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many thanks to my sexy beta, mysticfire678
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I can't believe he said that! That stupid bloody-boy-who-just-won't-friggin-bloody-well-die! She closed her eyes as she looped through the night sky. I'm starting to sound like a Slytherin. Wait! That's it! I'll stay with Malfoy! One night early won't hurt. Ginny took a steep dive. I must be insane. She pulled out in time to land safely near the castle. I mean really, running to Slytherins for help? Again?
She slipped into an open window on the first floor. The staircase down to the dungeons should be… right…about…
"My little Weaslette! What are you doing sneaking around at this hour?"
Eyeing his prefect badge she tried to answer. "I, uh…"
Blaise shook his head. "It wouldn't do for you to get caught, now would it?"
"Well, uh, I…" She stared. "The truth is, well, I can't go back to the Gryffindor tower."
"Weasley! You've been here six years and you can't even find your way back to your own tower?"
"No, its just that, well," she took a deep breath, "I-can't-go-back-because-Harry-is-an ass-who-hurt-me-and-Hermione-won't-bloody-well-shut-up-about-rules-she-doesn't-even-follow-and-then-there's-Malfoy-and-that-whole-deal-and-not-to-forget-about-Senach-and-i-just-can't-take-it-any-more-so-i-was-wondering-if-i-could-stay-with-you-and-I-can't-believe-i-just-said-that."
"Neither can I. Tell me, does this lack for a need of oxygen come naturally or is it practiced?"
The overwhelmed redhead's eyes began to water.
"Oh, come now. Let's get you to bed." He led her down through the dungeons and when she calmed down enough to notice anything, she was sitting on a rather comfortable bed.
She sniffled. "Thanks."
"You're welcome, my dear." He rummaged through the closet and tossed her a long t-shirt. "Now change into this while I go get ready for bed."
She was half asleep when he re-entered the room. "Making a bad habit of running to Slytherins when you're in trouble, aren't you?"
Nodding sleepily she said, "I had no where else to go."
"Willing to tell me what happened?"
"Got back (yawn), got yelled at a lot, Harry grabbed my arms (yawn), which bloody-well hurt, and called me (yawn) a whore, so I flew back here."
Blaise pulled the baggy shirt sleeve up, "Damn," he muttered. "You just get some sleep, okay?"
"Mmm-hmm." Her eyes were already closed.
Blaise tucked her in, "I'll be back soon."