaise was sure he wouldn't like the outcome of this encounter between his two girls. 'His?' he asked himself instantly. Since when was Ginny Weasley his? He was entering dangerous waters right now.
"Well maybe you should stop looking," Daphne threatened, sounding every bit the jealous girlfriend she was known to be. She didn't like anyone looking at her man the way "that Weasley brat" was.
"I'm terribly sorry," Ginny replied, still using the sweetest possible voice while sounding oddly sincere. "I hadn't been aware that it was a crime to smile at a friend." Blaise groaned when he realized where she was taking this conversation.
"What do you mean a friend?" Daphne narrowed her eyes. "You two aren't friends."
"Oh," she said mocking surprise, "did you not tell her we were friends Blaise?"
"No," he said tensely, "I can't say that I have because I wasn't aware myself."
"You must consider us friends after all those nights at the club," Ginny responded in an incredulous tone.
"What nights at the club?" Daphne asked rounding on Blaise, who, if he wasn't good at hiding his emotions, would be looking mighty nervous.
"He's been there several times with his friends. We've spent some time together there a few nights," Ginny answered for him.
"You've what?"
"Spent time together, you know, like hung out. You see Theo's always eyeing the girls around. I'm always there with a group of girls. Needless to say, our groups have had their encounters."
Blaise was relieved that was all she had to say. Surely she knew Daphne was an insanely jealous person – everyone knew. He wasn't sure what she was up to, coming and talking to them, but he didn't like it. Couldn't she have just walked past like she didn't know him? Did she feel she just had to smile at him right in front of his girlfriend? She was one infuriating witch.
"Well," she said cheerily before Daphne could respond, "I best get going. I got out of a little early today so I'm heading down to visit my brothers in their shop. Nice to talk to you Daphne and I'll see you around Blaise!"
As soon as she was gone Blaise sighed in relief. He had been very tense that whole time; waiting for her to get him in trouble. He spent a handful of nights dancing inappropriately with her and he even kissed her. If she had even come close to mentioning either of those things, Daphne would have his head. Unfortunately, she wasn't too happy with him now either as she rounded on him.
"Care to tell me about your lovely nights out with those friends of yours Blaise?"
"There's not really anything to tell Daphne. She pretty much summed it up," he lied. "She's usually with a group of four or five other girls, all of which Theo has taken a liking too. You know how he can be."
"He is a bit of a man whore," she agreed reluctantly. "I still don't like this. Why didn't you tell me you were hanging around with a bunch of girls every night?"
"Because dear, it wasn't like it was something I wanted to do," he lied again. He felt bad lying, but would feel worse, physically, after telling the truth he was sure.
"Fine," she said eyeing him for a minute. "Let's go do a bit of shopping. I need something new."
Blaise knew what that really meant was, "I'm mad at you and you'll pay for that – quite literally!" He didn't mind though. If spending a bit of his money would appease her enough to get her off his back, he was more than willing to oblige.
