A.n- Not exactly my best writing... but what can you expect? Writer's block... But thought I'd add a chapter anyways.

"He's watching you."

Ginny's chocolate eyes glanced up from her work, but quickly returned to the parchment, the quill in her hand was swift. She had to finish this essay for Transfiguration. Ginny only had three hours to do so. She had, to the disappointed of her mother, inherited the habit to wait till the last moment to finish her homework from Fred, George, and Ron. "What? Who?" She hardly was paying attention to her Hufflepuff friend.

"A boy... He's watching you." She repeated in a low whisper, keeping her head down. Ginny glanced at her friend and saw that though her head was down, her eyes looked past Ginny's shoulder.

"Are you sure? Me? Maybe he doesn't notice he's watching me."

"No, Ginny." She said firmly, "He knows he's watching you. I can tell it in his eyes."

She felt goosebumps crawl up her arms even though she wore the Gryffindor school robe. "Who?"

"That boy. In Slytherin... Malfoy's friend... His name's Zabini I think."

Ginny shivered to herself but sat up a bit straighter, letting her quill drop down onto her paper. She had an urge to turn around, and look back at him. Ask him what he wanted from her. Ginny wanted to scream at him to stop watching her and to never again speak to her. It felt like she was being followed at times in the corridors, yet when she turned around she saw nobody. Maybe it was Blaise who was following her. "Let me see your mirror."

The girl fumbled in her bag then handed a small hand mirror to Ginny. She took it and held in a breath as she lifted it to an angle that she could see behind herself.

His dark eyes met hers in an instant and a small smirk crossed his lips. Ginny froze instantly, the breath stuck in her throat. He mouthed the words 'Hello, Ginny' in the mirror, his eyes locked onto hers in the reflection.

She dropped the mirror on the table then pushed it back to her friend. Ginny stared at her friend, lost in thought. Should she tell Ron, Harry, and, or Hermione about this? They'd think she couldn't handle it. That she couldn't take care of it. She was always too fragile in her brother's eyes. No. No, she wouldn't tell them. She could handle this herself... Right?

"I'm- I need some fresh air... I'll see you at dinner later tonight." Without another word, Ginny quickly left the silent room which only had a handful of students in it who were sitting in small groups.

Ginny was at the corner of the corridor when she heard the doors open to the room of which she had just left. It was Blaise, also walking at a swift pace. Ginny disappeared out of sight, around the corner before he could lay his eyes on her and broke into a run.

Why was she running? It was just a voice in her head telling her to do so, an instinct. But why was it an instinct? What did Blaise make her shiver every time he looked at her? Why did only hearing his name make Ginny slightly flinch? There was something unnerving about him, about that boy.

She continued to run, trying to put the furthest distance in between them. But suddenly, Ginny haulted. Or atleast tried to halt. But before she could completley, fully stop, she collided with someone in black and green robes. She fell against the stone floor and only laid there, perfectly still, her eyes closed tightly.

"What are you doing?" His voice said in an amused drawl. Ginny opened her eyes to see Draco Malfoy kneeling next to her. A smirk was on his lips. He put out his hand, offering it to her.

She glanced at his hand then back to his face. He rolled his gray-blue eyes. "No, Weasle... This isn't a trick..." He held his hand out for a second longer but then pulled it back and stood up, smoothing out his clothes. "Fine be that way...Just trying to help for once." Draco continued to stare down at her, "Oh... I understand now."

"Understand what?"

"Your on the floor, in front of me, lying on your back. You wouldn't take my hand to get up. I see what you want, what you desire." He said, a smirk on his lips, his eyes dancing in amusement.

She hastily stood up and pushed him away from her, "You're sick, Malfoy."

He leaned against the stone wall and shrugged, "What can I say? There isn't a cure for it... What were you doing on the floor?"

"Trying to get away from your freaky friend, then you walked into me."

"That fall must've given you a concussion. You're the one who into into me. Well, actually ran-"

"Tell Blaise to leave me alone."

At this Draco suddenly stopped and stared at her, "What?"

"Tell...Blaise...to...leave...me...alone."

"Why?"

"He's always there! Always around! I hate it!"

"Oh? You're scared of Blaise?" Draco asked, quirking an eyebrow. Yes his tone was mocking, but it held an honest question deep down below the surface. WAY below the surface.

"Tell him to leave me alone." And with that, Ginny pushed past him, walking away. Draco watched her go then sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. He continued on with his walking.

Why did he care about Blaise's obsession with Ginny Weasley? It wasn't like he liked her or anything of the sort. He was sure of that. Sort of. Not entirely. No. Alright, he wasn't at all sure if he liked Ginny or not. But rules are rules. The rules are this: No Malfoy can ever like a Weasley. Draco was sure that this was vise-versa in her family also.

"Blaise!" He shouted suddenly, seeing him walk past. He jogged to catch up with his friend, falling into step with him.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for someone..."

"Oh..." Draco nodded and watched his friend. Was he seriously a threat? No, no he didn't look like it. "Why don't we go back to the common room? I've got a few quidditch plans... I want a second opinion on them though."

"Alright."

Draco smiled and nodded to himself. No. There wasn't anything he had to worry about. Draco had never seen Blaise act violent to anyone. But, he made a mental note to ask Blaise's ex-girlfriend on the issue. Never hurt to know... right?

Next chapter: Draco talks to Blaise's ex and finds outthings he didn't want to know.