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Ok I had intended to make this a one shot and I mite put it all together at the end! But let me know what u think! Thanx agen to Liraniel for beta-in
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After the whole Malfoy incident, Ron put me under close guard and rarely let me out of his sight between lessons. Potter would look at me reproachfully and I would just smile demurely back. Hermione was in physical shock, which I must admit did give me a certain satisfaction. Malfoy stopped picking on me in the corridors, smirking semi-friendly almost in support. People began to respect me a little more, something I basked in. But still I was alone, even more so in a sense. Until I met Blaise.
The red headed girl peered at the contents of Honeydukes fudge collection, trying to decide on a type. Every now and then her hand would reach out and grab a chocolate frog, hiding it inside her robe.
The shop bell jangled loudly, interrupting her thoughts. It announced the entrance of a girl, cloak fluttering with the snowy wind that whipped the air outside. Tall, pale and beautiful, black hair pulled back into a loose tail, a few strands falling in front of her black rimmed, emerald eyes. She causally pushed them out of her face and began looking round. The redhead smiled inwardly as the newcomer discreetly helped herself to the Fizzing Whizbee's. The emerald eyes caught the red head looking and winked before breezing pass her, back into the cold outside. The redhead smirked, shook her head and followed. Not before grabbing another chocolate frog.
"You not going to pay for those?"
The black haired girl turned in the street and grinned. "You don't tell on me and I won't tell on you!" She said softy, her voice a mixture of death and silk.
Red shrugged and pulled the chocolate frogs from inside her sleeve. The other girl smirked, in a way familiar to the Red, "I like you Red. Name's Blaise."
Red took the offered hand. "Ginny Weasley. Blaise Zabini?" Blaise nodded and took Ginny's hand.
"Come on," she said, "I'll buy you a butterbeer!" And so they set off down the streets of Hogsmeade.
Blaise stretched out gracefully and flopped onto one of the bar stools inside the Hog's Head. Ginny followed suit, somewhat with more grace. Blaise eyed her with amused curiosity. "What?" Ginny asked laughing slightly. Blaise shook her head and smiled "You're the Weaslette Draco talks about; a Gryffindor, no less," she sighed, "You shoplift, you snog the bad boys, you befriend what's easily the worst company in the school, and, somehow, you still manage to get good marks. You are very confusing!"
Ginny took a delicate sip of her butterbeer and grinned over the top of it. Blaise pulled her hair out of its band, shaking it out. Ginny looked at her mock-indignantly, "What d'you mean I'm confusing?"
Blaise gave her a toothy grin, in which Ginny caught sight of predator teeth, then a wink. "You ready?" she asked, standing up.
"Ready for what?" Ginny began but Blaise pulling her off her stool and running for the door silenced her.
"Oi, you two, come back 'ere! You ain't paid!" The shouts of the barkeeper echoed in their wake as they ran through the snow, along the cobbled streets, laughing and grinning, before slowing to a walk when they had left the Hog's Head far behind.
Blaise collapsed against the wall of the Three Broomsticks, clutching her side, panting and laughed, pulling Ginny against the wall next to her.
"That was fun," Ginny chuckled good-naturedly. Blaise nodded, smiling with child-like innocence.
Ginny turned slightly, falling into the open doorway. Strong arms caught her and a sarcastic voice spoke form somewhere above her, "Well, Weaslette, this is a familiar position; you really must stop falling into me!"
Ginny looked up and groaned.
"Now, now Weaslette, I haven't done anything yet!" murmured Draco Malfoy in her ear, smirking his trademark smirk. He turned his head and caught sight of Blaise, who was still laughing hysterically against the wall. He frowned, "Zabini, what the hell have you been doing?"
She pushed herself off the wall and held out a hand to Ginny, pulling her from Draco's grasp. "We've been having some fun," she said grinning. Ginny smiled up at her.
Draco shook his head in mock-disapproval before grinning. "Come on Blaise, let's get you back up to the castle," he said cheerfully, latching himself onto her arm.
He paused and turned to Ginny, "You coming, Weaslette?" Ginny smirked this time, "Only if you call me Ginny."
Malfoy sighed "The sacrifices I make for you, Zabini; calling your friend by her name." Blaise hit his arm, "You're more than friendly with her too, Malfoy!"
Ginny flushed and ducked her head. Malfoy raised his eyebrow, as Blaise took Ginny's hand and pulled along, chatting to the two of them, whilst they walked in silence.
Time passed by and I was no longer just the youngest Weasley. I was the Gryffindor who kissed Draco Malfoy, the redhead amongst the Slytherins, the girl always in detention. My life changed and so did I. People knew me and accepted me. I was their friend – or enemy as the case became – because of me. Not my name; not my hair; not my family. What I didn't realise was that once I began to change, there was no going back. Not to the way it was before.
Blaise and I became good friends, despite the year and house difference. I was on speaking terms with most of the other Slytherins and when I wasn't with Blaise, I was with Malfoy. He seemed less and less like an enemy and more like an ally. That pissed the Dream team off brilliantly. I got death stares in the corridors, the silent treatment and constant lectures from Ron. I thought I had finally found my place. I was probably wrong.
I think my family began to see I was their sweet innocent little girl anymore. They withdrew their presence from my life, closing the door on me, forcing a smile when I asked them a question.
Then one day it was over.
I didn't really have a family anymore.
Draco yawned loudly and shifted the dark head lying on his chest so it wasn't pressing so hard against his ribs. Blaise smiled softly in her sleep and curled up into a ball against him. Draco smiled down on her, noting that her fever had passed and she was breathing normally. A few hours ago she had been burning up and a strange red light had consumed her eyes. Blaise was a mystery to all but herself but she was a friend and that deserved some care. She had been asleep in his lap for the last hour, her long legs folded into her chest, arms wrapped around them. She was beautiful he thought to himself, impossible so. She opened her mouth slightly, giving Draco a look at her razor sharp canines. Another mystery, though a more guessable one.
