Summary: Ginny's got a secret admirer. Could he be that cute new teacher? Could he be her house team's seeker? Could he be someone whom she knew right from her very first year at Hogwarts? Or could he be one of the most unlikely person to even notice her?
Disclaimer: NOT MINE! Although I wish they were a product of my very own imagination, sad to say I only own the plot & the other characters that might pop up somewhere down the road here.
PhoenixRae's Note: I apologize for the delayed update of this chapter. I was busy with work so I couldn't sit down and finish it. Hopefully this one won't take as long as the other one. And once again I thank you all who are waiting patiently for me to get the chapters out.
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XIII. I Need to Talk to You
Blaise waited for Ginny to emerge from her last class of the day Monday afternoon. He had been practicing what he wanted to say to her almost all night last night and all day today. Heck, he nearly got himself a detention from McGonagall when he failed to pay attention in her class. Good thing he knew what she was discussing and got off easily by…well, simply answering her question correctly (after one of his classmates whispered what McGonagall asked him).
Blaise quickly spotted the redhead leaving her History of Magic class accompanied by her annoying best friend, Wilson. Honestly, Blaise couldn't understand how Ginny could be friends with a know-it-all like Wilson. She was always so quiet and reserved while Wilson was often the most outspoken sixth year Gryffindor he ever met.
"Ginny!" he called to her as she walked away from the classroom immersed in a deep conversation with Abigail. They were too preoccupied with what they were talking about that she didn't hear him call out her name until he was walking behind them.
Blaise caught snippets of what the two sixth years were talking about. They were talking about last Saturday when Ginny's secret admirer stood her up.
"Ginny," he came around the two girls and leaned his head closer, disrupting the two sixth years from their in-depth conversation.
Ginny and Abigail jumped in fright when they heard Blaise's voice up close. They stopped walking and glared up at him.
"Zabini," Abigail said haughtily, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. "What brings you here?"
Blaise made a face at her and turned to Ginny, "Ginny, mind if we talk?"
Ginny raised an eyebrow, "What about?"
Blaise eyed Abigail carefully then looked back at Ginny, "Uh…mind if we talk alone."
Abigail rolled her eyes skyward, "Oh brother, not again," she complained and straightened up, stomped her foot and pushed Blaise out of the way. She looked back at Ginny, "You know where I'll be when this bozo's done with you," she reminded her friend then gave Blaise one last head-to-foot appraisal before walking off.
Blaise frowned at the departing Abigail then pushed her at the back of his head and looked back at Ginny, "Can we go for a walk down by the lake?" he invited.
"What for?" Ginny sounded miffed, probably because she was stood-up last Saturday—and he couldn't really blame her. Malfoy was being his stupid self. He should've seized the moment and set Ginny straight once and for all, but the prat lacked tenacity and tactic—stupid git indeed.
"For some privacy," he shrugged.
"Look, whatever it is that you wanted to talk to me about, I'm sure it isn't that important for us to go for a walk down by the lake," she pointed out.
"Actually, it is important and very private so the less people to hear about it, the better."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Look, just go for a walk with me, alright? I'll explain on the way," he promised.
"Why should I trust you?" she questioned.
"And why the sudden cold shoulder?" Blaise frowned.
"You should know why."
Of course he knew why, but he'd be damned if he admitted it to her. Besides, if he admitted to knowing why she was in a pissed-off mood, that might only confirm what she suspected—and that was a big no-no as far as he was concerned. He'd be nailing the last nail on his coffin if he said something right now. Malfoy would surely punch the living daylights out of him if Ginny kept on thinking that he was her damn admirer!
"Look Weasley, I don't know what you're on about, but what I have to tell you might make you change your mind."
"Why should it?"
"Because it just will," he insisted. "Now, can we go?"
"Look Zabini, I am not going to go anywhere with you right now. In case you have forgotten, I need to get back to my dorm then head off to the Great Hall for dinner," she reminded him.
"I know that. As soon as we get a move on and started talking then we'd make it in time for dinner."
