Miss.Independent.
By: Arabella
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, do you think I'd be posting it here for free? Exactly. However, the plot's mine. Touch and die.
Recommended Story: Playing With Fire (Draco/Ginny) - Crimson, The Weasel and The Kneazle (Draco/Ginny) - Davesmom , Aflame (Blaise/Ginny) - Davesmom., Fallen Angel (Remus/Ginny) - Phantom Quill., Finding A Friend (Draco/Ginny) - Tikal.
A/N: I believe, though I may be mistaken, that the gathering of Deatheaters was referred to as 'Dark revels'.
Chapter Six: The Potions Mistress.
Bloody Dumbledore! What was he playing at? Having him room with a Weasley?! Because of his last name, Zabini, the scroll had automatically slotted him in as room mate to Ginny Weasley. Cursing his rotten luck, he summoned his bags to follow him and headed to his new room. Smirking maliciously he slammed the door open, hoping to startle the redhead.
Once again, his plans were foiled.
There was no indignant screeching, or any movement in the small quarters at all. Grumbling to himself, he headed to find the bedroom unoccupied. He frowned as he noted that Ginny's bedroom seemed larger than his, but it was liveable, he supposed. He pulled a few sets of robes from his bags and started to unpack, but he found that the drawers were full of Weasley's things, along with the closet.
"Urgh..." he murmured. Maybe he would unpack later. For now, he decided to tour the school and get familiar with it again.
It was as if he'd never left school. He remembered every hidden passage and classroom. He let his feet carry him, as his mind wandered back to his school years. He couldn't believe he was actually back. While the bad memories far outweighed the good, he was still drawn to this school. Perhaps, because it had been the closest thing to a home he'd ever had. And it was stable, he could count on Hogwarts to be here whenever he needed it.
He looked up, wondering where he'd been walking to. Ah, the potions room! A semblance of a smile crossed his face. Some of his happier memories had taken place in this room. He had practically considered Severus his father for a while, before… things had gotten so messed up in the war. Sighing, he shook the thought from his head, and pushed the door open, entering quietly.
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Ginny stepped into the room a few moments later, frowning at how it had gotten dark so suddenly. It was naturally dank and dreary in the potions dungeon, but she tried to keep it well lit at least. Oh well, she knew her way around this room like the back of her hand and where everything was placed. She needed to hurry and finish a potion for Remus Lupin, anyway. She'd assumed the job, though she didn't mind it at all, of making Lupin's monthly werewolf potion. This month, had flown by so quickly, she'd forgotten that her supply of Wolfsbane potion was nearly out, and she needed to make more.
Gathering the ingredients, she hurriedly threw them into the simmering cauldron. She knelt down to stoke the fire beneath the cauldron, but straightened instantly as she heard something behind her rustling.
"Who's there...?" her wand was already out. She was on many a Death Eater's hit list now, and she wasn't about to give up without a fight. She looked around for a moment, hearing absolutely nothing but her own breathing.
"Gin… you're going crazy," she muttered to herself, and returned to the potion.
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A faint smile glimpsed his lips as he watched her from where he stood. He should have known better than to think she wouldn't hear him, but he hadn't been able to resist the temptation to see what she would do. Weasley, the Potions Mistress? Well, he mused, she had always been talented in Potions. He frowned at her rushed behaviour, though, but relaxed when he realised why she was hurrying when he saw the ingredients that would make the wolfsbane potion for Lupin. Mentally he calculated the days till the new moon, three days. No wonder she was hurrying, Lupin would have to take the potion a few days ahead of the moon so it could have time to react with his Lycan blood stream.
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Ginny sighed with relief once the potion was finally finished about an hour later. Bottling it up, she hurried over to the fireplace, pinching a bit of powder as well. She threw the powder into the fire and shouted, "Remus Lupin!" A few seconds later, Remus's head popped into the fire and stared up at her, smiling. "Potion ready, Ginny?"
"Yes Professor, finally. I'm sorry it took so long." He waved aside her apologies, as he stepped out of the fire place, dusting soot from his robes.
"Don't worry about it, Gin, and I think you can dispense with the 'Professor' title now. Please just call me Remus." She laughed and handed him the oddly shaped bottle.
"Alright, Remus. How're things going? Heard anything about Harry?"
"Things are much better since… well since the war ended, as you know. And Harry's just about done with Auror training. You know he asked about you last week when I saw him." Lupin grinned secretively, his mind wandering back to Harry's not-so subtle questioning of what he knew about Ginny's love life.
