Chapter Eight: The Right Kind of Wrong


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I know all about,
Yea about your reputation
And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless
Every time that I'm were you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it any more
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
Lovin' you, That isn't really something I should do
I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you
Well I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong

Her foot sunk silently into the plush carpeting of the room. She was greeted by an eerie, looming darkness. It'd been about a month and a half since she'd first arrived here and she still hadn't gotten used to anything. At home, although she'd never told anyone, she'd slept with a nightlight on. It comforted her to know she wasn't surrounded in complete darkness. Even in the Gryffindor dorms there'd been a single candle flickering throughout the night. Normally here, there was at least the moonlight to soothe the impending darkness; but tonight, there was nothing.

There had to be a light here somewhere. A candle, a match, a torch. Anything! She groped around the room blindly until her hands fell upon something. It wasn't a source of light. But it was something familiar, yet different. It was another lily. Every night, she'd enter her room to find a single lily upon her pillow. It displayed a lovely contrast against the bed. Now who could've given it to her? And why? The feeling gave her a tiny rush; she'd never had an admirer before. Krum didn't count. Not knowing who the flower was from slowly drove her crazy; bit by bit. She wasn't used to not knowing things. Even little insignificant things she knew. She always knew.

Hermione Granger knew all.

Unhurriedly, she crawled onto her awaiting bed, laying motionless atop the silken covers. Her breathing was faint, barely audible. She appeared to have stopped breathing. But if one were to watch carefully; intently, one would notice her chest ever so slightly heave up and down; barely noticeable. Locks of her damp hair lay sprawled out across the sheets in various directions and her body lay limp and relaxed.

Hermione's attentive listening stayed sharp, straining to hear any sound. Any sound at all. A chirp, a squeak, a voice, a creak.

But nothing. It was unnaturally silent.

Her eyes were opened wide apart, staring into the pitch blackness of the surrounding atmosphere. To the eyes of an onlooker, they would have assumed she'd fallen asleep.

And that was exactly their assumption.

However, she was anything but.

Ever so softly, the terrace door creaked open.

Her eyes widened farther; gaping at the ominous figure before her. They suddenly turned around and faced her supposed sleeping form.

A gasp escaped Hermione's lips.

Malfoy

.:.

Draco grunted painfully as he heaved his body onto the terrace ledge. His hands swept across the railing before gripping it tightly as to ensure he wouldn't fall.

I could've sworn it was much easier last time I did this.

He rested his arms upon the granite limestone railings, panting heavily. His breaths became lost in the midst of the pitch black night. Peering around the castle estate, he saw not a single sign of life.

Nothing.

It was unnerving. Like someone was waiting for him. Waiting to get him when he least suspected it. Like a trap. His Malfoy senses perked up.

Silently he prayed that Granger would be asleep so he could avoid talking to her. He was afraid of what might happen if he saw her. He was afraid he'd begin to like her. He was afraid of being hurt. He was afraid of rejection. A nagging voice in the back of his mind insisted that he apologize to her for his crude actions. Then maybe, she'd forgive him and they could learn to get along. But he was stubborn. All Malfoys were. Nothing could've made him apologize to the worthless Mudblood.

With a light feeling of assurance, the platinum haired boy leaped over the rail and stepped soundlessly towards the familiar French doors.

He gently pressed an ear to the door, listening for any unwanted sounds.

Nothing.

Ever so slowly, he twisted the door knob. It was unlocked, as usual and he stepped in.

A sleeping figure laying upon the bed greeted him.

Granger.

.:.

"Ow what the bloody hell was that?!"

The rowdy crowd of boys jeered and howled as a bright green paper plane came zooming down from the air, jabbing its recipient right on the head.

Picking up the fallen message, he carefully unfolded the plane and read the message.

Hey

You were great out on the Quidditch pitch the other day.

You did a brilliant job. Probably wondering who I am aren't you.

Well, you'll find out soon enough.

Love, Igneus Amor

"Hey hey hey! Look who's got a secret admirer!" cried Flint doing an irritating catcall.

Blaise glared at the Quidditch captain with a look of sheer annoyance and stuffed the letter roughly into his bag.

"Shut up will you?" he snapped.

The dark-haired boy whipped his head around and slumped back onto the embroidered couch.

A secret admirer…

This was a familiar scene for the Slytherin boy. He received daily love notes from girls all over the school. But they always wrote their names. He always knew who they were; or at least what they looked like.

This one didn't. This one he didn't know.

It intrigued his curiosity to whom his secret admirer might have been. If only Draco were here. He had a writing sample from every girl in the school. Lord only knew how but did nonetheless and it was dead useful.

"Hey Zabini, you know you can reply to her right?"

Curious, Blaise looked up. It was Flint again.

"How?" he asked surprised that the troll-like boy knew anything other than Quidditch.

"Write your message on the back, tap it with your wand and launch it. Should go directly to the person who sent it to you; if, you do it right" Marcus replied.