Left with no choice, Ginny knew Blaise wouldn't leave her alone until he had this 'talk' with her. Whatever the hell for? What does he want to talk about? Was he going to apologize for standing her up last Saturday? Oh God I hope he does! she thought irately. She was still a bit miffed after standing by the shack and waited for her so-called APC to make his damn appearance.
Once they cleared the Entrance Hall and were walking down the path to the lake, Blaise gathered his thoughts and weighed each word carefully. He had to do this right or Malfoy would sure have his hide.
"Ginny, I know about your secret admirer," he began.
Ginny's steps faltered as soon as he said those words. She turned her head sideways and looked at the tall Slytherin seventh year wide-eyed.
"You-you…you what?"
Blaise stopped walking and faced her then. "I said I know about your secret admirer. That's why I asked you to go for a walk with me so we could talk."
Ginny's mind was reeling. She doesn't know what to say nor do. Blaise knew about her secret admirer, so does that mean her suspicions were correct? And why does he want to talk to her about that for crying out loud?
"What do you mean you know about my secret admirer?"
"Exactly that."
"What?"
Blaise looked around to make sure nobody was around to see them, then he dipped his hand inside his robe and pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to her. Ginny looked down at what he was handing her and noted the familiar Ginny Weasley of Gryffindor House scribbled on it.
"What the hell?" she quickly looked up and met Blaise's eyes.
"Take it," he shoved it at her and waited until she took the envelope before adding, "It's not from me," he assured her when he saw her facial expression and those little wheels in her head started turning.
"What?" she frowned then looked down at the envelope in her hands then back up at him. "If it's not from you then who is it from?" she questioned.
"Somebody I know."
"Who?" she insisted.
"Look, I am in no position to say. Let's just say that he's somebody I know."
"Meaning he's in the same house as you?"
Oooh, he got her there.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"But he's not you?"
Blaise frowned. "Why would think it was me?"
"Because…because I just had this damn gut-feeling and…why won't you tell me who he is? He's in Slytherin? Oh God…" she groaned.
" 'Oh God' what?" Blaise frowned. "Weasley, what's wrong? I just told you that I know who your damn secret admirer is, the least you could do is be happy about it."
"But he's not you?" she questioned.
Blaise rolled his eyes skyward. Sometimes girls could be exasperating when they wanted to be! Why do they have to dredge things out in the open and talk for hours about instead of taking what was presented to them at face value?
"Look, to clear things up I know him. He's in the same house as I am. And that's all I'm gonna say."
"What? You're not even going to tell me what year he's in?"
"Well…that would be giving it all away, wouldn't it?" he shrugged.
"That's unfair!" she complained.
"I think not. Look, I already gave you the letter. I already gave you hints now it's up to you to figure out who he is."
"And you're not gonna help me figure out who this damn admirer of mine is?"
"Nope," he shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Some friend you are," she snorted and jammed the envelope in the inside pocket of her robe.
Blaise's eyebrow rose, "You consider me a friend?" he echoed.
Ginny made a face at him, "Technically speaking. You don't think I'd be really chummy with some Slytherin arse, do you now?"
"Ouch!" Blaise placed his hands to where his heart was supposed to be located, "That hurts, Ginny! Here I am helping you out figure who your damn admirer is and this is how you're treating me?"
"Zabini, if you are really a friend of mine, you'd tell me who is behind all these letters that I'm receiving. But as it is, you're as stubborn as a mule so I don't consider you a friend," she explained.
"Like what I said, Weasley. I am in no position whatsoever to say anything more than what I already told you," he insisted.
"Ugh! You're hopeless," she rolled her eyes at him then turned her back at him and headed back towards the castle.
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Abigail looked back and forth between Ginny and the envelope lying face-up on Ginny's pillow inside the sixth year Gryffindor girls' dorm room. She knew that Zabini handed it to her a letter from her Slytherin APC, but since Ginny returned back to the castle with the envelope burning a hole in her robe pocket Abigail noticed that her friend had this mesmerized look on her face.
