Disclaimer: I don't own the boy with the scar on his forehead, although I have a scar on my arm, looks like I got poked by a fork. Really it's where my cat clawed me because I accidentally scared him. Anyways I'm off topic which is I don't own HP

(Thanks for all the reviews! Here's the ninth chapter. Enjoy!)

Monday

September 9th

Blaise was in the middle of his breakfast when Draco sat down across from him. "Damn it."

"What?" Draco asked annoyed.

"You did something."

"What?"

"You screwed something up." Blaise repeated. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything."

"Yes, you did." Blaise replied. "You fell for her."

"No I didn't."

"And then you did something wrong."

"How do you know that?" Draco asked him glaring at him.

"It's all over your face." Blaise replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You weren't suppose to fall for her."

"You shouldn't have picked her." Draco replied angrily.

"I didn't know you would fall for her."

"I didn't fall for her." Draco repeated.

"Yes, you did."

"No I didn't." Draco replied standing up. "I had already liked her."

"What?" Blaise called as Draco walked away. He put his fork down and ran after Draco.

"Go away." Draco replied as he heard Blaise run after him.

"What do you mean you already liked her?" Blaise asked him.

"I can't say it any clearer." Draco replied not stopping as he hurried down the hall.

"You can explain it at least."

"There isn't anything to explain."

"I think there is something to explain."

"Like what?" Draco asked stopping abruptly and turning to look at him.

"Like what the hell you mean when you say you already liked her."

"Out of all the girls at Hogwarts why did you pick her?" Draco asked him. "How did you manage to look at her and think that she would be perfect."

"She pissed you off." Blaise replied. "She could keep you on your toes."

Draco started walking again. "Exactly. She knew exactly what to say to piss me off. She knew me without having to ask."

"So?" Blaise asked. "Pansy knows you."

"Pansy is an idiot who's been around the quidditch field way too many times to count." Draco replied harshly.

"And Ginny hasn't." Blaise continued. "So are you going to make Ginny your next Pansy?"

"No." Draco replied. "I don't want her to be like Pansy."

"So you screw things up with her so that you don't have to worry about hurting her." Blaise said in a mocking tone. "How noble of you."

"What is your problem?" Draco asked him. "Why do you care?"

"So all this time you've liked her."

"So?"

"So, how could you treat her like such crap."

"It's really easy." Draco replied as he whirled around to look at Blaise. "I'm not allowed to like her. So I didn't. She is after all a Weasley. Do you know what my father would say if he knew."

"Since when do you care?"

"Do you know what he would do to her if he could?" Draco asked him. "I can't hurt her. You win the bet."

"Why did you make the bet if you liked her."

"I didn't know it was her." Draco replied. "You wouldn't tell me who she was." Draco was getting louder with every sentence. "And I thought I could play the game. I kept lying to myself. I kept telling myself that she was just a Weasley and that she was the scum of the earth." Draco started walking again. "She knows how I feel."

"So?"

"I told her how I felt." Draco replied. "I don't ever like the girls I play the game with. I don't ever like my conquests."

"Well maybe that is your problem." Blaise replied. "Maybe your problem is you are so use to not liking anyone when you finally do it scares you." Blaise smirked. "You are scared of the little weasel."

"Shut up." Draco said suddenly. "Just stop talking."

"Damn you screwed up."

"Shut up!"

"Go fix it." Blaise replied.

"No, you win. I already told you that."

"Forget the damn bet. Who cares about that?" Blaise replied. "You actually like someone."

"No. I'm not going to like her." Draco told him.

"Why not?"

"Because I can't."

"You already do."

"Stop reminding me."

"I don't need to." Blaise replied. "You don't need reminding."

"I'm not talking about this with you."

"You mean you aren't talking about this at all."

"Whichever."

"Draco stop walking. We've already passed the potions room."

Draco stopped walking and looked around. "Where are we?"

"I don't know." Blaise replied. "You just kept walking."

"Damn it." Draco said punching the wall. "It's all Goyle's fault."

"You're blaming someone because you like a girl." Blaise said laughing.

"If he hadn't tried to rape her it would be okay. She wouldn't know."

"What?" Blaise asked. "I thought he wasn't going to try until tonight."

"No he tried last night." Draco replied. "She was so sad looking and she looked so upset and I just wanted to get her mind off of it."

"So?"

"So then we got to talking and some how it slipped out."

