Chapter Four: Could This Day Get Any Worse?
Harry frowned as he looked for Ginny. He'd searched almost the entire library. Ron and Hermione were scouring the halls for her.
"Lose your pet, Potter?" Malfoy drawled. Harry turned around to find him blocking his path.
"Sod off, Malferret," he spat.
"Well, if you want to lose the mudblood lover to a Slytherin, be my guest, Perfect-Potter." Harry's eyes narrowed a fraction, just like Malfoy expected.
"Explain."
"Oh did I hit a nerve, Potter?"
"Explain, or get out of my way, Malfoy."
"Well, if you want it that way, Boy-Who-Should've-Died, fine. Your little weasel was shacked up with Blaise Zabini last night." Harry blinked.
"Right, Malfoy, keep your delusions to yourself next time." He shook his head, wondering why he'd listened to him in the first place.
"Well, oh smart one, why isn't she in here? Or in your tower?"
"How do you kn-"
"Please, you've never been exactly stealthy in your searches, you know."
"Ok... well, how do you know this?"
"I saw them leaving his room together, today."
"And I should believe you why..?"
"Because I'm right. You don't see her anywhere around here do you?" Harry frowned at the point Malfoy had.
"Even so, why would you be telling me this?"
"You think I like a Slytherin dating wizarding trash, much less the Head Boy? I want you to intervene Potter."
"And how the hell do you expect me to do that?"
"Snape's right, you Are a dunderhead. Weasley's had a thing for you since your first year, maybe if you pay her a bit of attention, she'll drop Zabini."
"Hmm" was all Harry said. 'Not like it'd be hard to pay her attention at all,' a small voice said.
"So here's the deal, Potter. You keep the little weasel preoccupied, and I will make sure Zabini loses interest in her."
"Bloody hell you really are a git, Malfoy," Harry cursed, knocking him in the shoulder as he passed the blond haired boy.
Malfoy smirked, he knew Potter would try anyway to keep his precious mudblood lover from being hurt, and if that was the only way to do it - which it was - he would do it.
~*~
What on earth had she been thinking? Why didn't she just make a break for the door instead of teasing Zabini. "Urgh Ginny, get a hold of yourself." she murmured.
"Hey Gin," called a soft voice from behind her. She spun around to face him, insult in hand, but halted when she realised it was just Harry. Just Harry?! Was she actually disappointed that it wasn't Blaise? This had gone too far. She had to do something about this problem… yes, Zabini had become a problem. Her gaze snapped up to Harry, who was still standing there waiting for a response and regarding her curiously. A plan began to form in her head as she stared at him. She could use Harry to discourage Zabini from pursuing her further, and it wasn't like she was really using Harry, was it? He was the one she wanted to be with, not Blaise, she told herself.
"Um, Ginny?" Harry repeated, waving his hand before her. Her eyes focused suddenly and she smiled brightly at him.
"Hey Harry, going to breakfast?"
"Um yeah. We, that is Hermione, Ron and I, were just looking for you."
"Oh, yeah, I fell asleep in the library," she lied. "Worried about me, Harry?" She teased, causing him to laugh uneasily.
"Of course, Ginny." Somehow hearing those words didn't lift her spirits like they would have in the past. Shaking it off, she smiled kindly at him.
"Well, shall we find my brother and Hermione, and then head down to breakfast?" she questioned, linking her arm through his. Harry grinned at the attention he was receiving from her. It would make his job a lot easier, and nodded in agreement.
~*~
Blaise glowered at Weasley from across the Great Hall. It was thoroughly disgusting how she was hanging all over bloody Harry Potter. "Stupid mudblood lover.." he spat.
"That's more like it, Zabini." Malfoy chuckled. "Weasley's are nothing but wizard trash."
Blaise's jaw tightened, but he somehow managed not to permanently injure Malfoy for the comment, and instead muttered, "Yeah.." After another 10 minutes of cursing and glaring at Potter, he stormed out of the hall seeking someone or something to destroy. Malfoy watched Blaise retreat with malicious delight. His plan was working perfectly.
~*~
Ginny too noticed Blaise leave in a fit, and frowned a tad. Harry, observing that for once Malfoy seemed to be right, tried to get Ginny's mind off of him as quickly as possible.
"So Gin, you want to go for a walk?"
"Um, I'm not sure Harry." She liked hanging around him, but wanted to go after Blaise and see if his ribs might still be bothering him.
"Please Gin... come on!"