"Gin, are we just going to stare at it or are you going to open it up?" Abigail questioned when she could no longer stand the suspense.
"I don't know, Abs. I mean a part of me wanted to open this and the other part doesn't want to."
Abigail frowned, "Why not?"
"Because," Ginny shrugged, her brown eyes still fixed on the threatening envelope lying on her pillow.
"Because?"
"I don't know," she sighed and looked at her friend, "When Blaise told me it wasn't him I was devastated."
Abigail frowned, "Why?"
"Because…now I'm back to square one with who my APC is."
"But didn't Zabini give you hints?"
"Yeah. He said he knows who my APC and that he's in Slytherin."
"So there ya go! He made it easier for you to pinpoint who is behind all these letters."
"But Abs, the only Slytherin boy that I would even consider liking is Zabini, and he already assured me that it's not him who's sending me these letters."
"So? There's still Malfoy to consider," Abigail pointed out.
"Malfoy?" Ginny nearly choked. "Are you serious? Malfoy hates my guts. He hates all Weasleys, period."
Abigail raised an eyebrow in disbelief at what her friend claimed. "I'm sorry if I chose to differ."
"What?" Ginny looked appalled. Abigail never chose to differ from her opinion before. What changed?
Abigail leaned back against the headboard of her four-poster bed and shook her head. "I was there last Saturday, Gin. I saw you and Malfoy together having a helluva good time hidden from everyone's view in one of the booths at the Three Broomsticks. You were just too busy thinking about your damn APC to notice the way Malfoy was looking at you, Gin!"
Ginny frowned. What the heck was her friend on about? Malfoy was looking at her differently? What a laugh!
"No-uh," she shook her head. "Malfoy was not looking at me differently, Abs."
"Fine, believe whatever you like. But I'm still betting my last sickel that Malfoy the prat was looking at you rather differently," Abigail insisted.
"Whatever," Ginny muttered and opened the envelope.
I see what he's doin' to you
Then it hurts me so
I wish I could steal you away
But you just won't go
Something's holdin' you close to him
Something I can't see
But come the day that you've had enough
I pray you'll come running to me
'Cause if you were mine
You'd know how good love could be
And if you were mine
I'd love you eternally
If you were mine
You know that I want you, you know that I need you
Every time I see your face
But I watch you passing me by
And my sky turns grey
Maybe someday you're gonna see
I'm the one for you
'Til then I'll just have to wait
For my dream to come true
'Cause if you were mine
You'd know how good love could be
And if you were mine
I'd love you eternally
If you were mine
My friends keep telling me to let it go
But what I feel they will never know
I can't stop my heart beating so strong for you
But you're with him and not with me
Baby it's as sad as it can be
'Cause if you were mine
You'd know how good love could be
And if you were mine
I'd love you eternally
If you were mine
You'd know how good love could be
And if you were mine
I'd love you eternally
I wouldn't let you go, oh no, no
If you were mine
I really need you
Oh, I really need you
If you were mine
I really need you girl
If you were mine
I really need you girl
I really need you girl
If you were mine
Ginny's hands were numb after she read what must have been her APC's most sweetest, most sappiest letter to her. For some odd reason she knew it wasn't Blaise who wrote this. Whoever was this Slytherin APC of hers was serious about her or else he wouldn't have written what he wrote here.
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A/N: Hey guys!
Sorry for a very long delay in updating this story.
I was stuck writing this chapter and I couldn't find the write
"letter" to give to Ginny and…well, basically I just don't know where
to go. But now here's the
chapter, I hope it's good enough for now.
A/N 2: BTW, our APC borrowed Boyzone's If You Were Mine song
A/N 3: I know there's going to be a long list of people to thank, and I hate doing this one-shot shout-out, but under the circumstances I knew I had to. SO THANK YOU TO ALL PATIENT READERS & REVIEWERS ALIKE OUT THERE! Hopefully it won't take me long to upload the next chapter! *smiles*