Title: Accidental Love

Summary: Ginny Weasley is the first ever Weasley to be sorted into Slytherin. She's scared at first, until she meets a boy named Blaise Zambini. They become quick friends. Years later, Blaise thinks that he's falling for his best friend, but what will happen when the one and only Draco Malfoy steps into the picture?

Disclaimer: None of this is mine except the plot. Other than that it all belongs the J.K Rowling.

A/N: In this storyThe Chamber of Secrets never happened. Sorry.

BEWARE! THIS CHAPTER HAS A LOT OF CUSSING/CURSING!

Chapter Five: The Club

From the moment Ginny stepped into the club, she went crazy. The first thing she did was drink a few drinks and then head to the dance floor. Tonight she was gong to lose herself. Tonight was going to be a laidback, cool, relaxing type of night. She was going to be careless as hell and there was nothing or anyone to stop her.

Three hours later, she had danced with many of the people there. She didn't even know half of them, but she didn't care. Very few people dared to hit on her and boy did she get them back. They'll probably either have to jack off for the next few weeks or have blue balls for the rest of their lives.

Just as Ginny was going to tell the guy behind her to fuck off, Blaise had come to her rescue. "Hey, I think the lady here, needs to rest for a few minutes. Let her go." He said. The guy responded with a slurred answer that wasn't understandable. Ginny just laughed and walked away. She thanked Blaise and the two of them went to the bar.

"It's on me." Blaise said and he shouted for Jack Daniels.

"Thanks." Ginny said wearily. Sure, Blaise had bought drinks for Ginny before, but there was always a little something that he wanted in return.

"What?" He asked innocently as if sensing that she was a little reluctant to take a drink from him, "Can't I buy you a drink without you always looking at me with that 'what do you want from me' look?"

She sighed and shook her head. He was obviously not as drunk as usual and that's a good thing. She wasn't as drunk as she wanted to be; she had danced more than drink. "Whatever you want Blaise, you don't have to buy me drinks to get me to do it for you. You're my best friend and I want you to be able to come to and ask me things without having to get me drunk; even though it is a nice way to bribe me into doing something you know I'm going to be reluctant to do."

Blaise smiled. "Yeah, well this time; I'm just buying you a drink because it looks like you need one."

Ginny rolled her eyes and the drinks came their way. She and Blaise toasted and drained their shot in one gulp. After a few more shots, Blaise left Ginny with a bottle of Jack Daniels and shot cup. As she was beginning to pour herself another cup, she saw someone sit next to her. She was a little bit buzzed, so she decided to ditch the shots and just drink straight from the bottle. She downed the whole thing and dropped the bottle. That was a rush. She thought as she put her head in her hands. "God, I'm never going to do that again. She muttered.

The person next to her chuckled. "I did that before. Some people don't like the rush going to the head too much. I, on the other hand, love it."

That voice sounded so familiar; yet she couldn't grasp a hold of it. She tried to stand up, but fell. The person bent over and helped her up; even though it wasn't much of a help because he was pretty boozed up. "Thank you." She slurred out. "Do you-hic- want to dance?"

"I have a better idea." He said as he took her in his arms and took her towards the back of the club. She didn't struggle in his arms as he took her to a place she was oblivious about. Well not completely oblivious. No, I said not tonight! Not getting laid tonight! But he smells so good. She thought as he kicked open the door, closed it with his foot and walked to over to the bed.

He was drunk too, but not as drunk as she was. But he was drunk enough to not be able to tell who was in his arms.

The person threw Ginny onto the bed. She wasn't the happy about that. "Hey! Who the hell do you think you are?!" She shouted, sitting up and walking over to him. He smirked at her. Oh my god! That smirk looks so familiar. Oh shit! This is- Her thought was interrupted as the guy smashed his lips onto hers. Ginny's last logical thought was Fuck it as she pushed him up against the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist.

The next morning found Ginny on her own bed, in her dormitory. The morning sunlight flowed into the dark room through the unclosed window; making Ginny groan and shield her eyes. She eventually sat up, but winced as pain shot through her lower body. Yesterday night's events came flooding back to her as she walked to the bathroom.

Last night was a night that she will never forget. That guy she had messed with was like nothing she had ever experienced. She would bite him on the shoulder hard, and he didn't hold back. He was harsh on her too. He was the first person to ever actually match her 'ability'. To say the least, yesterday was well worth breaking her promise for.

Ginny got out of the shower refreshed and ready to face the day with the exception of her horrible hangover. She went over to her nightstand and popped a pill of painkiller. She sighed and began to get dressed. Pansy and her friends weren't in the room today. They were probably in someone else's room or in someone else's pants. Where ever they were, Ginny was glad they weren't in the dormitory.

Once Ginny was dressed, she walked out of the room and towards Blaise's. She really wanted to talk to him. She didn't tell him her little adventures with the guys she had slept with, but she did tell him who and in very little detail as possible, what went on. Blaise didn't mind that she came to him about things that most guys wouldn't want to hear about.