"Oh?" Ginny asked, blushing slightly, "Well, tell him to stop by and ask me himself sometime."
Remus's grin grew, "Exactly what I told him, Ginny." He stopped abruptly, and glanced around apprehensively. "Is someone else here, Ginny?" He sniffed the air somewhat, picking up a different scent.
"No… just me, why?"
"Oh… no reason I suppose. The full moon just makes me a little crazy and over sensitive I suppose. But I'd better get going though. Thanks again for the potion, Gin."
"No problem." She smiled and waved at him.
After a wave goodbye, Remus stepped into the fire and he soon disappeared. She extinguished the fire, plunging the entire dungeons into pitch black. She was in the process of shutting and locking the door to her office carefully, when she heard the rustling noise again. She had heard something earlier; Lupin had commented on something being different, and here was this noise again. This was not a coincidence, someone was there, with her.
"Okay, I know someone's in here. Show yourself." She took a cautious step out in front of her, listening acutely for anything, grasping onto her wand so tight her knuckles turned white. She started to illuminate the room with a 'Lumos' spell, but decided that would only give her stalker the advantage of knowing where she was. So, she carefully took another step towards the door, and slammed right into a wall. Well, it felt like a wall anyway. She almost fell, except for the wall's arms came around her, preventing the fall. Ginny froze instantly. "Who are you?" the body holding her close shook lightly with laughter.
"Did you forget me so soon, Weasley?" Blaise asked quietly.
'No, it can't be', Ginny thought to herself, panicking. What was he doing down here?
"Zabini?" She squeaked, pulling an arm out from the embrace he still held her in. Her free hand travelled up what she thought had been a wall, and traced the facial features of the man, and she barely suppressed a gasp. No. He would not do this to her again. She wrenched free, stumbling back a little.
"None other, Weasley."
"What are you doing here?"
"I was bored."
"What do you need?"
Pause.
"Nothing. Sorry to have disturbed you, Weasley. Feel free to write your love letter to Potter once I'm gone." He turned away, and started to try and find his way to the door.
Instant indignation swelled up in Ginny, how dare he eavesdrop on her conversation and then mock her.
"Wait just a damn minute, Zabini," she called. He stopped instantly, but she was already walking toward him, unable to see him in the dark. She grabbed his shirt sleeve, and intended to turn him around to face her, but somehow lost her footing and fell into him. This time, he wasn't ready for her, and fell too. Ginny lucked out , as Blaise broke her fall quite comfortably.
"You know, Weasley, you really need to stop doing this."
"Oh as if I'd choose to fall on you, Zabini."
"Well… this is twice you've fallen onto a man, all in one day, Weasley, coincidence, I think not," he drawled, wondering how riled up he could get her.
"It's called not being able to see, Zabini, you idiot."
"It's called 'Lumos', Weasley." At that point his wand glowed, and an eerie light covered them. Ginny's eyes widened as she realised not that she was still lying on top of him, but that she didn't mind it at all.
Blaise, on the other hand, was fighting a losing battle. He had been furious that she still even thought about Potter, and had tried to leave undetected, but of course was caught. Then she'd fallen into him, and traced his face with her slender finger. Needless to say, his anger had vanished. Only to be replaced by a desire, that was growing steadily every moment she was atop of him. He'd tried to keep his voice neutral, and tone menacing, but she just wouldn't let him be. The damn klutz was turning him on and she didn't even realise it.
Steeling himself against her, he pushed her off of him. He stood quickly, brushing his robes off. Ginny grimaced when she saw the action.
"Haven't grown out of your 'Weasley filth be gone' habit I see?"
A fine brow arched at this. "Well, as it looks like I'll be living with you, I better get over it, I'd say."
Ginny started to retort coolly, when she realised what he'd said. "WHAT?!"
"Geez, Weasley... can it or you'll wake students up."
"What?!" Ginny repeated the question, although she knew exactly what he'd said… she just couldn't quite believe it. How could this have happened?
"Uhh... deaf and dumb as well, I see."
"Fuck you, Zabini!" she yelled, and stormed out of the dungeon.
Blaise stood there, watching her leave; watching the curve of her slender body as she stormed off. Even when angry, she still turned him on.
"Talk about a major case of déjá vu'.." he murmured quietly, before letting himself out of the dungeons. "..this is going to be interesting," he remarked, wondering just what the hell he was in for.