She sighed and nodded, "Very well Harry, but I've some work to finish up so we'll have to cut it short."
Harry grinned, and draped his arm around her. "Mhm… since when have you ever worried about school work?" She faked a grin and shrugged her shoulders, trying unsuccessfully to get him to remove his arm. They walked over to the lake, and she finally tugged away from him to skip a few rocks, only half-listening to him.
"… and next week is the Slytherin-Gryffindor game, you going Ginny?"
"Mhm," she murmured, not knowing to what she was agreeing. Harry's brow raised at this.
"You know, you're really ugly," he lied, testing his theory.
"Mhm."
"You look like Blaise Zabini on drugs, maybe?" he lied once more, testing another theory.
"Huh?" She asked, her head snapping up at the mention of Blaise's name.
"Nothing, love, you just weren't paying attention, that's all." She smiled faintly, but paled at him using the term love.
"Maybe the Weasel doesn't like hearing you ramble on and on about your majestically dull life, Potter?" drawled Zabini, as he stepped from the shadows of Hagrid's hut.
Could this day get any worse? He'd come out to escape them, and it was almost as if they'd followed him. Then he'd been forced to listen to their dismal attempt at conversation, but there was no way in hell that Potter was calling his Weasley 'Love'. He was a Slytherin, and a damn Zabini, he got what he wanted.
Harry stood, angry that Blaise was interrupting, "So sulking around and eavesdropping is a characteristic of all Slytherins, is it?"
"No, it's a characteristic of the Head Boy, Potter. Now get back to the castle, I've got to write Weasley here up."
"On what grounds!?!"
"This lake contains many special creatures, imbecile, you should know that. Weasley is throwing potentially damaging rocks at them, what else should I do?"
"That's shit, Zabini!"
"Watch it Potter, or I'll write you up too." Harry started to dare him to, but Ginny stepped in front of him, and gently pushed him in the direction of the castle.
"It's alright, Harry, I'll be fine. No need to get detention over something so silly." He frowned, and shot Zabini a glare, before sweeping Ginny up, off her feet, and into a hug. Startled, she grabbed his hips. Before she could say anything though, Harry replaced her on her feet, kissed her forehead, and started back to the castle.
Blaise clenched his fist, trying with all his might not to go after Potter and beat the living daylights out of him. It wasn't so much the hug that bothered him, as her reaction to the hug. She tensed when he touched her, and grabbed onto Potter when he merely hugged her.
"Like that, Weasel? Well that's another write up for PDA, Personal Display of Affection." Ginny rolled her eyes, and turned back around from watching Harry.
"What's this really about, Blaise? Why are you sulking about out here?"
"Don't know what your babbling about, Weasel, but you need to get back to the castle, so let's go." He took hold of her upper arm and started to walk towards Harry, but stopped when she gasped. "Wha…" his voice trailed off into nothing as he realised that Ginny had gasped in pain.
Before she could stop him, he lifted her sleeve and frowned at the cut that was still there from last time. It looked fresh, too, and infected. "Weasley, you really have a problems with knives, you know that right?"
She jerked her arm away, biting her lip as the action caused it to start bleeding again. "You don't know anything about it!" she yelled at him.
"So tell me! I'm all ears." He advanced slowly towards her, studying her expressions.
"I can't… can't explain anything to anyone... I'm sorry." And with that, she ran back to the castle.
~*~
She couldn't tell him what the cut was? He was a Slytherin. One who had helped her, yes, but nevertheless a Slytherin. Wasn't Harry her dream boy anymore..?
"STOP RIGHT THERE!!!"
Ginny froze, and turned around. Filch. Filch and his damn cat, Norris. Could this day get any worse? Fifteen long minutes and a lecture later, she stomped up the stairs, detention notice in hand. Tracking mud in the castle, her ass. Bloody bastard was to close to that cat, if you asked her.
"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes"
The portrait swung open, and she collapsed into one of the plush chairs in the common room. After a while, the headache from Filch's lecture began to subside, and she decided to start on some homework when she realised that her stuff was still in Zabini's room. Blaise…
Her mind trailed back to her earlier thoughts before Filch. Was Harry still the man of her dreams..? And in that instant she knew that he wasn't. Not that Blaise was either, but it would be true to say she liked him, she supposed. Ginny brushed a few tears away, and sighed, leaning back further into the chair, wishing she could sink into it and disappear.
"You ok Ginny? What'd he say to you?" Her eyes flew open. Oh this was just peachy. Harry.
