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What in the world does Blaise want from me? Ginny wondered as she hurried along the dark path that led to the Quidditch Pitch. She took out her wand and muttered "lumos," The tip of her wand instantly lit up.
"Turn that wretched thing off Weasley unless you want us to get caught."
Ginny trained her wand at the source of the voice. "Zabini?" she said uncertainly.
"Yeah, now turn off your wand and follow me, Flich is going to come by here in a matter of seconds." Blaise said.
Ginny hurriedly whispered, "Nox" and followed her into the Quidditch stands. "So what's new?" she said, trying to make conversation.
"Nothing much," Blaise answered with a blatant shrug. "What's new with you?"
"Nothing at all." Ginny said.
Blaise sat down and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, she lit one and offered the pack to Ginny. "You want one?"
"I don't smoke and you know that." Ginny answered. "How's Dom? Have you heard from him lately?"
"Yeah, I got an owl from him 'bout two days ago, said he had finally moved out of the house, he didn't tell me where to though."
"Really? Good for him," Ginny said with an approving grin.
"Depends on the way you look at it," Blaise answered.
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked.
Blaise took a long drag from her cigarette before answering. "My parents are furious with him, in fact Father even told me that if Dom moved to some muggle city- which is prolly where Dom's heading- he would disown him."
"Oh, that's terrible." Ginny said.
"Dom doesn't seem to think so, he's been trying to get Father to disown him practically for ever." Blaise said.
"Oh, then I guess it's good. "Ginny said. She wondered how long she would have to sit here and try and make small talk with Blaise. She opened her mouth intending to ask the girl what she had wanted from her but it was Blaise who spoke first.
"So, I heard about what you did to Potter today." Blaise said. Ginny couldn't quite see her in the dark but she could tell she was grinning.
Ginny was taken by surprise, she had not been expecting that, "how did you hear that?" Ginny asked suspiciously.
"Are you kidding me? It's all over the school. This is probably the biggest thing that's happened all year long."
"Oh no," said Ginny, burying her face in her hands.
"Oh yes, I was kinda surprised though," Blaise continued. "I thought you and Potter were a serious item."
"Lord help me," Ginny said looking up at the sky. "Why does everybody think that? I can't even stand the guy."
"Really?" Blaise said interestedly.
"Yes, really." Ginny answered irritably. "Now I'd appreciate it very much if you would drop the subject."
"Fine." Blaise said coolly but secretly she felt like smirking, if Ginny was really thru with Potter than maybe this whole thing was really going to work out! "So are you involved with somebody else?"
"No," Ginny said, wondering were this was heading.
"Is there somebody you want to be involved with?" Blaise asked.
"Okay, what's going on, Zabini?" Ginny asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"What are you talking about?" Blaise said innocently.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "I seriously doubt you asked me to come here so we could discuss my social life, what are you hinting at?" she demanded.
Damn, thought Blaise, the girl was sharp, Blaise was pretty sure Ginny would see thru anything she told her. She silently cursed herself for getting into this mess in the first place. Blaise hadn't been planning to talk to Ginny today at all, but right before DADA, Nott had cornered her in the hall and demanded she talk to Ginny a.s.a.p, since the party was only two days away. As a result, Blaise was now sitting across from Ginny and she had absolutely no idea what she was going to say. Blaise decided the best course of action was to tell the truth.
"Well, what are doing this Friday evening?" Blaise said cautiously.
The second Blaise said the word Friday; warning bells went off in Ginny's head. "Not going to Malfoy's birthday party for sure." She answered, just to be on the safe side.
"Because there's this party- wait, you already know about the party?" Blaise asked her shock registered on her face.
"Yes, I do and there is now way in hell I'm going to go that bastard's birthday party." Ginny said firmly.
Blaise was still in shock. "The guys already talked to you?" she asked.
"What guys?" Ginny asked confusedly.
"Nobody important." Blaise said, breathing a sigh of relief. If Nott had talked to Ginny that would've meant that their deal was off and Blaise couldn't risk that. "So how do you know about the party?"
"My friend T.J got an invitation to the party. "Ginny answered.
"T.J," Blaise said, trying to remember the guest list. "Is she in Gryffindor?"
"Yup, she's also a sixth year." Ginny said.