"Then what happened."

"I told her basically that I went temporarily insane as I was walking her back to her room."

"Damn, you did screw up. You better hurry up and fix it."

"No." Draco replied. "I don't want to fix it. I'm not going to."

"You are being an idiot."

"Like you would know."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"You are all sprung for the golden boy's best friend."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Blaise asked. "We aren't talking about me."

"I have to go." Draco said jogging away from Blaise.

"Ginny are you okay?" Ron asked as she sat down across from him at the table.

"Yeah." Ginny replied smiling. "I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night."

"Why, bad dream?"

"I suppose you could say that." Ginny replied as she took a bite of bacon.

"Oh, what was it about?"

"Nothing." Ginny replied. "It just wasn't a fun dream."

"Oh." Ron replied. "Well, I have to go."

"Okay." Ginny said waving as he brother got up.

"Ms. Weasley." Professor McGonagall said walking up behind her. "Professor Dumbledore wants to see you in his office."

"Um, okay." Ginny said getting up. "Yes ma'am." She added after a stern look from the Professor. She followed behind Professor McGonagall to the headmaster's office.

"Please have a seat Ms. Weasley." Professor Dumbledore said motioning for her to take a seat in front of his desk. "We just need to wait for one more person before we can begin our discussion."

Ginny sat there for a good fifteen minutes before the door opened and Professor Snape entered followed by Draco. Ginny glared at Draco when he walked in and promptly looked away.

"Mr. Malfoy if you could have a seat please." Professor Dumbledore said motioning to the other chair in front of his desk. "Now I know you two must be wondering why I called you in here." He looked at them expectantly before continuing. "Ms. Weasley what happened to you is horrible and I apologize for not being there to help you. However, it seems Mr. Malfoy here did a fine job. I wanted to ask you if you need to speak to anyone? Me, Professor McGonagall, your mother? I understand how horrible you must be feeling."

"No, I'm fine Headmaster." Ginny said quietly.

"If you change your mind Professor McGongall and I are here for you." Professor Dumbledore replied before turning to Draco. "Now, although what you did was to help out a fellow student we have to know where you sent him."

Draco sat back in his chair and smirked. "I don't know."

"Surely you must have some idea." Professor McGongall argued.

"No clue." Draco replied. "I just pointed and sent." Draco smirked. "He should show up in a few more days, it was only a simple displacement spell."

Professor Dumbledore surveyed them both closely before turning back to Ginny. "Before you leave." he handed her a long box. "Since yours got broken last night."

Ginny opened the box and looked in it. Inside was the most beautiful wand she had ever seen. "Thank you."

"You two better be off to class." Professor Dumbledore replied shooing them out of his office.

Ginny brushed past Draco as they were walking down the stairs, ignoring him.

"Don't tell me you're mad at me." Draco drawled.

"Why would I be mad?" Ginny asked.

"Because you care about me."

Ginny turned and looked him square in the eyes. "I. Don't. Care. About. You." She turned and ran down the rest of the stairs. "Is that good enough eye contact for you?"

Draco stopped and stood there on the steps. Why did he have to goad her?

"We can't, someone might find us." Ron said in between kisses.

"We can worry about that if it happens." Blaise replied as he ran his hands under Ron's shirt. "Did anyone ever tell you that you have wonderful muscle definition?"

"Thanks." Ron replied blushing, as he pulled Blaise towards him to kiss him again.

"Just thought I would mention." Blaise smirked as he lifted Ron's shirt above his head.

"So do you." Ron replied pulling off Blaise's shirt.

Blaise grinned. "You haven't seen anything yet."

Ginny was in the library looking through the bookshelves. She was on a quest to find a book about Nox Birds for Care of Magical Creature. She saw Blaise walking up to her and she sighed.

"Can we talk?" he asked her quietly.

"About?" Ginny asked picking up a book and then putting it back on the shelf.

"Draco." Blaise replied cautiously.

"There isn't anything to talk about." Ginny said as she continued looking at books.

"You and I both know that isn't true."

"You don't know anything." Ginny replied pulling a book down and looking at it.

"Why do people keep saying that?" Blaise asked rhetorically. "Anyway, he appears to like you."

"Could have fooled me."

"And you like him."

"No I don't."

"Then why did you go to Hogsmeade with him."

"If you know everything than you know I turned him down to begin with." Ginny said adding another book to the ever growing collection in her arms. "It was a couple of free meals."