"Um, well I convinced Zabini not to give me detention, but then Filch gave me detention with Snape for tracking non-existent mud into the castle."
"Oh, sorry.."
"Don't worry about it Harry." She smiled some, patting his arm. His eyes lit up a little at the gesture, and he paled a bit.
"Um… umm Gin, say wouldyouliketogotothecostumeballwithme?" he said in one rush.
This time she smiled sadly, she couldn't lead Harry on. Slytherin or not, Blaise was her crush, and she was going to ask him to the ball.
"I'm sorry, Harry... I can't."
"There's someone else isn't there?" She wondered how he could know, but nodded.
"Mhm, I'm sorry.."
"Me too Gin," he sighed wistfully.
Eager of avoiding an awkward silence, she stood, "I better get to detention with Snape, there'll be hell to pay if I'm late." With that, she made her exit quietly from the common room.
~*~
Ron came bursting in the common room moments after Ginny left.
"Ask her yet, Harry?"
"Nope.."
"Oh.. .ok. Wanna play Wizard Chess?"
Harry may not be going with Ginny to the ball, but he wasn't about to let her be hurt by that Slytherin git. He glanced at the time he was supposed to be in the dungeons on a slip of paper, and joined Ron at a table to play a game Wizard Chess.
~*~
He had seen Pothead come in from his walk without the youngest Weasley, and noticed Zabini murmuring to himself later about maybe having a chance with something. He would have a chance with Ginny Weasley when Hell froze over. He wrote a note to Potter, and slipped it to him. He would be the one supervising the Weasel. Smirking, he began to prepare himself for the fun ahead.
~*~
Of course the day got worse. Draco sodding Malfoy was supervising her detention, as Snape had said he had "Better things to do than oversee an idiot-child who couldn't wipe her feet at the door."
Bastard. She'd rather work for Snape any day than Malfoy. Well, she would make the potion, simple enough, and leave as soon as possible. In the middle of mixing her potion, she finally snapped. The entire time he had been smirking knowingly at her.
"WHAT!?!"
"Wishing it was another seventh year Slytherin supervising this little rendezvous?"
"I don't want to spend time with any other Slytherins, much less you."
"Ah, but much more than Zabini, hm..?"
"Wha- " he grasped her and pulled him closer, kissing her hard. She struggled to find some way to get away. All of a sudden, Harry was there and Malfoy was thrown across the room.
"Get off her! You ok Gin..?" She nodded, dizzy from the force Malfoy had used.
"Uh-huh.. I'm... fine," she saw Harry shoot Malfoy a glare, and him sneer back at him, but oddly enough neither insulted the other.
"I'm glad Zabini gave me this job tonight, little Weasel, I'll look around for you," he winked at her lewdly.
"Liar!" she shouted. Why would Blaise do that? He had to be lying.
"Oh really, Weasel...? Take a look at this pensieve." He pulled out his portable pensieve, and set it on a table in front of her. "Go ahead and see."
"You don't have to Gin.." Harry piped in. She frowned and peered closer in.
Suddenly, she was in the Great Hall. Blaise was eyeing Malfoy with contempt. "You go ahead and supervise the little bitch's detention, I've got some other things to do.." A pretty Ravenclaw girl appeared next to him, smiling invitingly.
Then her vision blurred and she was back in the dungeons with Harry and Malfoy. Harry looked strangely pale, and Malfoy looked elated. But none of that registered to Gin, her mind was still on Blaise. How could she have liked him? Of course he only wanted to use her - just like Riddle and Malfoy. All guys wanted was to use her.
What about Harry? a little voice in the back of her head nagged. She pushed past Harry quickly, unable to face either him or Malfoy and rushed to the Owlery, she had business to take care of. Her mind was racing as she wrote furiously, so furious in fact that she tore a small hole in the paper. She signed the letter swiftly, and sent it with Pigwidgeon.
She never wanted to see Blaise Zabini again, and when the post came tomorrow morning, he would know it too. Never again would she be so reckless in her decision making. And she was going to the Costume Party with Harry Potter.
~*~
So that was what she wanted, eh? Harry Potter? Well so be it. He'd thought he had seen the truth in her eyes yesterday by the lake, but he must have been wrong. But did it have to be with Potter? The bitch was probably just trying to make Potter jealous with him or something. He threw the letter into the fire, and watched it disintegrate into ash. She was right about one thing though. If you can't beat them, join them. He rubbed his forearm gingerly, thinking about the pain at tonight's induction ceremony.
