She glared at him from across the room, and hoped that he could feel the daggers she was mentally stabbing him with. They were red and gold, if anyone wanted to know, and would probably look good sticking out of the Slytherin's very dead body. The Slytherin in question merely continued his conversation with the boy sitting next to him, not a care or hint of worry or guilt in his expression even though that boy was shooting glances in her direction.
Ginny would have believed him guiltless had their eyes not met for the briefest of moments last night, and seen the shock in his eyes at her presence. She didn't need to have heard their words to know that whatever they had spoken about wasn't something she was supposed to hear – she hadn't actually heard anything, though.
It was dinner already, and he had been avoiding her the entire day – disappearing whenever she managed to catch sight of him and making excuses whenever she managed to catch him off-guard. Ginny had believed him the first couple of times, but as it dragged on, she got more and more frustrated with him.
She was supposed to be ignoring him now, but that wasn't effective when he was avoiding her too! So Ginny was stuck with glaring at the boy from across the room like a child, trying to ignore the niggling feeling at the back of her mind that this was all her fault as she was sure it had been every other time.
It could be, because he never complained about anything she did, even when she asked him. Perhaps he didn't like being constantly told to change something that got on her nerves, maybe she had been unconsciously annoying him and he didn't want to continue with what they had? Or perhaps it had all just been a sick joke at her expense.
Ginny didn't really know what was wrong, and she desperately wanted Blaise to tell her if anything was wrong, but she knew that this was how most of her past relationships had ended: complete silence until she had finally had enough of it.
But that was only a niggling suspicion that was stomped down whenever it entered her mind. Blaise wasn't the same as the others, he had assured her of that (but could she really believe it when all the others had said the same thing was something she had yet to decide). The least she could do for now, though, was offer him the benefit of the doubt, allow him to come to her unless he didn't attempt to approach her at all.
She didn't know how accepting she would be of that this time since she had really believed in them, more than she did most others, but she could very well be mistaken as she had been every other time.
All she could do now is hope that Blaise would come to her, otherwise she was probably going to start hexing him randomly just to get some sort of reaction out of him. He wouldn't know that it was her, but Ginny thought that he would have a suspicion of it at least. The boy was a Slytherin, after all, and if he didn't notice, Ginny was certain one of his friends would.
And Fred and George would be utterly delighted to help, taking what was probably too much pleasure in pranking every single one of her previous boyfriends.
Written for Go Fish: Ginny Weasley
Written for Pokemon Challenge: accepting, conversation, desperate, She glared at him from across the room