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A/N: Was it worth the wait? And thank my brilliant beta, Carolyn, for her editing! ~Arabella~
By: Arabella
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, do you think I'd be posting it here for free? Exactly. However, the plot's mine. Touch and die.
Recommended Story: Playing With Fire (Draco/Ginny) - Crimson, The Weasel and The Kneazle (Draco/Ginny) - Davesmom , Aflame (Blaise/Ginny) - Davesmom., Fallen Angel (Remus/Ginny) - Phantom Quill., Finding A Friend (Draco/Ginny) - Tikal.
A/N: I believe, though I may be mistaken, that the gathering of Deatheaters was referred to as 'Dark revels'.
Chapter Six: The Potions Mistress.
Bloody Dumbledore! What was he playing at? Having him room with a Weasley?! Because of his last name, Zabini, the scroll had automatically slotted him in as room mate to Ginny Weasley. Cursing his rotten luck, he summoned his bags to follow him and headed to his new room. Smirking maliciously he slammed the door open, hoping to startle the redhead.
Once again, his plans were foiled.
There was no indignant screeching, or any movement in the small quarters at all. Grumbling to himself, he headed to find the bedroom unoccupied. He frowned as he noted that Ginny's bedroom seemed larger than his, but it was liveable, he supposed. He pulled a few sets of robes from his bags and started to unpack, but he found that the drawers were full of Weasley's things, along with the closet.
"Urgh..." he murmured. Maybe he would unpack later. For now, he decided to tour the school and get familiar with it again.
It was as if he'd never left school. He remembered every hidden passage and classroom. He let his feet carry him, as his mind wandered back to his school years. He couldn't believe he was actually back. While the bad memories far outweighed the good, he was still drawn to this school. Perhaps, because it had been the closest thing to a home he'd ever had. And it was stable, he could count on Hogwarts to be here whenever he needed it.
He looked up, wondering where he'd been walking to. Ah, the potions room! A semblance of a smile crossed his face. Some of his happier memories had taken place in this room. He had practically considered Severus his father for a while, before… things had gotten so messed up in the war. Sighing, he shook the thought from his head, and pushed the door open, entering quietly.
~*~
Ginny stepped into the room a few moments later, frowning at how it had gotten dark so suddenly. It was naturally dank and dreary in the potions dungeon, but she tried to keep it well lit at least. Oh well, she knew her way around this room like the back of her hand and where everything was placed. She needed to hurry and finish a potion for Remus Lupin, anyway. She'd assumed the job, though she didn't mind it at all, of making Lupin's monthly werewolf potion. This month, had flown by so quickly, she'd forgotten that her supply of Wolfsbane potion was nearly out, and she needed to make more.
Gathering the ingredients, she hurriedly threw them into the simmering cauldron. She knelt down to stoke the fire beneath the cauldron, but straightened instantly as she heard something behind her rustling.
"Who's there...?" her wand was already out. She was on many a Death Eater's hit list now, and she wasn't about to give up without a fight. She looked around for a moment, hearing absolutely nothing but her own breathing.
"Gin… you're going crazy," she muttered to herself, and returned to the potion.
~*~
A faint smile glimpsed his lips as he watched her from where he stood. He should have known better than to think she wouldn't hear him, but he hadn't been able to resist the temptation to see what she would do. Weasley, the Potions Mistress? Well, he mused, she had always been talented in Potions. He frowned at her rushed behaviour, though, but relaxed when he realised why she was hurrying when he saw the ingredients that would make the wolfsbane potion for Lupin. Mentally he calculated the days till the new moon, three days. No wonder she was hurrying, Lupin would have to take the potion a few days ahead of the moon so it could have time to react with his Lycan blood stream.
~*~
Ginny sighed with relief once the potion was finally finished about an hour later. Bottling it up, she hurried over to the fireplace, pinching a bit of powder as well. She threw the powder into the fire and shouted, "Remus Lupin!" A few seconds later, Remus's head popped into the fire and stared up at her, smiling. "Potion ready, Ginny?"
"Yes Professor, finally. I'm sorry it took so long." He waved aside her apologies, as he stepped out of the fire place, dusting soot from his robes.
"Don't worry about it, Gin, and I think you can dispense with the 'Professor' title now. Please just call me Remus." She laughed and handed him the oddly shaped bottle.
"Alright, Remus. How're things going? Heard anything about Harry?"
"Things are much better since… well since the war ended, as you know. And Harry's just about done with Auror training. You know he asked about you last week when I saw him." Lupin grinned secretively, his mind wandering back to Harry's not-so subtle questioning of what he knew about Ginny's love life.
