A.n:No, Ginny isn't in Slytherin... That was just a mistake, I think I fixed it to say 'Yes she was a Gryffindor'... Not sure if i did though... But she's a Gryffindor.

Draco Malfoy licked his lips as stood in the center of the quidditch field, his broom tossed over his shoulder. He was pacing back and forth infront of his team, who all stood in a straight line, with their chins up, staring straight ahead. Like a sergent inspecting his troops. He gave them all hard stares as he continued to pace, trying to pick out the right words.

"The next match is against Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff! We better not lose the game, either or we'll be the laughing stalks of the school. Even by our fellow Slytherins." The Hufflepuff quidditch team were the underdogs this year. No one expecting that they'd have a chance. But the first match the Slytherins had was against Hufflepuff. Slytherin lost. But lucky for them, it was only the first match of the season. No one knew at that time the Hufflepuff was the worst team that year.

"Everyone keeps their eyes on what their suppose to be doing. The chasers" Draco's silver eyes looked to the two girls and boy on the left end of the line"Get the quaffle. Throw them through the hoops. The beaters" He looked to the two lean, tall, musclar guys next in line"Watch for the bludgers. If any of the members of the team get hit and fall off their brooms and are unable to play further... it'll be your heads... The keeper" Draco looked to Blaise who was staring straight ahead like the rest of the team, seeming focused on Draco's words"Watches the hoops...Now, being the captain and seeker, I have to watch for the snitch and I have to watch you all to make sure you're not fooling around. If I catch any of you fooling around, you will be replaced for a period of time."

He stopped walking and looked at all of them again. Draco nodded to himself then clapped his hands once"Alright... Let's practice." Draco set his broom on the grass and took his eyes off his team members as he opened the box of quidditch balls "Mount you're brooms." Draco clapped his hands once- the signal to kick off. He threw the bludgers up first, then released the snitch. He grabbed the quaffle and looked up to the waiting playes. With one arm, he threw the quaffle into the air, and at once everyone took off. Satisfied, Draco pickes up his own broom, getting ready to take off. That's when he saw one member not in the air. He was still standing there, staring straight ahead.

"Blaise." He breathed under his breath, a tad bit annoyed. "Blaise... What are you doing? Kick off." Draco watched him. If it weren't for his blinking, Draco would think Blaise had been petrified. "BLAISE!" Suddenly, Blaise snapped out of it and looked at Draco.

"Oh... Sorry." He grabbed his broom and mounted it, about to take off.

"What were you doing?"

"What?"

"Where you even listening at all? What were you so deeply thinking about?" He asked with a scowl. Yes, Blaise was his friend... But quidditch was quidditch. And during quidditch matches and practices, Draco was the captain of the team. The leader. Not a friend. He made that clear the first day to his team.

"Oh, nothing important... A girl."

Draco sighed and shook his head"Just kick off, Blaise. Go to the posts and just guard... Keep the girl, whoever she is, out of your mind for a while... until practice gets done. Only an hour. You can do that, can't you?"

Blaise shrugged and nodded then kicked off.

Draco cracked his neck, but a glint of gold caught his attention. In an instant he was after it.

Draco walked out of the boys' bathroom, and with a smirk walked up the corridor, and down a staircase. He wore dark jeans, and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His platinum blonde hair was now hanging loosely in his eyes. Malfoy was actually in a good mood. Yesterday's practice had gone well. He'd gotten in a few insults to Potter and Weasle. He had some fun scaring a few first years with Crabbe and Goyle (who were already in the great hall for dinner). And his group of fifth year groupies had crowded him, giving him loads of compliments. Groupies could do anyone good. All Draco had to do was wink at one before they melted into a puddle. They all were wrapped around his pinky.

With his hands in his pockets, he let out a soft breath and turned a corridor. The smirk grew in size as he saw Ginny Weasley at the opposite side of the hallway, picking up papers off of the floor. Obviously someone had walked into her only seconds before. Well, as Draco figured, he could have a fun time, teasing her a bit.

Then something made him stop dead in his tracks. A boy with dark shaggy hair, and black tee-shirt was swooping down infront of her, helping her pick up her papers. This wasn't just any boy though. It was a Slytherin... It was Blaise... helping a gryffindor, a Weasley, the youngest Weasley.

In silent steps, he walked closer to them then stopped when he could hear their words.

"Why are you helping me?"

"I want to, Ginny." Blaise stated.

"But why?" Ginny's voice was unsure, as if this was just a trap of some sort. "And why did you call me Ginny and not Weasley or... Weasle?"

"Because your name is Ginny...And I'm helping you because I think your beautiful." He said in a clear, calm voice. Draco's eyes widened (along with Ginny's). Yes, Ginny had filled out during the summer and was beautiful. But it was bad enough to think it. It was even more awful to admit it out loud.

"What?" Ginny questioned.

"I said your beautiful. Beautiful to look at. I was watching you today at lunch...My name is Blaise in case you didn't know."

"You were watching me? For how long?"

"I'm quite hungry for dinner... I spent all of the lunch period thinking about how beautiful you are." His tone was still clear and calm, yet something was disturbing about it.

Ginny slowly leaned back on her heels, away from Blaise. She quickly gathered her papers off of the floor, her hand darting forward, taking the rest of the papers out of his hands. "Well, uh...Tha" She stopped"I-I... I need to go." and with that, Ginny quickly turned away from Blaise, nearly running away.

Draco stayed back in the shadows, as he watched Blaise stand up, folding his hands behind his back. For a few moments, Blaise only stared in the direction then Ginny left in. A smile spread itself across his lips, and he began to walk away from the scene.

Draco Malfoy only stood there, in the shadows, thoughts and questions were filling his mind. Blaise had just helped Ginny Weasley. Not only that, but he also complimented her, telling her she was beautiful. Then he said it again, but the second time, his tone... something that was in his voice... Even for a Slytherin, the tone was disturbing, dark, clear...but yet at the same time it was empty.

He stepped out of the shadows, as he slowly began to walk again. Maybe the tone was just in his imanganation. Then why was it that Ginny was nearly running away from him? It was possible that Blaise was just feeling bored and was having fun with Ginny, as Draco planned to (though not using the type of words that Blaise used). Yes. This must be the case. Draco pushed his bangs out of his eyes as he decided that the only reason Blaise said the things he did was because he was having fun. He kept telling himself this, and for the most part was able to convince himself of it... Except, deep down, very deep down Draco knew by the tone in Blaise's voice and the look in his eyes that this wasn't the truth.

Deep down inside, Draco knew that Blaise wasn't only having fun... Blaise meant it. And though Draco didn't know it at the time, this would threaten more than their friendship.