Harry frowned as he looked for Ginny. He'd searched almost the entire library. Ron and Hermione were scouring the halls for her.
"Lose your pet, Potter?" Malfoy drawled. Harry turned around to find him blocking his path.
"Sod off, Malferret," he spat.
"Well, if you want to lose the mudblood lover to a Slytherin, be my guest, Perfect-Potter." Harry's eyes narrowed a fraction, just like Malfoy expected.
"Explain."
"Oh did I hit a nerve, Potter?"
"Explain, or get out of my way, Malfoy."
"Well, if you want it that way, Boy-Who-Should've-Died, fine. Your little weasel was shacked up with Blaise Zabini last night." Harry blinked.
"Right, Malfoy, keep your delusions to yourself next time." He shook his head, wondering why he'd listened to him in the first place.
"Well, oh smart one, why isn't she in here? Or in your tower?"
"How do you kn-"
"Please, you've never been exactly stealthy in your searches, you know."
"Ok... well, how do you know this?"
"I saw them leaving his room together, today."
"And I should believe you why..?"
"Because I'm right. You don't see her anywhere around here do you?" Harry frowned at the point Malfoy had.
"Even so, why would you be telling me this?"
"You think I like a Slytherin dating wizarding trash, much less the Head Boy? I want you to intervene Potter."
"And how the hell do you expect me to do that?"
"Snape's right, you Are a dunderhead. Weasley's had a thing for you since your first year, maybe if you pay her a bit of attention, she'll drop Zabini."
"Hmm" was all Harry said. 'Not like it'd be hard to pay her attention at all,' a small voice said.
"So here's the deal, Potter. You keep the little weasel preoccupied, and I will make sure Zabini loses interest in her."
"Bloody hell you really are a git, Malfoy," Harry cursed, knocking him in the shoulder as he passed the blond haired boy.
Malfoy smirked, he knew Potter would try anyway to keep his precious mudblood lover from being hurt, and if that was the only way to do it - which it was - he would do it.
~*~
What on earth had she been thinking? Why didn't she just make a break for the door instead of teasing Zabini. "Urgh Ginny, get a hold of yourself." she murmured.
"Hey Gin," called a soft voice from behind her. She spun around to face him, insult in hand, but halted when she realised it was just Harry. Just Harry?! Was she actually disappointed that it wasn't Blaise? This had gone too far. She had to do something about this problem… yes, Zabini had become a problem. Her gaze snapped up to Harry, who was still standing there waiting for a response and regarding her curiously. A plan began to form in her head as she stared at him. She could use Harry to discourage Zabini from pursuing her further, and it wasn't like she was really using Harry, was it? He was the one she wanted to be with, not Blaise, she told herself.
"Um, Ginny?" Harry repeated, waving his hand before her. Her eyes focused suddenly and she smiled brightly at him.
"Hey Harry, going to breakfast?"
"Um yeah. We, that is Hermione, Ron and I, were just looking for you."
"Oh, yeah, I fell asleep in the library," she lied. "Worried about me, Harry?" She teased, causing him to laugh uneasily.
"Of course, Ginny." Somehow hearing those words didn't lift her spirits like they would have in the past. Shaking it off, she smiled kindly at him.
"Well, shall we find my brother and Hermione, and then head down to breakfast?" she questioned, linking her arm through his. Harry grinned at the attention he was receiving from her. It would make his job a lot easier, and nodded in agreement.
~*~
Blaise glowered at Weasley from across the Great Hall. It was thoroughly disgusting how she was hanging all over bloody Harry Potter. "Stupid mudblood lover.." he spat.
"That's more like it, Zabini." Malfoy chuckled. "Weasley's are nothing but wizard trash."
Blaise's jaw tightened, but he somehow managed not to permanently injure Malfoy for the comment, and instead muttered, "Yeah.." After another 10 minutes of cursing and glaring at Potter, he stormed out of the hall seeking someone or something to destroy. Malfoy watched Blaise retreat with malicious delight. His plan was working perfectly.
~*~
Ginny too noticed Blaise leave in a fit, and frowned a tad. Harry, observing that for once Malfoy seemed to be right, tried to get Ginny's mind off of him as quickly as possible.
"So Gin, you want to go for a walk?"
"Um, I'm not sure Harry." She liked hanging around him, but wanted to go after Blaise and see if his ribs might still be bothering him.
"Please Gin... come on!"