Draco stroked her smooth black hair with one hand as he glanced out of the window, where a storm raged, the rain crashing against the window… and froze. Quickly he stood up, picking Blaise up with him. Hurriedly, he deposited her gently back on the chair, scrawled her a quick note, then grabbed his cloak and pushed open the door that opened the Syltherin common room to the rest of Hogwarts. Fastening the cloak around him, he marched up the corridor, the black cloak billowing out behind him, mixing with the darkness of the dungeons.
Ok this is where I originally drew the line n started a new chapter, but now it seems too short so I'm linkin em up!wooo so just added in the original dedications then on we go!
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She raised a hand in front of her eyes and looked at it critically. It was lily white and wet, the clear raindrops running down her arm. The lake churned and swirled in front of her where she stood on the shore. Her hair was plastered to her head and curled limply at the base of her neck.
Slowly she stretched out her leg dipping her bare toes into the water. Cold rushed up her leg, making her flinch. Drawing in a deep breath, she stepped into the lake. Icy cold needles stabbed at her legs as she began to walk in. Her white robes rose up around her, floating like a halo above her waist.
Suddenly she stopped. A voice seemed to echo on the wind, calling her name. She could feel it tracing the lines of her face, caressing her face, stroking her hair.
No!
She pulled away from the voice, growing ever stronger and closed her eyes. Bowing her head, she lifted her feet from the lakes bed and collapsed into the death waters.
"Ginny!"
I let go. I didn't want to live anymore. As much as I rejected the idea, I could still feel pain.
My Mum had just been murdered by Deatheaters. Or so I was told. Dad came home to find the Dark Mark hovering above the Burrow and Mum dead inside. He killed himself an hour later. Couldn't take the grief Percy said. Stupid git.
None of my brothers seemed to notice me that day, in fact, I think they ignored me. They all stood in a corner whispering and muttering, throwing pitying looks at me as if I should have been feeling incredibly guilty. Which I didn't. Because it wasn't my fault.
What I didn't know was that, actually, it was.
Why Ginny?" he muttered softly against her hair, stroking it with one hand. Draco shifted her weight in his arms, noticing how little it actually was, using her feet to push open the door leading down to the dungeons. She murmured quietly into his chest, wrapping her arms tighter around him. They approached the entrance to the slytherin common room. Draco stopped. "Serpantisia," he whispered and the wall sprung open.
Blaise opened one eye lazily and regarded the wet Draco as he carefully laid Ginny down on a couch opposite the fire that still burned in the grate, throwing up contorted shadows onto their faces. She opened both eyes and raised an eyebrow, "That was a long ten minutes," she said slyly. Draco looked down at her eyes glinting, water falling from his hair onto the stone floor as he shook his head, "Not a word missy, I spent all night watching you. Your silence would be appreciated."
Blaise smiled innocently up at him as she shifted her body around in the chair, "Consider it given," she muttered softly, closing her eyes again, opening them a minute later to see Draco smoothing Ginny's hair and placing a kiss on her forehead. He glanced over and caught her watching. He raised a finger and hissed, "Sleep!" and with a grin on her face, Blaise turned her head and fell into the darkness of sleep.
Draco stroked Ginny's dark red hair, softly with the back of his hand, pulling the wet strands from her face. Sighing, he pulled his wand from his pocket and waved it at Ginny, "Dritix," he whispered softly. The water that covered the sleeping girl disappeared and she was dry. Quickly, Draco repeated the spell on himself, pushing back the hair that kept falling into his eyes.
Blaise shifted in her chair, making him jump slightly. Draco smiled wryly. Too girls sleeping in the same room as him and yet he had no intentions toward either.
For the moment.
Malfoy began to teach me the art of being like him, the smirks, the actions. He showed me another other side of him, one which I think very few people have seen. Blaise most definitely has. Him and her were almost inseparable. I don't think they realise how much so.
But that didn't matter. I could never replace Blaise, I wasn't meant to. I became something much, much more.
Blaise stretched out gracefully, pushing Draco off the couch. "Oi Zabini! Watch it!" he called indignantly from the floor. Blaise smiled innocently down at him, giggling softly. Draco smiled back at her, enjoying the moment. For a moment he saw something flash red in her deep green eyes. So like Ginny's Draco suddenly thought. He started and shook his head.
Blaise looked at her friend intently. He was thinking about her again, she could tell. You didn't need a wand to see the glazed look in his eyes. She grinned and settled back into the cushions.
A door banged to the right of them and the girl herself, stormed into the room, plonking herself down next to Blaise. Ginny's red curls were fighting wildly to be released from their grips and her eyes were blazing. Her eyes are different to Blaise's Draco thought hers are more sea green, Blaise; like emeralds.
"What's wrong with you?" Blaise asked lazily, enjoying Draco's glazed face. Ginny frowned and stuck out her bottom lip. "I hate this school!" she muttered angrily. Blaise formed a silent "o" with her mouth before sitting up. "And why's that?"
Ginny shrugged. "I don't know!" Blaise reached out a hand and pulled Draco back onto the couch. He shook his head clearing it and pushed the two girls over to make more room for him.
Blaise began twisting her black hair into a knot to keep it out of her face as they sat in comfortable silence. "Well I need to feed, dinner calls!" she said cheerfully standing up. Ginny looked at her confused, "But dinner was more than 2 hours ago!" But Blaise just winked mysteriously at her before setting off through the open door whistling, shutting it loudly behind her. Leaving Ginny and Draco alone.
She grinned to herself, before jumping out of the window, to the ground 100ft below. Landing like a cat, melting into the darkness.
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