Chapter 3

A/N: Horrible writers block. I'm sorry. I'm dealing with a lot of crap lately. I do not own any of the characters. The little I own is not enough for my wedding which is getting delayed till 2009. Everything else is owned by the great JK. Rowling.


For the past two weeks, Ron eyed his baby sister intently in case anyone became fresh with her. But to his delight, yet disappointment in not being able to plummet someone to his or her death because of his sister, no one had done anything of the lot to Ginny Weasley. While Ron and Hermione were busy making goggle eyes at each other, Ginny managed to slip away from the Gryffindor common room and outside to the grounds. It was well past seven on a Saturday night. No one really was down at dinner because that day was their Hogsmead trip, so no one was really that hungry. She stood outside, twirling in the cold night, when someone clearing his or her throat startled her.

"Mister Zabini. What a pleasant surprise," Ginny drawled in a Malfoy manner.

"Likewise," he said, his spiky hair intact despite the wind.

"Has anyone ever told you, you look like a porcupine?" Ginny asked walking over to Blaise, her newfound Slytherin friend.

"No one but you, love," he said smiling at her. "What are you doing out here on a windy night? Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"Bedtime at the age of sixteen that's out of the question," she said.

"Not yet of age so you must be in bed tucked in and warm," he said.

"I know. Strange isn't it? I'm not that sleepy," she smiled.

"Very," he said. "Would you care to join me in a nightly stroll? We have things to discuss."

"We? When has the issue become "us"? I'm still amazed at the fact that you've befriended me. Of all people, you befriended a Weasley," she admired.

"Strange how life works, doesn't it Weasley?" he asked, amusement dancing in his tone.

"Stop calling me Weasley. I have a name and it's Ginevra. But can you please call me Ginny or Gin," she sighed as they linked arms.

"If you say so my love," he smiled.

"Now, what is it that "we" have to discuss?" she asked, curiosity stirring in her.

"Well, about my dear friend Draco Malfoy," he said. "You see, my dear friend has found a sort of… attraction in you that only you can sate. Now, not that I'm prying into your private life, nor will I tell anyone, I assure, but have you ever been sexually involved with anyone?"

Ginny laughed a nervous laugh, "Uh… as a matter of fact, I have. Not that I'm proud of it or am I bragging."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to ask any names. But tell me, what if your encounter was with the certain ferret named: Draco Malfoy?"

Ginny sighed and rested her head on Blaise's shoulder. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like. All the whispers she would hear in the middle of the night on how enjoyable sex is with Draco. How he would make them yearn for pleasure… "Well, I really couldn't imagine how or why that would happen between him and me," she said pushing the thought from her head. Blaise and Ginny walked a little bit longer talking until it was well past eight at night.

"I better get up to the Gryffindor tower before my brother calls every Auror in the Ministry to look for me," she scoffed.

"Well, have a good night Miss Weasley," he said as he retreated down the hallway towards the dungeons.

"Goodnight Mister Zabini," she called back. She smiled to herself and walked up to her room.


"What in fuck's name are you doing in my room?" Draco garbled as he closed his Potion's book and pushed it away from him.

"I talked with the lady of your dreams," Blaise said as he took a chair and sat on it with its back pressed against his chest.

"What lady of my dreams?" Draco asked, his brow rutted in confusion.

"Ginevra Weasley, sixth year Gryffindor; very unlike her brothers she is. She has a spark of Slytherin inside her waiting to come out," he smirked.

"You talked to her, again. Where the hell was I?" Draco asked.

"In here I assume doing homework like the pansy you are or maybe patting your phallus," Blaise laughed.

"Shove off," Draco said as he walked over to his bed and lay on it facing the ceiling. "What did you two talk about?"

"I promised myself I wouldn't say but I assure you, she'd be quite the catch if you get your arse up and get the courage to talk to her," he pointed out.

"She's a Weasley for Merlin's sake. What's so great about her?" Draco asked, disgust lingering in his voice.

"You tell me. You're the one obsessed with her," Blaise said as he got up.

"Don't remind me. I wake up in cold sweats thinking she's here," Draco said getting up and walking into the connected bathroom in his bedroom.