She sighed and nodded, "Very well Harry, but I've some work to finish up so we'll have to cut it short."
Harry grinned, and draped his arm around her. "Mhm… since when have you ever worried about school work?" She faked a grin and shrugged her shoulders, trying unsuccessfully to get him to remove his arm. They walked over to the lake, and she finally tugged away from him to skip a few rocks, only half-listening to him.
"… and next week is the Slytherin-Gryffindor game, you going Ginny?"
"Mhm," she murmured, not knowing to what she was agreeing. Harry's brow raised at this.
"You know, you're really ugly," he lied, testing his theory.
"Mhm."
"You look like Blaise Zabini on drugs, maybe?" he lied once more, testing another theory.
"Huh?" She asked, her head snapping up at the mention of Blaise's name.
"Nothing, love, you just weren't paying attention, that's all." She smiled faintly, but paled at him using the term love.
"Maybe the Weasel doesn't like hearing you ramble on and on about your majestically dull life, Potter?" drawled Zabini, as he stepped from the shadows of Hagrid's hut.
Could this day get any worse? He'd come out to escape them, and it was almost as if they'd followed him. Then he'd been forced to listen to their dismal attempt at conversation, but there was no way in hell that Potter was calling his Weasley 'Love'. He was a Slytherin, and a damn Zabini, he got what he wanted.
Harry stood, angry that Blaise was interrupting, "So sulking around and eavesdropping is a characteristic of all Slytherins, is it?"
"No, it's a characteristic of the Head Boy, Potter. Now get back to the castle, I've got to write Weasley here up."
"On what grounds!?!"
"This lake contains many special creatures, imbecile, you should know that. Weasley is throwing potentially damaging rocks at them, what else should I do?"
"That's shit, Zabini!"
"Watch it Potter, or I'll write you up too." Harry started to dare him to, but Ginny stepped in front of him, and gently pushed him in the direction of the castle.
"It's alright, Harry, I'll be fine. No need to get detention over something so silly." He frowned, and shot Zabini a glare, before sweeping Ginny up, off her feet, and into a hug. Startled, she grabbed his hips. Before she could say anything though, Harry replaced her on her feet, kissed her forehead, and started back to the castle.
Blaise clenched his fist, trying with all his might not to go after Potter and beat the living daylights out of him. It wasn't so much the hug that bothered him, as her reaction to the hug. She tensed when he touched her, and grabbed onto Potter when he merely hugged her.
"Like that, Weasel? Well that's another write up for PDA, Personal Display of Affection." Ginny rolled her eyes, and turned back around from watching Harry.
"What's this really about, Blaise? Why are you sulking about out here?"
"Don't know what your babbling about, Weasel, but you need to get back to the castle, so let's go." He took hold of her upper arm and started to walk towards Harry, but stopped when she gasped. "Wha…" his voice trailed off into nothing as he realised that Ginny had gasped in pain.
Before she could stop him, he lifted her sleeve and frowned at the cut that was still there from last time. It looked fresh, too, and infected. "Weasley, you really have a problems with knives, you know that right?"
She jerked her arm away, biting her lip as the action caused it to start bleeding again. "You don't know anything about it!" she yelled at him.
"So tell me! I'm all ears." He advanced slowly towards her, studying her expressions.
"I can't… can't explain anything to anyone... I'm sorry." And with that, she ran back to the castle.
~*~
She couldn't tell him what the cut was? He was a Slytherin. One who had helped her, yes, but nevertheless a Slytherin. Wasn't Harry her dream boy anymore..?
"STOP RIGHT THERE!!!"
Ginny froze, and turned around. Filch. Filch and his damn cat, Norris. Could this day get any worse? Fifteen long minutes and a lecture later, she stomped up the stairs, detention notice in hand. Tracking mud in the castle, her ass. Bloody bastard was to close to that cat, if you asked her.
"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes"
The portrait swung open, and she collapsed into one of the plush chairs in the common room. After a while, the headache from Filch's lecture began to subside, and she decided to start on some homework when she realised that her stuff was still in Zabini's room. Blaise…
Her mind trailed back to her earlier thoughts before Filch. Was Harry still the man of her dreams..? And in that instant she knew that he wasn't. Not that Blaise was either, but it would be true to say she liked him, she supposed. Ginny brushed a few tears away, and sighed, leaning back further into the chair, wishing she could sink into it and disappear.
"You ok Ginny? What'd he say to you?" Her eyes flew open. Oh this was just peachy. Harry.
