It was absolutely pointless of him to be so nervous about a stupid dance. He adjusted the silver tie hanging in front of the light green shirt he wore. His pants were gray and covered his dragon hide dress shoes perfectly. This was going to go horribly. He'd laughed in Pansy's face last week when she asked him to the dance and he'd told her he already had a date. It was untrue then, but he'd had hopes that the little Weasley would finally speak up about it. Poor Pansy, she had to suffer with Johnson for the entire dance or until she got bored with him. He smiled to himself because he knew Pansy would never walk out on a date.

Her actions all made him wonder if whether her sucking up to and kissing Draco was actually meant for Draco or as a ploy to make him jealous. Either way, she'd failed miserably in her conquests. Draco was off doing Merlin knows what, and he was about as interested in her as he was in divination. Adela stood in his doorway dressed in a knee length dark blue dress with her black hair in a twist with diamonds in it. She wore clear lip-gloss and silver sandals. They should probably get a move on it so that they could be there when the dance started. Blaise nodded, closed the door, and walked in front of her a few pace as they went towards the great hall. Adela kissed her date and three year long boyfriend, Markus Murphy, on the cheek as he took her hand and led her inside. He paced the hall for what seemed like an eternity. When he looked up, what he saw took his breath away.

Ginny was dressed in a mid-thigh, dark green, thin-strapped dress that fit snugly at her hips. The cotton candy pink lip gloss she wore shined as her lips stretched into a smile. His eyes wandered from her mouth down to her soft, beautiful legs to her feet clad in two-inch clear sandals. She held her hand out to him, and he took it without hesitation.

They walked into the great hall just as the headmistress was standing up to welcome them all to the dance and introduce the band. It was a band neither Blaise nor Ginny had heard. The Wizards' Welt. They sat down at the table reserved for the prefects and head boy and head girl and their dates. Dean sat beside Padma Patil glaring madly at Blaise until Ginny began talking to him about how the fat lady had ran away from the portrait again. Blaise stiffened when Ginny leaned against him with her head thrown back as she laughed loudly. He gazed at the freckles on her chest and back and wanted to brush them with his fingers badly. Ginny pulled him out of his seat and onto the dance floor with a few other people from their table following closely.

She smiled at him adoringly as she danced around him with her arms in the air. How graceful. He smirked at the comment, but began to dance with her nonetheless. Ginny had a look of utmost shock on her face when the song ended; she didn't know he could dance so well. The band changed to a painstakingly slow song, but Blaise pulled Ginny against him and told her his mother taught him everything he knew. Ginny remained tense against him, but relaxed after she realized he wasn't trying to hurt. Dean threw Blaise dirty looks that caused Blaise to smirk at every person looking his way. They were jealous and intrigued that Ginny was there with him instead of one of her fellow Gryffindors. Ginny rested her head on his chest as the song drew closer to its end. She closed her eyes and continued dancing with him until Blaise whispered her name. Everyone else had stopped dancing because the band was taking a break. She laughed nervously and followed him back to the table where she gulped down an entire glass of pumpkin juice.

"So, I see you two in the library sometimes," said Markus. His eyes were almost as dark as Blaise's but his skin the color of a chestnut.

"We're just there hanging out," Ginny said with a hint of nervousness in her voice. Blaise assumed she didn't want anyone knowing she needed tutoring in her class.

Dean frowned. "But you always take your history of magic book with whenever you leave. I thought you were off to tutor someone all those times you left. You know, Ginny gets top marks in that class. Got an Outstanding in it on her O.W.L.S.," Dean said proudly.

Blaise's face suddenly went blank. Ginny moved in her chair nervously and began playing with a string hanging from the tablecloth. She sipped her water, but kept her eyes on Dean. Too bad she wasn't good with telepathy because Blaise was sure she was screaming at Dean to shut the hell up. She pretended to see someone she knew when Blaise looked at her with a smile on his face.

"That's brilliant, Ginny. How many O.W.L.S. did you get in all?" he said the first part with sarcasm.

"A few," she said with a laugh.

"She got eight in all." Dean said with a matter-of-fact tone.

"Dean, will you shut it!" Ginny yelled. She glared at him. Dean opened his mouth, but shut it quickly when she leaned forward on the table. Blaise glanced down the front of her dress and laughed. She turned to him angrily. "What's so funny?"

"One of your earrings has fallen down the front of your dress. Well, you'll have to excuse me. As much as I enjoy hanging with filth I do believe it's time I went and spent some time with my friends," he said smugly. That ought to send her through the roof, he thought.

Ginny's mouth fell open, but Blaise ignored her insults as he stood from the table and walked away. "You slimy, disgusting, prat!"

He stopped and turned to her. "If I'm so slimy why do you want to talk to me, dear Weasley? If I'm so disgusting why did you lie about needing me to tutor you in history of magic? If I am such a prat why in the bloody hell do you insist on staring at me and following me? Stay with your filthy mudblood friends and leave me alone. I have better things to do than entertain poor people."

Ginny stood up from the table, but Padma grabbed her wrist to hold her back from going after him. She sat down in her seat with a loud sound that would have been a scream if her mouth weren't closed. The band started playing again. When Dean asked her to dance, she all too happily went onto the floor with him. He danced almost as wildly as she did. She didn't acknowledge it, but she felt free with him around her. Dean yanked on her hand and twirled her around fast enough so that she stumbled into him. They laughed loudly, but she pulled away from him when she saw people around them staring. Dean continued dancing with her until the lights in the great hall came on and the place cleared out. Ginny was relieved the following day was Saturday because she would have been a wreck in class. She felt so exhausted.

