Summary: Ginny Weasley reached out for someone who could never make her happy, He would drag her into danger. But she finds herself hurting her newest friend and throwing away one of the most important people in her life. All he needs is a chance to prove himself to her, her family, and himself. Spoilers. Ginny/Blaise Ginny/Harry

Calling Out to You

Chapter 6

On Friday morning Blaise woke early to prepare himself for quidditch with Ginny and Draco. He opened the curtains around Draco's bed, but to his surprise found no one. Blaise quickly checked his desk for some clue of where he had gone. After a few minutes of searching he found a note and read it.

Blaise- I am afraid I am feeling too ill to play quidditch today, I went to the infirmary for some pepper-up potion. Sorry for canceling our plans, but I daresay you are not too distraught. You can borrow my Firebolt if you want to, but please be careful. Deepest Regrets, Draco Titian Malfoy

Blaise muttered a small curse under his breath, he knew nothing about teaching quidditch. He had been counting on Draco to help, he was more of the spectator-type. At the very least Blaise would have Draco's Firebolt that would be impressive enough. He made his way to the Entrance Hall hoping to catch Ginny in route to the quidditch field. When he finally saw her she was not alone. She was with Potter. A wave of jealousy washed over Blaise, but saw Ginny was standing slightly apart from him. Blaise stood hidden in the shadows to watch the two.

"Thanks for walking me down here Harry, but now I need to go practice," she said slightly impatiently.

"Who are practicing with Ginny?" Harry asked. "Is it Corner?" he questioned jealousy and suspicion creeping over him.

"No, and it is none of your business who I practice with," she snapped obviously annoyed with Harry and his questions.

"I think you are wasting your time Gin, Ron already said there is no way he would let you play because quidditch is too dangerous. I wish there was someway I could help you, but-" Harry stopped as Ginny walked away from him right out the door. Blaise waited for Potter to leave, then slipped out the doors onto the grounds and to the quidditch pitch.

"Hello Blaise, you're late," she said smiling.

"I had to wait til Potter left, you obviously do not want him to know who you are practicing with," he responded with a touch of disdain in his voice.

"It's not that I don't want people to know we are friends, but I don't want Harry and Ron to know whose helping me. Its for your own safety," she joked hoping he was not offended by her ashamedness.

"Oh I don't mind, I was merely commenting on the way you handle yourself around Potter. And it used to ne such common knowledge you fancied him, obviously he fancies you," he said slightly bitter. He saw her look at him with confusion.

"What are you talking about?" she asked in wonderment.

"He was all but drooling over you, besides he's trying to find out who you are practicing with because he is jealous," he explained as though it was simple.

"Well, I suppose