"Well, accept it mate. And relinquish yourself from being obsessed. It will not get you anywhere but St. Mungo's," he said. With that, he grabbed his cloak and left the bedroom.


And it was true. He was obsessed like never before and now he was in too deep. There was nothing he could say. Endless nights thinking the redhead was in his bed would cause him to whack off in the middle of the night to her.

The following morning he skipped breakfast and decided to walk around out on the grounds. He grabbed his cloak and walked outside only to see his redhead playing with that same white kitten. To his surprise, that kitten was the way to her heart. Juliya was sitting on a bench reading a Divination book and scribbling frantically onto a roll of parchment.

"I can't believe you didn't do that last night. Where were you?" Ginny asked. Draco stood behind a tree eavesdropping on their conversation.

"I was with this guy, William. We were shagging in the astronomy tower," she said as if she were talking about the weather.

"You what? What happened to your said boyfriend?" Ginny asked as she picked up Sage and placed her inside her cloak.

"He's boring. All he ever talks about is Quidditch. It's boring. How can you stand it?" asked Juliya as she looked up placing the tip of her quill in her mouth.

"Stand the talk of Quidditch?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah. How can you stand boys talking about it," she asked.

"Well, if you see it this way, I grew up with six brothers. Percy's a dimwit so I'll count it to be just five brothers. And Harry... well, Harry liked Quidditch. I wasn't going to keep it away from him so I put up with his fascination. Besides, I played Quidditch here at Hogwarts up until now. And well, you know I get along better with the male species so, I've learned to appreciate the talk of Quidditch," she said taking Juliya's Divination book away.


"Malfoy," said a cold female's voice, "What are you doing out here in the cold?"

Draco spun around and faced Leandra, "Vern. I would fancy asking you the same question."

"I need to... ask you a little something," she said teasingly; her index finger trailed down the white buttons up Draco's school shirt.

"And.. What would that be?" he asked.

"What's this I hear... this I hear about a certain Weasley girl?" she said crossing her arms across her breasts.

"Weasley girl? What about the Weasley?" he asked cursing Blaise in his head.

"Well, I've been hearing rumors about the lot of you. Saying things like, 'you want to shag her' and things of the sort," she said.

Draco growled. He spun so fast his robes swayed behind him. He ran up to the castle and into the Slytherin common room. He only saw a few scared first years and up the staircase towards the boy's dormitories. He reached the 7th year dormitory and yanked the door open. Leandra had just appeared at the top of the staircase. She was breathing heavily.

"BLAISE!" he bellowed.

Blaise was lying on his bed staring at the top of his four poster bed with dark green hangings. He looked over at Draco and then at Leandra, his ex girlfriend. He chuckled and stood up with no effort whatsoever.

"What is it, Malfoy?" he said lazily leaning against the wooden poles of his four poster bed.

"How does she know about her!" he whispered in a pestilent voice.

"I tell you the truth that I do not know. Maybe she overheard my conversation with the her, as you put it, out on the grounds the other night," he said, shoving his hands inside his jean pockets.

"Oh really," he said ignoring Leandra as she tried to explain how she had found out.

"Can-" started Leandra for the hundredth time in two minutes time.

"If you could be any more of a half-wit!"

"I-" Leandra was cut off again.

"SHUT UP!" Blaise and Draco shouted at Leandra.

"I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU TWO THAT I HEARD IT FROM PANSY!" and with that she stalked off.

"She's doing it on purpose. She noticed, didn't she? She noticed me staring at her and you didn't tell me anything?"

"I didn't notice her noticing anything of the lot," he said defensively.

"Right," and with that he pushed Blaise aside and stalked off towards his first class.


"Weasley, right?" Leandra said to Ginny falling in step with her.

"Ginevra. Weasley is my last name," Ginny retorted.

"Ginevra," Leandra repeated. "What's your relationship with Blaise Zabini?"

"We're just acquaintances. Why? What's it to you?" she eyed Leandra conspicuously.