"Oh?" Ginny asked, blushing slightly, "Well, tell him to stop by and ask me himself sometime."
Remus's grin grew, "Exactly what I told him, Ginny." He stopped abruptly, and glanced around apprehensively. "Is someone else here, Ginny?" He sniffed the air somewhat, picking up a different scent.
"No… just me, why?"
"Oh… no reason I suppose. The full moon just makes me a little crazy and over sensitive I suppose. But I'd better get going though. Thanks again for the potion, Gin."
"No problem." She smiled and waved at him.
After a wave goodbye, Remus stepped into the fire and he soon disappeared. She extinguished the fire, plunging the entire dungeons into pitch black. She was in the process of shutting and locking the door to her office carefully, when she heard the rustling noise again. She had heard something earlier; Lupin had commented on something being different, and here was this noise again. This was not a coincidence, someone was there, with her.
"Okay, I know someone's in here. Show yourself." She took a cautious step out in front of her, listening acutely for anything, grasping onto her wand so tight her knuckles turned white. She started to illuminate the room with a 'Lumos' spell, but decided that would only give her stalker the advantage of knowing where she was. So, she carefully took another step towards the door, and slammed right into a wall. Well, it felt like a wall anyway. She almost fell, except for the wall's arms came around her, preventing the fall. Ginny froze instantly. "Who are you?" the body holding her close shook lightly with laughter.
"Did you forget me so soon, Weasley?" Blaise asked quietly.
'No, it can't be', Ginny thought to herself, panicking. What was he doing down here?
"Zabini?" She squeaked, pulling an arm out from the embrace he still held her in. Her free hand travelled up what she thought had been a wall, and traced the facial features of the man, and she barely suppressed a gasp. No. He would not do this to her again. She wrenched free, stumbling back a little.
"None other, Weasley."
"What are you doing here?"
"I was bored."
"What do you need?"
Pause.
"Nothing. Sorry to have disturbed you, Weasley. Feel free to write your love letter to Potter once I'm gone." He turned away, and started to try and find his way to the door.
Instant indignation swelled up in Ginny, how dare he eavesdrop on her conversation and then mock her.
"Wait just a damn minute, Zabini," she called. He stopped instantly, but she was already walking toward him, unable to see him in the dark. She grabbed his shirt sleeve, and intended to turn him around to face her, but somehow lost her footing and fell into him. This time, he wasn't ready for her, and fell too. Ginny lucked out , as Blaise broke her fall quite comfortably.
"You know, Weasley, you really need to stop doing this."
"Oh as if I'd choose to fall on you, Zabini."
"Well… this is twice you've fallen onto a man, all in one day, Weasley, coincidence, I think not," he drawled, wondering how riled up he could get her.
"It's called not being able to see, Zabini, you idiot."
"It's called 'Lumos', Weasley." At that point his wand glowed, and an eerie light covered them. Ginny's eyes widened as she realised not that she was still lying on top of him, but that she didn't mind it at all.
Blaise, on the other hand, was fighting a losing battle. He had been furious that she still even thought about Potter, and had tried to leave undetected, but of course was caught. Then she'd fallen into him, and traced his face with her slender finger. Needless to say, his anger had vanished. Only to be replaced by a desire, that was growing steadily every moment she was atop of him. He'd tried to keep his voice neutral, and tone menacing, but she just wouldn't let him be. The damn klutz was turning him on and she didn't even realise it.
Steeling himself against her, he pushed her off of him. He stood quickly, brushing his robes off. Ginny grimaced when she saw the action.
"Haven't grown out of your 'Weasley filth be gone' habit I see?"
A fine brow arched at this. "Well, as it looks like I'll be living with you, I better get over it, I'd say."
Ginny started to retort coolly, when she realised what he'd said. "WHAT?!"
"Geez, Weasley... can it or you'll wake students up."
"What?!" Ginny repeated the question, although she knew exactly what he'd said… she just couldn't quite believe it. How could this have happened?
"Uhh... deaf and dumb as well, I see."
"Fuck you, Zabini!" she yelled, and stormed out of the dungeon.
Blaise stood there, watching her leave; watching the curve of her slender body as she stormed off. Even when angry, she still turned him on.
"Talk about a major case of déjá vu'.." he murmured quietly, before letting himself out of the dungeons. "..this is going to be interesting," he remarked, wondering just what the hell he was in for.
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A/N: Was it worth the wait? And thank my brilliant beta, Carolyn, for her editing! ~Arabella~