"Um, well I convinced Zabini not to give me detention, but then Filch gave me detention with Snape for tracking non-existent mud into the castle."
"Oh, sorry.."
"Don't worry about it Harry." She smiled some, patting his arm. His eyes lit up a little at the gesture, and he paled a bit.
"Um… umm Gin, say wouldyouliketogotothecostumeballwithme?" he said in one rush.
This time she smiled sadly, she couldn't lead Harry on. Slytherin or not, Blaise was her crush, and she was going to ask him to the ball.
"I'm sorry, Harry... I can't."
"There's someone else isn't there?" She wondered how he could know, but nodded.
"Mhm, I'm sorry.."
"Me too Gin," he sighed wistfully.
Eager of avoiding an awkward silence, she stood, "I better get to detention with Snape, there'll be hell to pay if I'm late." With that, she made her exit quietly from the common room.
~*~
Ron came bursting in the common room moments after Ginny left.
"Ask her yet, Harry?"
"Nope.."
"Oh.. .ok. Wanna play Wizard Chess?"
Harry may not be going with Ginny to the ball, but he wasn't about to let her be hurt by that Slytherin git. He glanced at the time he was supposed to be in the dungeons on a slip of paper, and joined Ron at a table to play a game Wizard Chess.
~*~
He had seen Pothead come in from his walk without the youngest Weasley, and noticed Zabini murmuring to himself later about maybe having a chance with something. He would have a chance with Ginny Weasley when Hell froze over. He wrote a note to Potter, and slipped it to him. He would be the one supervising the Weasel. Smirking, he began to prepare himself for the fun ahead.
~*~
Of course the day got worse. Draco sodding Malfoy was supervising her detention, as Snape had said he had "Better things to do than oversee an idiot-child who couldn't wipe her feet at the door."
Bastard. She'd rather work for Snape any day than Malfoy. Well, she would make the potion, simple enough, and leave as soon as possible. In the middle of mixing her potion, she finally snapped. The entire time he had been smirking knowingly at her.
"WHAT!?!"
"Wishing it was another seventh year Slytherin supervising this little rendezvous?"
"I don't want to spend time with any other Slytherins, much less you."
"Ah, but much more than Zabini, hm..?"
"Wha- " he grasped her and pulled him closer, kissing her hard. She struggled to find some way to get away. All of a sudden, Harry was there and Malfoy was thrown across the room.
"Get off her! You ok Gin..?" She nodded, dizzy from the force Malfoy had used.
"Uh-huh.. I'm... fine," she saw Harry shoot Malfoy a glare, and him sneer back at him, but oddly enough neither insulted the other.
"I'm glad Zabini gave me this job tonight, little Weasel, I'll look around for you," he winked at her lewdly.
"Liar!" she shouted. Why would Blaise do that? He had to be lying.
"Oh really, Weasel...? Take a look at this pensieve." He pulled out his portable pensieve, and set it on a table in front of her. "Go ahead and see."
"You don't have to Gin.." Harry piped in. She frowned and peered closer in.
Suddenly, she was in the Great Hall. Blaise was eyeing Malfoy with contempt. "You go ahead and supervise the little bitch's detention, I've got some other things to do.." A pretty Ravenclaw girl appeared next to him, smiling invitingly.
Then her vision blurred and she was back in the dungeons with Harry and Malfoy. Harry looked strangely pale, and Malfoy looked elated. But none of that registered to Gin, her mind was still on Blaise. How could she have liked him? Of course he only wanted to use her - just like Riddle and Malfoy. All guys wanted was to use her.
What about Harry? a little voice in the back of her head nagged. She pushed past Harry quickly, unable to face either him or Malfoy and rushed to the Owlery, she had business to take care of. Her mind was racing as she wrote furiously, so furious in fact that she tore a small hole in the paper. She signed the letter swiftly, and sent it with Pigwidgeon.
She never wanted to see Blaise Zabini again, and when the post came tomorrow morning, he would know it too. Never again would she be so reckless in her decision making. And she was going to the Costume Party with Harry Potter.
~*~
So that was what she wanted, eh? Harry Potter? Well so be it. He'd thought he had seen the truth in her eyes yesterday by the lake, but he must have been wrong. But did it have to be with Potter? The bitch was probably just trying to make Potter jealous with him or something. He threw the letter into the fire, and watched it disintegrate into ash. She was right about one thing though. If you can't beat them, join them. He rubbed his forearm gingerly, thinking about the pain at tonight's induction ceremony.