The Slytherin boy's vivid blue eyes widened in surprise and his eyebrows became lost far up into his hairline.

Brushing back a strand of dark cinnamon coloured hair that had come loose from his gel, he slowly nodded his head.

"Thanks…"

"No problem Zabini. Don't forget we have Quidditch practice tomorrow morning. First thing" said the older Slytherin before turning back to his seventh year friends.

Blaise nodded again. Lost in deep thought of whom this mysterious Igneus Amor girl might've been (assuming that this was a girl of course. There were a few handful of times where he'd accidentally attracted males….not something he was exactly proud of), he dazedly made his way down to the dungeons to his awaiting student.

.:.

Oh Merlin…bloody hell…bloody bloody bloody hell! Why did I write to him WHY?

An anxious feeling of demise fell upon the little red head as she took her usual place upon the wooden stool within the empty dungeon. The room was chilly with wisps of wind streaking through and sneaking into her black robes. The cold stone walls did a poor job of insulating the poor excuse for a classroom. There were layers of dust upon the surround benches. Within the scattered cabinets were various beakers, vials, and ingredients of every kind from toad stool powder to unicorn hairs and even muggle baking soda. This had proved to be a useful component in many of the potions created in the wizarding world.

Carefully, Ginny hoisted her cauldron onto the desk and meticulously set out the ingredients to her potion. Essence of Rainbow, frog spawn, Griffin feathers, ginger root, stink sap, and least but not least, unicorn bile.

Her hands shook furiously along with the rest of her tiny body. Firmly, she gripped one hand with the other, forcing her nerves to settle and calm down before her tutor arrived.

Why why WHY? He's going to know it's me…and he's going to hate me….oh bloody hell…save me someone!

Inhaling a deep, cold breath she tried to calm her racking nerves. Steadily, she placed her jittering hands upon the bench, clenched her fists tightly and gently closed her eyes; picturing a certain Slytherin.

His heavenly viridian orbs and his perfect raven-black hair. His well defined and soft devastating features. She could only imagine what was beneath his robes…

Mmmm….

"Weasley?" said a familiar voice.

Her eyes jerked open and she foolishly toppled off of her stool.

Smooth…

"Ow" she squealed as her bottom fell hard onto the stone floors of the dungeon.

A chuckle rang out from above her. She knew exactly who it was.

"Blaise?" squeaked without even looking up.

Her cheeks began to burn intensely, making her appear to be somewhat sunburned.

Could you look any stupider? Nice going Weasley!

A hand stretched out before her.

"Need a hand?" he asked stifling his laughter.

Ginny stared at his hand. Blaise Zabini's Hand. He was going to let her touch his hand. HIS HAND. She began to hyperventilate just at the thought. Ever so slowly, she reached her own trembling hand up to his. And finally, finally; her hand met his.

It was nothing like she'd ever imagined. His hand was boyish and pallid, yet slender and strong. His grip was firm as his hand closed upon her's. It was slightly calloused from the years of Quidditch. But she enjoyed every moment of it.

"Are…you okay?" he said looking down at her as he helped her to her feet.

The littlest Weasley simply couldn't take her eyes off him. Not even when he began to stare back at her with the oddest expression.

"Weasley? Earth to Weasley?" he sang as he waved his free hand up and down before her transfixed gaze.

"OH!" she blushed even harder now, "I'm- I'm fine. Thank you" she stuttered feeling horrifyingly embarrassed.

Blaise cocked his head slightly and gave her a lop-sided grin, "Then can I have my hand back now?"

Ginny's eyes widened and she quickly dropped his hand; not realizing she still had it. The feeling was unbelievable. Like a shot of ecstasy straight into her system.

She laughed nervously; it sounded ridiculous.

"Sorry" she mumbled, reluctantly giving his hand back.

"So…"he said sensing an uncomfortable tension arising. "Um, let's start on this thing than shall we?"

Ginny nodded mutely and attentively watched his every move. She wanted to remember absolutely everything little detail about him.

He reached into his book bag and began randomly pulling out potions texts. The 5th year girl nearly choked as she glimpsed a bright green sheet of memo paper caught between one of his books.

Oh my gosh…he read it…he has it…Merlin Merlin Merlin! I'm so bloody brilliant….sending it to him before I have to spend a whole hour and a half with him…

Oh gosh…what's he think of it?

FIND OUT

Ahhh…

As he turned to pull out his wand, she carefully reached for the note and glanced it over as to read it.

Wow….god this sounds even stupider now than it did before…WHAT WAS I THINKING?

"Oh, a secret admirer?" she asked desperately trying to sound apathetic; but instead it came out abnormally high and squeaky.

A tinge of pink grazed the Slytherin's cheek as he snatched the paper out of his hand.

"Um. No. It's…it's a…a…letter to my parents I-I've got to send it still" he invented as he stuffed the crumpled sheet into his sack.

Ginny grinned faintly at his pathetic excuse, "Do you always sign letters to your family with Love Igneus Amor?" she teased. "Burning Love?"