"Ginny, I know that isn't true."

"No you don't." Ginny replied. "You only know what you want to believe. But, you're wrong. I don't like him."

Blaise sighed. "You two are impossible. Neither one of you will admit what is so painfully obvious."

"It's only obvious to you." Ginny told him harshly. "However to the two people who's business it is, it isn't, because it isn't true."

"Why can't you just admit you like him."

"Why would I like a boy who can't manage to call me by my name. Who insists on calling me by a species of rodent. Who can't seem to just act how he feels to save his life and who insists on playing ridiculous games to the amusement of his self."

"Because you do." Blaise replied. "Trust me it is puzzling. In my opinion you are far too good for him." Blaise laughed. "Don't get me wrong, he's my best friend. But, he's a prat."

"You can say that again."

"If I do will you go talk to him?" Blaise asked smiling.

"He pushed me away." Ginny replied setting her books down on her usual table. "Not the other way around. As far as I am concerned if he wants to talk to me he can come find me." Ginny looked up at him. "You shouldn't presume to know why I went to Hogsmeade with him. Maybe I had ulterior motives."

"Like what?"

"Like maybe I had a dream."

"Maybe you did, maybe you didn't." Blaise replied. "But it doesn't mean some where along the way you didn't fall for him."

"We've been back at school for a week." Ginny said laughing skeptically. "You don't fall for someone in a week."

"Why not?" Blaise asked. "How do you know you didn't already like him?"

Ginny laughed. "I'm so sure."

"You did."

"Why do you think that?" Ginny asked looking at him.

"Because you drew him."

"I drew you too, does that mean I'm in love with you too."

"Of course not." Blaise replied. "You knew I was gay. But you drew Draco because you liked him."

"How did you see my drawings?"

"I stole your book."

"You were the one who stole my book? I thought Draco did."

"No but I gave it to him." Blaise replied.

"Why?"

"Because you were the girl."

"What girl."

"The girl who could keep him on his toes." Blaise replied smiling. "You were the girl that he could learn to care about."

"Really?" Ginny asked skeptically. "And why, may I ask, is that?"

"Because." Blaise replied. "You knew him without having to ask."

"What?"

"If you want to know what that means you will have to ask Draco."

"Well, I asked you."

"And I am telling you to ask Draco."

"I'm not going to."

"Then you won't know what I meant by that."

"Fine." Ginny replied. "Are you done?"

"Are you going to talk to Draco."

"No." Ginny replied sighing. "I already told you he can come to me."

"He won't."

"Good." Ginny grabbed her books and left the library without looking back at Blaise. She had only gone with him because of her dream. That's all it was, her finding out about a dream.

Pansy sauntered up to Draco. "I've decided to forgive you."

"Don't." Draco replied. "Keep hating me, it made my life easier."

"You can't really mean that." Pansy replied pouting.

"Yes I can." Draco replied. "And, I do."

"But Draco, we can have so much fun."

"No, you mean you can have fun." Draco stood up. "I already told you, you are no fun."

Draco left the common room going back to his own. Today had been a horrible day and he was ready for it to be over. He entered his room to see Blaise waiting for him.

"Don't start with me." Draco said as he stopped Blaise.

"She doesn't want to talk to you." Blaise told him.

"Good." Draco replied.

"She thinks you were toying with her."

"Good."

"That isn't good."

"Blaise, not everyone is out to find someone." Draco sighed impatiently. "I'm not."

"Why not?" Blaise asked.

"Because I don't want her. It was just suppose to be a game."

"Well it stopped being a game when you liked her."

"I liked her to begin with."

"Exactly." Blaise said as he started towards the door. "It was never a game."

Ginny came back from Astronomy. She was tired but at the same time she was fueled with all this energy. Ginny opened her sketch book and started to draw. She wasn't drawing a person or a place or an object. She was drawing her emotions if she could show them to someone. Needless to say the picture wasn't full of light. It had long dark lines across it and she tore the paper a couple of times. She looked at the sketch and laughed. It looked like some of those modern art pieces that sell for thousands but look like they could be drawn by an eight year old. Ginny named her picture and closed the sketch book. She pulled out the parchment she had been recording her dreams on and read it.

"What do I do?" she asked herself quietly looking at the parchment. "I messed up."

With that Ginny put the parchment away and went to bed.