Blaise sat patiently at a table in a corridor. He sat across from a sixth year Slytherin, playing a game of wizard's chess. Blaise brushed his hair from his eyes and commanded the knight to move. The night knocked a pawn off of the board, and Blaise smirked at the sixth year who grumbled something under his breath. His eyes looked down to his golden watch and his eyes flickered up the corridor.

The sixth year looked over his shoulder, to see what Blaise was looking at. "I don't see anything."

"No. Not yet."

"What are we waiting for?"

"We are not waiting for anything. I am waiting for a girl."

"Are you suppose to be meeting her here or something?"

"Or something." Blaise sat with emotion in his voice. Where was she? He knew Ginny should be walking down this corridor. She usually walked this way to get to the library, that he knew for sure from his own investigating. He just wanted a glance. He just wanted to see her.

"Ha. Just got your knight." The boy said, his attention back on the game.

Blaise looked back to the board and smirked to himself, after moving a piece the 'muggle' way, he lifted his eyes to the boy, "Check mate."

The boy scowled "It's just luck."

"Luck? Or talent?" Without another word, Blaise left him, walking down the corridor. And sure enough, he was right. Ginny Weasley was walking down the corridor, her leather bag over her shoulders. She stopped seeing Blaise. For a brief moment they held eachother's gaze and then Ginny turned away, leaving.

"Don't you have to go to the library?" Blaise called, walking in long strides after her.

"No." She said shortly, shaking her head.

Blaise ran to her side and smiled at her, then stepped in her path and Ginny stopped, looking up at him. "What do you want?"

"You. Your beautiful."

"Thanks but no thanks."

"What?"

"Thanks for the compliment but no thanks... I don't want you."

"Here." He handed her a rose, the color was such a deep red that it looked nearly black. "Here." He repeated, holding it out for her. Ginny slowly took it, but winced at grabbing it. Blaise's eyes fell to her hand and he saw that he finger tip was bleeding from a thorn. "Let me help you." Without waiting for a reply, he took her hand and took a small black cloth from his pocket, and held it over the cut. "I'm terribly sorry. I thought I had gotten all of the thorns out."

"It's alright, I can handle a little blood." She said, trying to pull her hand away but Blaise had a grip on it.

"Oh no, I insist."

"And I insist that you let go of me at this moment, you snake."

A dark look passed across his face but then he grinned. Blaise winked and flickered his tounge. Ginny pulled her hand from his and narrowed her eyes, "Leave me alone you freak." She pushed him back, causing him to trip on the back of his robe. He hit the ground and stared at Ginny. "Don't touch me again, talk to me, or even look at me again." She threw the rose on his chest.

She started to walk away and Blaise stood up, holding the rose "I can't do that, Ginerva Weasley." She glanced back at him but continued to walk. "I have to touch you, your skin is so soft, I love hearing your voice, and you're as beautiful as a goddess." She stopped walking, but didn't look at him, "Please forgive me, but I need you. You're the only girl here I could see myself with."

Blaise walked up behind her, "Ginny I can not but see you for who you are. You being a Weasley or a Gryffindor doesn't matter. Does it matter to you that I'm a Slytherin?"

"No." She said quietly. She turned to face him and Blaise offered her a smile.

"Then what is the problem? Why can you not at least give me a chance? A date? One date?"

"One date?" She asked, looking around uneasily.

"One date." Confirmed Blaise, holding out the flower for her. She took the rose and looked at him. Blaise smiled sweetly. Ginny gazed down to the petals of the rose and his sweet smile turned into a smirk.

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Draco sat in the common room, finishing an essay for Charms class that was due tomorrow. He wanted nothing more than to pass out on his soft bed in the boys' dorm. With a yawn, Draco put a hand through his blonde hair as he watched the shadows from the fire dance on the wall. Hearing the door open, he looked up to see who it was, happy for a distraction. But seeing who it was, Draco narrowed his eyes, clenching his teeth together. It took every ounce of strength Draco had to not stand up, throwing the thick Charms book at his head. But he promised Pansy...

"Hello, Draco." He said in a cheery voice.

"Hey, Blaise."

"How was your day?"

Draco blinked. He learned that one of his best friends had an anger management problem and was a psycho. "The same as every other day." He lied, "Nothing too exciting happened. What about you?"

"It was great." He said, sitting in the chair opposite of Draco.

"And why's that?"

"I asked Ginny out on a date." Draco felt his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise, his heart beating faster, his breathing stopped. He forced himself to try to keep his voice level.

"And?"

"And..." Blaise looked at the table but back to Draco with a smug look on his face, "She accepted."

Draco looked up in the ceiling, his hand clenching onto the quill tightly. "Oh."

"I know you think it's stupid, her being a Gryffindor and all, but oh-well. I think I'm going to finish up on some homework in the library. You want to come?"

"No... I think I'm just going to rest."

"Alright then." Blaise grabbed his bag and left the common room.

Watching him leave, Draco nodded to Blaise. As soon as the door closed behind him, Draco pressed his forehead in his hands in frustration. Why did she accept a date from him? Why didn't she know that Blaise was a psycho?

Why was Draco jealous?