"Well..." she started. "You're obviously looking for a way to get to my best friend and of course using Zabini is the clear shot to it. But you know, getting yourself with the bad crowd, that is to say to those who despise us Slytherins, you're in on all the fun. What I'm saying is, if you're associating yourself with Zabini to get in with the crowd, well you're a smart girl. But if you're using him to get to my best friend, that's not the way to go."

"I.. Really don't know what you're talking about," Ginny said utterly confused.

"You're a smart girl, Weasley. Figure it out," she tapped Ginny's back and hurried off for class.

Ginny walked slowly off for Herbology, Colin Creevey catching up with her ready for gossip. They talked animatedly until Professor Sprout called for silence.

"So, what exactly did he say?" Colin whispered over at Ginny.

"Well," she looked up to check that Professor Sprout wasn't anywhere near, "Well, he said, not in his exact words of course, but he said that it seems that I'm getting under his skin, not literally of course."

"You're bluffing. No, really. What did he say?" Colin said as he poked a pod with his knife.

"I'm being serious. He sorta implied that I'm somewhat doing that. You should've been there Colin," Ginny sighed.

"Well, Zabini would've cursed me into oblivion if he had seen me, Colin said."

"Creevey. Weasley. I hope you're talking about a way to open those pods," Professor Sprout said rounding up on Ginny and Colin.

After class Ginny and Colin set off for Divination. They waited patiently for Professor Trelawny. Ginny looked around for Juliya but she never arrived. Instead of doing her work, she sat in deep thought about the conversation she had the night before with Blaise. When the bell rang Ginny and Colin set off for lunch. She grabbed a sandwich and a jug full of pumpkin juice. Juliya came walking briskly into the Hall accompanied by Harry. She smiled gleefully at Ginny and squeezed herself between Ginny and Colin.

"I heard," she said.

"Heard what? You didn't even show up for Herbology or Divination. Where were you?" Ginny asked grabbing another sandwich.

"I heard about you and Zabini. It's the talk of the student body right now. And I heard it in the library. Malfoy and that prudish Millicent Bullstrode were in the library too, talking about you having such conversational meetings with Zabini."

"Wah?" Ginny managed to say while chewing on some chips.

"Mhmm," Juliya nodded, "And, you would never guess who is having a row with Draco about it. Pansy Parkinson. They broke up not too long ago. She was distraught. The poor wench. Don't like her much but unfortunately because of my parents I have to see her every damn summer holiday," she mumbled.

"Ahh, well. That's her deal. It's not like anything's going to happen between me and the "amazing" bouncing ferret," Ginny laughed.

"Watch who you call a ferret, weasel," someone said behind Ginny.

Ginny turned around and looked up to see the pale face of Draco Malfoy, his cold grey eyes piercing her chocolate ones. She snorted and went back to her lunch.

"Didn't your parents teach you any manners towards your superiors? Especially proud Purebloods like myself?" he stuffed his hands inside his cloak pockets.

"Hmm, well," Ginny said standing up to face him better, though she only reached the tip of his chin and touched her own chin with her forefinger as if deep in though, "They did teach me to respect my superiors even if they were rude to me to begin with. They did not specify that I should have manners towards people like you but they did say to treat everyone as an equal and with utter respect. I guess," she smirked a bit, "I'll make an exception with you and forget I have manners."

The entire Gryffindor table burst into an applause with catcalls and laughing. It was the talk of the day. Ginny lay in bed that night thinking about that same conversation with Blaise when a beautiful eagle owl swooped down and tapped the window next to Ginny's bed with its beak. She slowly got up and opened the window letting the owl swoop in. She carefully took the note from its foot and off it went back to the owlery.

'Miss Weasley,

If it's not too late for you to be out on the grounds, meet me by the Astronomy Tower. I want to talk to you about something.

-B. Zabini'

She grabbed her dark robes, which she bought with all the pocket money she had saved, and crept down to the Common Room. She opened the portrait and took off in a speedy run towards the Astronomy Tower. It was well past eleven at night. If she were to be caught at this hour by Filch, especially Snape, she'd be in deep, deep trouble. She reached the landing and slowly walked up the spiral staircase.