She ignored Blaise standing near one of the janitor closets with a pale skinned chestnut haired girl on his arm. The girl giggled loudly and kissed him as if they were the only people standing in the hallway. Dean made a sound of disgust as they trooped up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room. They sat around the fire talking about whatever came to mind until it was almost morning out. Ginny put on her pajamas and lay in bed staring at the wall. Why was she jealous of the girl that had been on Blaise's arm? She pondered the question until she fell into a deep slumber almost an hour later.

Blaise blinked, but couldn't get rid of the heaviness of his eyes. He stretched and noticed a pale arm draped across his chest. The first person his mind went to was Ginny, but he remembered almost as quickly that it was Amelia Taylor. He frowned deeply as he eased her arm off his chest and onto the bed. Hopefully she could accept that "they" weren't going any further than his chambers. He laughed, but suppressed it into a smile when she turned to him with large honey colored eyes. She looked so innocent. What did he care? He stood from the bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. The steaming hot water felt good against his skin. Being in the shower allowed him time to think over exactly what he would say to Amelia.

He analyzed the problem from all angles, even spending an agonizing extra five minutes in front of the mirror. She sat on the bed dressed in her clothes when he walked into the room. There was an odd smile on her face that made him worry. Her eyes watched him hungrily as he dressed on the other side of the room. He pushed his black shirt into his black pants, but turned towards the window to glare at nothing.

"They told me you would be this way," she said loudly.

"Who did?" he turned to her curiously.

"The girls. They said I would enjoy you. I just never thought of a perfect chance before last night. You know? When you got angry with that Weasel girl."

He sneered at her. "I wasn't angry. It takes more than a feisty red head to get to me. I can't offer you anything."

"Oh! I know. You see I just wanted to be in your circle of girls. They're more receptive of people than Draco's circle. Besides, I know you like Weasley."

He slid his wand into his pocket. "Have a nice day, Amanda." He intentionally called her the wrong name.

"Whatever," she muttered as she stormed out the room.

Blaise chuckled and fastened the buckle of his belt into place. There was no way in Merlin's hell he would allow someone like that girl to ruin his perfect weekend. No, he had plans to make a few potions and steal a few ingredients from that horrid Professor Dylan's cupboard. He strutted to the great hall with a gleam in his eyes and a smirk on his face. No one was going to ruin this great day he had planned. He dropped down in his usual place at the end of the table. He put bacon, eggs, biscuits, and strawberry flavored applesauce on his place. They didn't have house elves at home, so, the food always surprised him at how wonderful it was. Something light hit him on the forehead and rolled onto his plate into his applesauce.

When he looked up, everyone was deep in conversation or busily attacking the food on his or her plates. After wiping the parchment with a napkin, he opened it up to find a picture of a heart bursting and his and Ginny's name floating up from the mess. He laughed loudly and folded the parchment so that it could fit in his pocket. What buffoons. A cold draft of air came into the room, making more than half of the people seated turn towards the door.

Hagrid trooped in with a large smile on his face, as if anything on his face could be small. He held some type of bird tightly in his grasp by the neck. Some of the students went back to their food, accustomed to Hagrid's shows, but others were too interested in what it was he was carrying to turn back to their food. Blaise rolled his eyes before eating more of the strawberry applesauce on his plate. He glanced at his pocket watch quickly and was relieved to find Professor Dylan will have left for her weekend visit to Hogsmeade. She visited the village every weekend because Blaise knew she was engaged to one of the proprietors there and it was the only time she could spend with him. He gulped down the remainder of his pumpkin juice and winked at Amelia on his way out. She blushed scarlet red. He laughed evilly to himself; he would use her whenever he felt like it. Someone slammed right into his chest when he turned around.

"Watch where you're going, Weasel," he muttered. He stepped to the side of Ginny and continued on his way. He slipped into the empty potions dungeon and went to up the stairs to Professor Dylan's sleeping quarters. Things were in much better order than they had been when Professor Snape was there. Blaise chuckled at the memories of he and Draco raiding Snape's ingredient closet. He'd overheard Snape blaming good old Potter for it one time. What a joke. He slid a few vials into his pocket after glancing over the lot of it. Something sitting on her bedside table caught his eye. It was one of those orbs that recorded dreams. Something in his mind was itching for him to touch it and see what the lovely woman had been up to. However, he decided it would be safer if he left while he knew there was no one in the hallway.

"What are you doing?" He rolled his eyes at the sound of her voice.

"None of your fucking business. Go play with your friends," he spat out.

She looped her arm through his and pressed a kiss against his lips. He saw Professor Dylan coming towards them with a black bag in her hand. Ginny pulled him forward and giggled as if he'd said something funny. The Professor stopped at her door and looked at them with a mildly disturbed expression. "No kissing in the corridors, Zabini and Weasley."

"Sorry, Professor," Ginny said innocently. She kissed Blaise on the cheek and pulled him around the corner. Her eyes went from amused to angry in a flash of lightning. "Don't say you didn't need my help. There are vials and pieces of parchment hanging out your pockets." She turned on her heels to leave, but he grabbed her by the arm.

"You didn't have to kiss me."

"It took her mind off of why we were standing in front of her door in the first place. Besides, I'm well aware of your relationship with Amelia Taylor."

"Jealous?" He asked playfully.

Ginny's cheeks went red for a few seconds. "Not even if you were the last wizard on the earth."

Blaise smiled and walked up to her until she was pressed against the wall. He pressed his lips against hers, hard. His tongue brushed hers softly; Ginny shivered. He kissed her softly before whispering into her mouth, "Of course you wouldn't." He smirked.

"No kissing in the hall you two or I will give you detention!" shouted Professor Dylan.

"Okay," whispered Ginny. Blaise was sure the woman hadn't heard her. He winked at Ginny and walked away. Nothing could ruin his perfect weekend.