Disclaimer: I was not on MSNBC giving an in-debth interview about all the secrets of Harry Potter tonight. So, therefore, I am not J.K. Thus, it would be correct to assume that I DO NOT own any thing.

Full Summary: HDH SPOILERS! WARNING! Ginny is caught in the middle of a terrible plot to kill Harry Potter, led by the spirit of Voldemort and his small group of faithful Death Eaters. Who will be willing to risk their safety for hers, and at what cost? How will Ginny survive when her safe-keeper wants nothing to do with her? Expect the unexpected. M for language, violence, MAJOR fluff, eventual sex.

Pairings: DM/GW, BZ/GW (a bit more in this chapter)

Warnings: HDH Spoilers!, language, violence, fluff, eventual drugs and eventual sex scenes

A/N: Thank you to all of my reviewers!! (Although I would like some more feedback... I've got 294 hits on this fic and only 8 reviews) AND don't kill me, I didn't edit this one as much as the other chapters so I'm sure there are some errors:D

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("Come on, we need to start moving." he waved his wand around their clearing as he lead her into the lesser known parts of the forbidden forest)

Ginny was disoriented as all hell. She had been following Blaise through the forest for what seemed like 6 hours now, and there was no sign of a break in the trees, or any kind of civilization. The only change in environment that Ginny could discern was the texture of the ground. The hard earth that made up the ground in the clearing was slowly becoming softer, and sandier, there were more pine trees than any other kind, and their roots were not as exaggerated as before. Instead of the huge roots of the forest near Hogwarts, these roots were close to the ground, rope-like, ready to be tripped on. And, with Ginny's grace, she had landed on her face more than once this afternoon. They were now at a slow jogging pace, the humidity in the air leaving a thick coat of sweat on each of their foreheads. Ginny reached up to wipe her head when her foot caught, yet again, in the loop of a root and she slammed to the ground, face first. Blaise turned around swiftly, laughing when he spotted her on the ground.

"How is it, Weaslebee, that you have fallen... what is it now.. FOUR TIMES, but I have yet to fall?" He smirked at her position.

"Oh shut up, Mr. I'm-a-Perfect-Git-Zabini! I'm tired, and don't know where I'm going, and I'm hungry and it's hot out and... and... "

"Ok, alright, we'll stop for a while," he walked towards her and sat on the ground, his back resting against an ancient pine, "but we won't stop for long, The Dark Lord won't be happy that we're going in the wrong direction." He wiped his forehead off with his sleeve and pulled two flasks of water out of his black bag, throwing one to Ginny who was surprised when she caught it. She watched him down half of his water before taking a sizeable sip herself.

"Where are we going?" her eyes rooted him to the spot, and he couldn't look away from her demanding stare.

"I don't know..." he swallowed hard, "well, I do know... I know how to get there, but I don't know exactly where it is, once we get there. I do know that we're headed east!" he frowned as his truthfulness disappointed her and took another gulp of his water. He got up and walked to her, taking her hand in his and hoisting her up.

"Come on, we better get moving." Ginny nodded and handed him her flask before pulling her hair up into a bun and following him through the deserted forest.

They jogged and walked until the sun had set completely and Ginny couldn't see two feet in front of her. She subsequentially tripped on another root.

"ARRGGGHH!" she scraped her knees and elbows on a fallen tree trunk on her way down, Blaise was at her side in an instant

"Are you alright?" His hand brushed her knee, lit by the lumos charm. His face was an expression Ginny never thought she would see on him, a mixture of worry and compassion. She swiftly moved away from him, knowing very well the results of too much skin-to-skin contact with Blaise Zabini would do to her heart rate, and the color of her face.

"I'm fine, just tripped again. I'm not very graceful." She looked up at him innocently and wined, "Can't we just call it a day and rest here?" He rolled his eyes at her foolishness.

"I don't know if we can risk it and..."

"But I'm sooooo tired! I can't even walk three feet without tripping, and I'm sure you agree that with me falling every five seconds, we're not going to make much progress!" Her case was strong, and she was right. If they waited out until morning, they could cover more ground in less time. But the real question was, how much time do they have? Is there enough time to wait? Blaise stood up.