"I-uh-er-Yes?" he replied looking stumped that she managed to see through his oh-so-convincing justification. "Wait, you know Latin?" he asked incredulously.

"Don't look so surprised now. Just because I suck at potions doesn't mean I suck at everything now!" she proclaimed mockingly placing a hand over her heart looking affronted.

Blaise smiled his devastating smile sending both shivers and a jolt of warmth surging through the red head's body.

A small sigh tumbled unwillingly from her lips.

"I didn't mean it that way now. And besides, your potion skills have improved very nicely. Pretty soon, you won't even need me!" he told her.

Ginny's eyes widened in horror.

Note to self: FAIL NEXT POTIONS ASSIGNMENT!

"Only because you're such a fantastic tutor. I mean, if I had you for a permanent teacher, I'd never leave potions because you were so good!" she exclaimed.

The Slytherin boy chuckled amusedly, "Didn't know you fancied me Miss Weasley" he joshed.

As quickly as it had gone, her crimson blush returned; this time redder than ever.

Damn my incessant blushing DAMN IT TO HELL!

"Uh…I…er…"

"I'm KIDDING Weasley!" he laughed, holding his stomach.

At this, Ginny relaxed and took the moment to soak in the melodic sound of his laughter. So what if he snorted here and there? His mirth-filled laughter seemed perfect in every way to her ears.

She absolutely adored the way his crystal clear eyes seemed to sparkle with joy as he laughed so carelessly. Ignorant to all the evils in the world.

"Alright! Alright! I confess," he said holding up his arms in surrender, "I lied!" Ginny did an exaggerated gasp and imitated a dead faint. Blaise grinned harder and rolled his eyes. "I think it's from a secret admirer. Don't know who though."

The little Gryffindor giggled, "hence the Secret admirer" she pointed out, emphasizing the secret part.

"Ah, good point!" he said applauding. "Do tell me how you became so brilliant, Miss Weasley! Do tell!"

"Ah, well it comes naturally of course Mr. Zabini, naturally!" her reply overflowed with arrogance.

"Really now your modest majesty. Are you sure you didn't suck my brains out? 'Cause I swear my head's shrunken a bit!" he cried wrapping his hands around his head.

Ginny stared at his impeccably proportioned head for a moment before the two burst out in ringing laughter at his preposterous joke.

Moments later, as the laughter died down, Ginny took on a more serious tone, "So who do you think it could be?"

"Hmmm… I don't really know…I don't actually know the names of half the girls who like me" he confessed sheepishly.

She gave him an dubious look.

"All the supposed people who like me only do because they think I'm smart or hot or whatever…it's rather shallow…and untrue…" he said bitterly.

Ginny nodded understandingly and motioned for him to continue.

"It's all bull….everyone knows I'm only third smartest…Bloody Granger's way smarter than me and Draco's loads better looking than I am" he admitted grudgingly.

Ginny smiled comfortingly. "Let's start with: I don't think anyone's smarter than Hermione, she's like, a bloody genius so you can't really compare anyone to her. And I know for a fact that there are a lot of girls out there who think your much better looking than all the mighty ferret boy" she informed him.

Blaise merely shrugged somewhat disbelievingly and began to twirl his wand in his hands.

"And…I know first hand that you are far more likeable in personality than Malfoy" she said blushing.

He looked up and flashed her a grin, then pushed back that annoying tendril of ungelled hair.

"Well, thank you for trying to make me feel better Weasley," he said, carelessly draping an arm across her shoulders.

Ginny immediately flushed harder and she could feel droplets of sweat forming across her forehead.

For a brief moment, she closed her eyes and inhaled his scent. It was a musky, enticing cologne that made her feel weak in the knees. She inwardly blessed the fact she was seated! Oh, how she wished to preserve this moment forever.

But alas, all good things came to an end. And this was no exception.

"Let's stop discussing my love life and start on your potions now shall we? Don't want professor Snape to bite off my head for not doing my job now do I?" he said cheerfully retracting his arm.

Ginny sighed deeply in contentment as she gazed deep into his quicksand orbs.

She was immediately drawn in and ensnared; for eternity and beyond.

"I'm all yours then" she smiled sweetly, still dazed.

"The expressions, ears. I'm all ears," he corrected knowingly.

"Whatever you say Blaise, whatever you say," she breathed peacefully.

Heaven


And here we have my second favorite ship! Ginny/Blaise! Aren't they adorable? My obsession with the Slytherin and Gryffindors….ah…

Ahhh...Leaving tomorrow for...know what? I don't even know. I'll try to post another one up tomorrow morning before I leave but...no promises! But when I get back (should be within a week) updating'll resume to daily if I write while I'm gone! Which I probably will...cuz i have no life... Actually, I just enjoy writing

Right! Anyways, the song is undoubtedly LeAnn Rimes: Right Kind of Wrong. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Stayed up all night writing! More DHR in the next chapter! (Together or not now…hmm…)

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