He would always tell her not to get too close and that she was to be careful. Sometimes, Ginny would become a little too into a guy she's just messing with and she would go to Blaise. She knew that he would be the one to ask her questions that would make her think and he would always make sure that she never did anything stupid.

Ginny knocked on the door and walked into the room. "GOOD MORNING BLAISEY WAYSEY!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. He was startled out of his pants. He jumped up and fell to the floor. "What the hell do you want, Weasley!?" He mumbled as he stood up and began getting back into bed.

Ginny wasn't worried in the least bit that he might have a girl in his bed with him because he wasn't a person to do that kind of thing. Blaise was a gentleman and he wouldn't play around with women. He would only have his girlfriend in his bed and even if she was his girlfriend sometimes he wouldn't sleep with her unless he trusted her.

"Oh come on, Blaise. Get up! It's 1:30 in the afternoon. If you sleep any more you're going to become nocturnal!" Ginny said as she began pulling the sheets off him.

"No!" He grunted.

"Blaise Zambini don't make me have to get rough with you."

He mumbled something imprecisely.

Ginny shrugged. "Alright then. You forced me to do this." She whipped out her wand and made a stereo magically appear. She put the cordless stereo on the nightstand and turned up the volume and turned on the stereo. Muggle music blasted out of the nuisance machine; making Blaise roll off bed and glare at Ginny as she started to dance around the room singing to the lyrics of the current song.

"Stupid, idiotic muggles and their stupid shitty ass stereos." He muttered as he walked to the bathroom with his clothes in hand. Ginny smiled and made the stereo disappear as she waited for Blaise to come out of the bathroom.

When he finally came out, he sat across from Ginny and glared at her. "Why the hell did you wake me up at such an early hour; especially after a night that I had?"

Ginny shrugged, "I had something I wanted to tell you."

"Couldn't that have waited until later?" He asked impatiently.

Ginny shook her head childishly. "Nope." Popping the 'p'.

He sighed and got comfortable in his chair. This was going to be a very long story and he wouldn't want to have back pains later. "Ok, start. What did you do yesterday?" He asked.

"You sound as if you're accusing me of something I did." Ginny said acting hurt.

Blaise sighed, "Come on, Gin, I really don't have time for games right now. Just spill your guts out and go about your day."

Ginny was a little taken back at this comment. Blaise had never sounded this...bitter to her before. He was usually really welcoming about her problems. Still perplexed, she started to tell Blaise about what had occurred last night after he had left her at the bar table with a bottle of Jack Daniels...

Once she was complete, Blaise had a distant look on his face. He had zoned out once Ginny had began the story. She thought it was kind of rude and odd of him to zone out while she told him a very deep story. "Uh...earth to Blaise. Are you there? Come in?" Ginny joked waving her hand in front of his face. What the hell?

Ginny sighed, "You know, it's really rude to ignore your guest!"

"Huh?" Blaise shook his head and looked at Ginny with a blank expression. "Oh uh yeah, your story. I was thinking about that. You said that you recognize his smirk, but you were boozed up and you couldn't really grab a hold of it and now you can't remember at all except the fact that you remember something about him smirking and you thinking 'wow, that looks really familiar'?"

Ginny sat down and nodded her head vigorously. "Yup."

"Uh huh." Blaise frowned and continued, "You remember that he and you fell asleep in one of the clubs rooms, am I correct?"

Ginny paused for a minute and thought about what he just said. He's right. We did fall asleep in the room together, but I woke up in my bed this morning. Ginny looked up with wide eyes. "He knows who I am!"

Blaise, still frowning, stood up and said, "Yeah, but don't worry. I'm sure that he won't go bragging around the school that he slept with you. I mean you sleep with a whole bunch of guys and they never went around flashing your panties, so why should this one be any different?"

Ginny stood up and walked over to Blaise. "Are you saying I'm a whore?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "No, it's not that-"

"Oh really? What is it then? You've never had any problems with me before so why are you complaining about my sexual life?"

Blaise licked his lips and said, "I have to go. I'll talk to you later."

"No you're going to talk to me now! What the fuck gives you the right to call me a whore?!"

"I didn't call you a whore!" He whispered. "You were the one who implied it. Look I have somewhere to be, so if you'll excuse me."

Ginny gritted her teeth together, "Fine Blaise, leave. Don't talk to me unless it's a life or death situation. Actually, don't talk to me unless you want your head chopped off." She stormed out of the room, leaving Blaise with his head swarming. God, please don't let my thought be right this time. I want no need to be wrong. He thought as he headed to the Head Boy's tower.

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Hey everyone, I'm so sorry this is such a short chapter. I didn't intend it on being so short, but the next chapters are going to be filled with a lot of hurt, drama and some other things. Please review. THANKS YET AGAIN TO MY BETA!