AN: Sorry for the long wait but here is the next chapter. I now know what Blaise looks like thanks to the HBP but I'm deciding to ignore that, I already had a clear picture of him in my head and I think I prefer my version of him, lol.


Chapter Four.

What the hell was she thinking? Had she gone mad? She must have done if she told him that she needed him. She had coped for the last 6 years, she didn't need him. He could go rot in hell where he belongs for all she cared. Deep down she knew that she was wrong and she did need him, but she was not going to let that damn ferret know that. After he had told her that she wasn't worth it she had gone home, cried a bit and then realised that he was the same person he was back in his earlier years at Hogwarts. A stupid prat who only cared about himself. She was begining to wish that he was dead, then she wouldn't have to deal with all the aching inside - knowing that she never meant anything to him.

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That was by far the stupidest thing he had ever done. She had gone for good now and he didn't really blame her, he had made her feel like she was a piece of dirt on the bottom of his shoe. What gave her the right to come to him after 6 years? She had no idea what he had been through and she finally decided to come looking for him now. She thought you were dead though, the sane side of his brain was saying. Did she really think that? Well anyway she was gone now and she was never coming back, he could go back to being dead now. At least no Auror's were after him, no deatheaters either so he could live in peace.

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"Gin, we need to talk."

Great just what I need, another lecture from little miss perfect aka Hermione. "Yes Hermione?"

They walked into the livingroom where they sat on the large comfy sofa. Ginny already knew what this little chat would be about, she could already predict what was going to be said 'Oh Ginny I know this year will be 5 years since Harry died, you need to move on, we all miss him too.' She sighed inside, she had gotten over Harry's death pretty quickly actually.

"What's wrong Ginny? You have been even more distant than usual these few weeks." started Hermione, treading carefully. She didn't want to upset her any more than necessary.

"Oh the usual." she answered vaguely, waving it off as though it had been nothing.

"Upset over Harry still? I know this time of year is difficult for you, it is for all of us." She spoke slowly and clearly as though speaking to a small child.

"No, just bumped into someone from school that I'd rather not have seen." She stood up to leave.

"Well at least it wasn't Malfoy, eh?" Smiled Hermione.

If only she knew the truth. "Yeh, well I'll be see you some other time. Got to go to work."

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She had never been more greatful for work. She loved her job as a healer in St Mungo's but she'd rather be out and about or sat, actually talking to the patients. She never got to be a counciller like she had always wanted, when she left Hogwarts the war was still raging and the demand for Healers was much greater so she had taken a crash course in healing and started work 2 weeks later. She had only been working for 3 weeks when Voldemort was killed.

She hoped that the hospital was busy today, she needed to get stuck into her work to stop her from thinking about that git Malfoy. She know she shouldn't work when she was in such a bad mood, it wouldn't be good for the patients, but she found that her work calmed her. It made her feel normal.

5 minutes later she was marching through the main doors at St Mungo's, trying to tame her wild red hair back into a ponytail and shooting glares at various members of staff. She almost laughed when she saw them back slowly away, at least they knew to avoid her when she was in a bad mood. She went over to the board to check which patients she had to deal with today. Oh great, not Mrs. Parker, she can never control her bladder. Seriously the only treatment I can ever give her is a quick 'scourgify' to clean up her mess.

All day she was rushed off her feet and she was enjoying a short break in the afternoon when her brother Ron burst in, disturbing any peace she had hoped to get and causing her to spill her coffee down her work uniform.

"Gin, you need to get home now!" he nearly yelled.

"Ron, I'm working. I'll be home in a few hours." she said as she stood up ready to get back to work.

"Ginny you don't understand." he grabbed her arm. "It's a matter of life and death most likely, you are in danger if you stay here."

She looked at her brother who was frantic with worry, scribbled down a quick note to her collegues to inform them of what had happened and why she had gone and apparated back to the burrow with a loud POP. She'd have to deal with the consequences the next day.

She arrived in the kitchen and looked around to see all of her family crowded around the table, grave expressions on their faces. She took a seat between Ron and Fred, it was a tight squeeze but she managed it.

"What's wrong?" she asked, she was dying to know what was so important that she had to leave work early.

"I was informed at work from a collegue that there is a band of deatheaters planning to attack and soon. We are all in danger, especially you Ginny." Mr. Weasley spoke slowly and clearly. He looked like he was struggling to understand it himself, afterall Voldemort had been dead for 5 years.

"What a load of crap." Ginny snorted, "Anyway why am I in more danger?"

This recieved a glare from her mother before her father continued. "Think about it, you are the only daughter of mine. You would be a great help to any deatheater that could get their hands on you. You are also the first girl in generations to be born into the Weasley family. You are a talented witch."

She felt sick. Deatheaters were after her? "Who was this person that informed you, dad?"

"Zabini, Blaise Zabini."

"But Zabini's a deatheater dad!" came the angry voice of Ron, "Why would he tell you anything?"

Ginny kept her mouth shut, she knew he wasn't a deatheater. Well he certainly wasn't at school, he hated anything to do with Voldemort and his deatheaters, but she hadn't seen him in years - too many memories of Draco so who knows what he was now?

"He's not, I can assure you Ron. Do you really think he would be allowed to work at the ministry if he was?" Mr. Weasley said.

Ron coughed something which sounded like 'Lucius Malfoy' before Mr. Weasley continued, "It's a pity Malfoy Jr is dead really, he would have been a great help to us. He would know a lot about the deatheaters and might have been able to help."

"Dad what the hell are you thinking?" came another loud voice, this time Fred.

"He was a good for nothing deatheater, pure evil, he was plotting to kill Dumbledore." finished George.

This made Ginny angry, sure she may hate the git but he was not a deatheater. How many times had she comforted him at night in the bathrooms when he was crying his eyes out, looking for a way out of the mess he had gotten himself into. Especially when Myrtle wasn't being helpful. He was human too.

"HE WAS NOT A DEATHEATER!" Ginny yelled as everyone turned to look at her, "HE DIDN'T WANT TO KILL DUMBLEDORE AND HE DIDN'T."

"Ginny?" questioned Bill.

"Sorry, please excuse me. I have someone I have to go and see, I'll be back in time for dinner." She rose from the table and apparated away leaving the rest of her family with looks of shock on their faces.

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She arrived in front of a red telephone box, she entered and dialed the numbers 6 - 2 - 4 - 4 - 2.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business." came the cool female voice.

"Ginevra Weasley, here to speak with Blaise Zabini."

"Thank you." came the voice again, "Please take your badge and attach it to the front of your robes."

She picked up the silver badge which read 'Ginevra Weasley, visitor for Mr. Zabini.' With that the telephone box began to shudder and fell through the ground spinning fast until all the light had gone. This was certainly not one of her favourite things to do.

10 minutes later she was standing outside his office, not bothering to knock she walked straight in.

"Ah Ginny, I thought I'd be seeing you." Blaise's voice was calm and his blue eyes sparkled in the light. "What can I do for you?" He asked as he brushed his messy black curls away from his eyes.

"He's alive and I know where he is."


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