"We can't wait. And if you don't think you can move yourself, I'll just have to carry you." his arms were folded against his chest.

"NOO!" Ginny stumbled to stand up straight "Why not? It's not that big of a deal, you're really little"

"I don't want you to carry me"

"I don't understand why"

"What.. what if you drop me or something, I don't know. I just don't feel comfortable"

"Weasel, I won't drop you." he smirked at her before jokingly flexing his arms, "Plus, if you don't let me carry you, I'll just have to put you in my bag." he lifted up the black backpack that had obviously been charmed to extend.

"Fine." She glared at him, a smirk playing on her own lips as he walked towards her, "Put me in your bag." He stopped walking for a moment, reading the determination in her eyes before opening the bag.

"Alright, get in." Ginny walked towards him slowly, looking down at his backpack. "Go on, Weasely, you were so determined to get in before! Just jump right in!" his voice had a hint of a chuckle in it that Ginny didn't appreciate and she promptly smacked him on the shoulder.

"You are a self-righteous git!!" She whispered at him, with as much malice as any Slytherin could imagine.

"Just let me carry you, just for two or three hours, then we'll stop!" She looked up at him unsure of the compromise, "Deal"

"Ok, fine, deal." Before she could protest what she had agreed to, Blaise swung the backpack on and lifted her up into his arms, cradling her carefully to his chest. He smelled like gingerbread and pine, but Ginny assumed the pine was because of the forest as she nuzzled her face into his warm shirt and he bounded off again, at a quicker speed than they had achieved all day.

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Ginny woke up, unusually warm and comfortable. She was still in Blaise's arms, but they weren't moving any more. She moved her legs a bit. AHHHH! They were resting! But, she was cuddled up to him, his arm around her like a teddy bear, and his chin resting on her shoulder. She backed up into him a little more, comfortable with the protection he offered and snuggled with his arm before falling back asleep.

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The next morning Ginny woke up feeling like she ought to vomit. And without further thought, she did. Right in the path of the man who was jogging her through the woods.

"Ahhhh... ICK. God, Weasel! You couldn't warn me before you chucked your stomach all over my shoes?" He placed her on her feet and quickly cleaned the mess up with a Scouring Charm. He looked over at Ginny who had her hands clutching her knees, and her head resting on her arms.

"I think I'm sick." she sniffled

"Perfect." he walked over to her and felt her forehead, very hot and clammy. "Just perfect. We have to keep moving"

"Can't you just apparate"

"NO! He'll be able to track us if I apparate, the only safe way is by foot." Ginny groaned at the thought of being bobbled up and down in his arms again, "Listen, we're almost there. We've got 2, maybe 3 miles to go! Come on, I know it won't feel good, but I promise to deal with whatever your mouth shoots at me, including vomit until we get there"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because you don't deserve to die. You're a pure-blood, and I can't let him kill you just because of your family." He was serious.

"So, you're still a Death Eater, because you believe in cleansing the Wizarding race, but you don't support You-Know-Who?" Ginny itched to say his name, but knew it wouldn't be wise, the name had been taboo-ed.

"He's a half-blood." Zabini made his disgust for the Dark Lord quite clear in this remark as he walked towards Ginny and held out his hand, "I know you don't trust me, but you have to in order to survive. You don't really have a choice here." She nodded and let him pick her up again, leaning into his body as he ran her through the woods towards their destination.

A/N: Ok, so you must be DYING to know what I'm going to do with this... but I'm not ready yet. But here are some "hints": the next chapter will introduce the character that you've been waiting for and bunches of other surprises, and a death... I didn't even call that one, but apparently it has to happen. Ginny will get even closer to Blaise before the new character comes into play, and Ginny will find herself in an awful situation. Simply terrible. And, I'm drawing inspiration from a movie I once saw, but if I tell you now, you'll guess the plot. I'm planning on updating, probably Tuesday night. REVIEW!!!! Please! I need some feedback!