[A/N: Sorry for the confusion...but I didn't even know I was continueing this]
Trapped Chap. 1

I was friends with Bliase Zabini and thats something you never seemed to like. Whenever I came over to the dungoens to talk with him you'd call him an idiot for dealing with me...now I quote:

"Zabini? Still hanging with her? Your real idiot not to realize the piece of shit your talking to."

"If I'm a piece of shit, Malfoy," I shot back, "then why do I have more friends then you'll ever be able to hate?"

You didn't say anything only left. It was when me and Blaise were walking down the lake that you came...again. Annoyed after you left I said, "what the bloody hell does he want?"

Blaise had laughed, "isn't it obvious?"

I glared at him, "really, Blaise! If I knew why would I be asking?"

He laughed again, "wow, your so close to be as thick as your brother."

I slapped his arm and he pretended to look hurt, "shut up, Zabini, and tell me."

He smirked, "Alright, I say it's quite obvious that he fancy's you."

This time I laughed, "A Malfoy? Liking me? A so called mudblood-lover?"

He shrugged, "it's true."

I had stopped a little and watched Bliase walk ahead a little before grabbing his arm, "wait...your serious?"

Blaise stared at me, "I would never like to lie to you Miss Weasley."

That's when I fell into your trap.

From then on I'd be staring at you. Noticed how your eyes showed more blue then gray. Nothiced how tired you seemed to be even on the weekends. Relized you were a great student if it weren't for Hermione. I did this a little too much because you noticed.

"What do you want Weasley?" You asked me one day while we were int we library.

I looked up, "I have no clue what your on about, Malfoy."

"Yes I think you do, Weasley," you said annoyed, "you've been watching me and it's very annoying. Plus your acting just like you were during your first year."

I smirked, "you noticed...oh I'm so flattered, Malfoy," I said sarcasticly.

"Not that," you said with a sigh, "I meant with Potter."

I laughed, "and you want your own fanclub after you?" I asked, "right, I think you have that already with Pansy...don't you think?"

You looked disgusted, "she really should get her own life."

I smiled, "agreeing with a, Weasley? How uncommon of you, Malfoy."

You glared at me, "who said I was Agreeing with the likes of you?"

I shrugged, "no one but I have to say I don't like her as much as you do," I said with a bored tone you often use, "so I'd say we'd agree on that."

"Just tell me why your so interested in me lately, Weasley and I'll go." You said annoyed again.

I shurgged and smiled at you, "the same reason you've been bugging me and Blaise."

You smirked and walked away.

Blasie told me later that you confronted him and asked what exactly did you tell me. I nearly laghed my head off when I heard and he did too when he found out what I said to you. I remember Ron always saying this:

"Even Zabini would've been better! You cry less while your with him!"

I had gotten so mad I swear he was scared. It's trued though...I did cry while I was with you. But you know who kept me with you?

While Blaise was sick in the hospital wing-remember? He was dying at the time-he said to me, "don't leave the git," he said with a cough. "He loves you...I know it."

I was crying at the time, "I don't care! I don't want you to die, Blaise!"

He had laughed before a coughing fit, "I'm happier then I've ever been and I think it;s the best way for me to die, Gin, jus romise you'll give Malfoy a chance."

I nodded and he took my hand, "why though?"

He coughed before sitting up and looked me in the eye, "because I never got the chance to be with you...let him have it."

We didn't hear from him in a real long time after he fully recovered. It was a slow recovery but a miracal. I do miss him like hell though. Ritgh now I'm confused about us. If it's true about what Blaise said. Then why do you hit me? Make me do things when I don't want to? Then act all sweet and loving?

I'm confused as I write this. I'm sad ansd upset I don't know what do anymore.

Knock!

She closed the book as she heard aknock on the door. Heading over she placed the diary on the top shelf near a couple other books.

Two more knocks.

"Sorry!" she yelled, "I'm coming!"

When she opened the door her she smiled at the stranger, "can I help you?"

"Gin," they said, "you don't remember? It's Blaise."