"I don't remember any Gryffindor sixth year being invited, what's her last name?" Blaise asked.
"Chickalini." Ginny said.
"Chickalini. She's that Italian girl, right?" Blaise said.
"Right," Ginny replied.
"Figures," Blaise said with a smirk. "Miles Bletchley has a thing for her."
"Bletchley? The Slytherin Keeper? Eww." Ginny said, wrinkling her nose. "T.J is gonna freak when she hears that."
"Is she going to the party?" Blaise asked.
"I don't know," Ginny answered honestly. T.J hadn't mentioned if she was going planning to go to the party without her.
"Well, if she goes are you going to go with her?" Blaise asked. Please say yes, Please say yes, Please say yes, she silently chanted.
"I just said I wasn't!" Ginny said. "What is going on? And why the hell do you want me to go to the party so badly? I mean, I'm sure it would be a much better party if I didn't go."
"Why do you say that?" Blaise asked.
"Because it would be a much better party if anybody –namely the birthday boy- didn't get killed, maimed, or hurt, don't you think? And you can rest assured that if I get stuck in a room that's full of Slytherins that I will do one of the above three." Ginny said.
"I see," Blaise answered. "But as I'm sure you know, it won't only be Slytherins who are going. A lot of people from the other houses are invited and a couple of people from outside of Hogwarts."
"Like who?" Ginny said, perking up.
"Tons of people, most of them are Hogwarts graduates and I'm positive you know at least some of them." Blaise said.
"That's cool." Ginny said.
"Great! Does that mean you've changed your mind about going?" Blaise asked.
"No!"
"Are you even considering going?" Blaise asked.
"No!" Ginny was about ready to pull her hair out, Blaise was driving her nuts and Ginny still had no clue what she was getting at. "And will you please explain why you want me to go to this party? Somebody put you up to this didn't they?"
"Well," Blaise said hesitantly.
Ginny snapped her fingers, "I knew it. It was T.J, wasn't it?"
"What? No," Blaise said taken aback. "I've never spoken to the girl in my life."
"Just had to make sure," Ginny said. "So then who was it?"
Blaise made a split second decision, the hell with the truth, she would prolly get into some serious shit but this was her only plan. "Yes you're right. Somebody did ask me to get you to come to the party and that person is-"
"Is-?" Ginny asked. "C'mon continue."
"None other than Draco himself." Blaise said.
There was a very big silence and then the strangest thing happened. Ginny began to laugh uncontrollably.
"What?" Blaise asked.
"It's just-" that's all Ginny could say before she broke into another fit of laughter.
"Weasley?" Blaise said. She was starting to get worried, maybe Ginny's mind couldn't take it all and she had gone mad. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine just give me a minute to catch my breath," Ginny said between gasps. "Phew," she said wiping a tear.
"What happened?" Blaise said. "Was it something I said?"
"Yeah, for a second there I thought you were serious about the whole Malfoy thing." Ginny said. "That was a good one."
"Weasley, are you dense?" Blaise said. "I was serious."
There was another very big silence.
"I'm sorry, did you just say that you were serious when you said that Malfoy wanted me at his party?" Ginny asked
"I did." Blaise replied.
"Malfoy, the 'Prince of Slytherin' wants me, a Gryffindor, a Weasley and prolly his biggest enemy after Potter to go to his birthday party?" Ginny asked again, just to make sure.
"He does." Blaise said.
"That is the biggest bullshit I have ever heard in my entire life." Ginny stated.
"It's true. He's had a change of heart and he would really love it if you came." Blaise lied with a straight face. Actually if the Dragon ever found out what she just did he would kill her.
"Well, that's it," said Ginny, standing up as if she was going to leave. "If there was any doubt in my head about going to Malfoy's party this settles it. There is no way I'm going to ever do anything just cause that ass wants me to. That would be sinking down to a level that is below low."
"What?" Blaise exploded. She was at her wits end; obviously Ginny's hatred for the Dragon still ran deep, Blaise was beginning to think that there was no way she was going to get Ginny to go to the party on her own. It was time to take drastic action.
"So what you're saying is that no matter what I say I'm not going to change your mind?" Blaise said carefully.
"Exactly." Ginny said." I don't know what's going on and I'm not sure if I want to but I do know this much, there is no way I'm voluntarily going to step foot into that party. Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do." And with that Ginny got up and started to go back down the stairs.