"Nice to see you, Miss Weasley," Blaise said nonchalantly.

"Why such a late meeting, Mr. Zabini?" she asked leaning against the wall.

"Well, I figured you'd be doing your homework like a good little girl and decided to have a late meeting," he said folding his arms across his chest.

"Hmm, I see. Well, what's this meeting about?" she asked raising a perfectly shaped scarlet red eyebrow. "Ahh, wait. Don't tell me: Draco "I'm the King of the world" Malfoy, right?"

"Good guess my little kitten," he smiled. "See, there's this Hogsmead trip happening next weekend and I was wondering, in a pleading way, if you'll go with me, not escort wise of course, but so you can talk to Malfoy."

"Me talk to that prat? You've got to be kidding," she chuckled.

"I kid you not, kitten. Have you any idea what you're putting him through?" he asked.

"ME? What if Merlin's name am I doing? I don't even talk to the arse who calls himself Draco Malfoy," she said flailing her arms about.

"Today, during lunch. You stood up to him. You know what happens when a girl stands up to a guy? It turns him on because they know she has a sense of control and domination. That she doesn't have to be hiding behind him like a shadow," he said, his tone serious and sober.

"Hmm, still. I don't see what's so attractive about that," she said clutching her robe tighter.

Blaise sighed in irritation, "He likes it. He likes a girl that can stand up for herself. That's attractive and independent. Not once have I seen you cower behind your brother's shadows nor have I see you do as they say.."

"So, you want me to talk to him?"

"I said that earlier, didn't I?" he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, if you don't want to just tell me now."

"Not now. Not in the near future," she said pushing some straw with her foot, "Listen. I have to go. I have a test for Charms tomorrow morning."

She walked out of the room leaving Blaise standing there.


"Didn't work out, did it, you dunce?" Blaise growled. "That's why I wanted to say something that would come out of me, not you."

"I froze my ass off to get rejected not in person but through you. Great," another voice growled.

"Malfoy, just talk to her. I like talking to her under my own will, not because you want me to. Fucking fairy," he strolled off down the spiral staircase leaving Draco in his own misery.


The morning of the Hogsmead trip Ginny, Juliya and Colin made their way down the carriages that would take them into Hogsmead. Blaise looked over at Ginny who looked back at him. He nodded and smirked. Ginny laughed.

"Seriously, Gin. What's going on between you and Blaise?" Juliya asked.

"They're just friends, Sanz," Colin said taking a picture of her.

"Oh bugger," she muttered.

"Juliya, we're just acquaintances, okay? There's no relationship in store nor do I want a relationship with him. It's just.. It has something do with something that I can't talk about," she said looking out the window.

"I already know what it's about. It has to do with Draco. He likes you. Big deal," she muttered, bitterness in her voice.

"How would you know?" Ginny snapped her head so quick she got a crick.

"I have a brother in Slytherin. Come on now. I know things, love. All you have to do is ask," she smirked. "You know my brother tells me things that have to do with you."

Ginny laughed. They got off the carriages and walked towards Honeydukes. They stocked up on sweets that would last them months and walked over to the Three Broomsticks to warm up a bit since it was now mid October. They ordered three butterbeers and sat down at a table near the Golden Trio's table.

'Goddamn them and their little schemes to save the world. Who the fuck do they think they are? Superboy and Supergirl? Why don't they just focus on knowing how to stop fucking up people's lives. People like Malfoy, me, and Voldemort, not that Voldemort deserves not to be fucked up.. Wait. What? Did I just mention Malfoy? What the hell is wrong with me?'

"–Gin? You agree, right?" Juliya said turning her attention to Ginny who was dwelling in thoughts of her own.

"Huh?" Ginny said slowly looking at Juliya who had her eyebrow raised. "What did you say?"

"I said, if you agree with me."

"Agree with what?"

"Aren't you listening?" Colin said shoving Ginny.

"I..umm.."

"Oh bloody hell woman. What's going on with you? Is everything alright?" Juliya asked.

"I was just thinking about something," Ginny sighed.

"Is it about Draco?" Juliya asked with sheer amusement.

"Ye..Yes," she smiled.