Time for me to play my trump card thought Blaise. "I didn't want it to come to this." She said. "But I'm afraid that you leave me no choice."
Ginny stopped but she didn't turn around. "What are you talking about?"
"I tried to give you the easy way out but you didn't want it." Blaise said, her Slytherin side starting to show. "Let me remind you of something. You remember the summer before your fifth year when you came to spend the day with Dom and me?"
Ginny turned around. "You're not thinking about-"
"You're making me," Blaise said evenly. "So where was I? Oh yes, as I recall you came to spend the day with us and in the evening we went out to that club with some of Dom's friends, you do remember don't you?"
Ginny closed her eyes. "I hate you, you know that?" she said softly.
"It's a free country," Blaise with shrug. "And then Dom had to leave so it was only you and me and John? You remember him, don't you? The one who got you seriously drunk and tried to rape you? And when I realized you were missing I spent over an hour looking for you and didn't stop until I found you in that back storage room with that pervert standing over you. I got you out of there, cleaned you up- which was a very messy and disgusting job- and covered up for you by telling your parents that you were going to spend the night with us and I did it all out of the kindness in my heart."
"Liar," Ginny said, opening her eyes. "You did it because Dom told you that he would kill you if anything happened to me since it was you who wanted to stay in the first place."
"Whatever," Blaise said. "But the point is I saved your ass and you owe me. Wizard's debt. You are by law required to pay me back with any favor of my choosing. And do you know what that is?"
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, let me guess," Ginny said unenthusiastically. "You're going to use it as blackmail to get me to go to the party." It was a statement not a question.
"I always knew you were a smart one," Blaise said.
"You're a bitch, Zabini. A manipulative, coldhearted, self-centered bitch." Ginny said.
"Wrong," Blaise said with an insensitive smile. "I'm a Slytherin."
"I never knew there was difference," Ginny said dryly.
"There isn't," Blaise said, "now back to our original subject, you get the fact that you have no say in this, right?"
"Unfortunately," Ginny said with a heavy sigh. "Fine, I'll go. Now if you have nothing else to say, I'll be going."
"Not so fast, Weasley," Blaise said. "I still have a couple more thing say. First, when you come to the party I want you to be nice to Draco."
"You gotta be shitting me," Ginny said, appalled.
"Language Weasley." Blaise admonished. "Who knew you had such a potty mouth?"
"You Slytherins bring out the worst in me," Ginny said.
"I'll take that as a compliment," Blaise said. "And just for the record, I am dead serious, I want you to be nice to Draco, after all it is his birthday."
"The hell with his birthday, I can't be nice to Malfoy, it doesn't go." Ginny said.
"At least be civil towards him," Blaise said.
"Okay, I'll be civil," Ginny replied, "I won't punch his lights out the minute he comes near me."
"You are impossible." Blaise said, looking skywards.
"I try my best," Ginny answered with a bow.
"Well, I want you to try your best to be civil towards Draco and I also want you to flirt with him," Blaise said, bracing herself for the response.
"What?" Ginny screeched. "You want me to what?"
"Lower your voice. You want the whole school to hear you?" Blaise said, looking towards the castle
"I don't care if the whole universe hears me!" Ginny shouted. "I can not flirt with Malfoy! It's not natural; in fact it goes against the laws of nature! Hell, it goes against the laws of everything!"
"Oh c'mon, stop overreacting," Blaise said.
"You think I'm overreacting?" Ginny yelled. "Try being told that you're supposed to flirt with your worst enemy, let's see how you react."
"If he was anywhere near as hot as my boy Draco is, I wouldn't mind at all and I don't think you should mind either." Blaise answered.
"I don't care what you think," Ginny shot back. "I don't want to flirt with Malfoy."
"It's not you're choice or are you forgetting that?" Blaise said.
"I doubt I'll ever forget this and you can be sure that I will get you back when this is all over." Ginny said.
As long as everything goes according to plan and I get Oliver you could hex me to Mexico and I won't give a damn, Blaise said to herself, out loud she said, "Bring it on."
"Oh believe me I will," Ginny said. "As soon as I get over the fact that you are blackmailing me to flirt with Malfoy."
"Don't think of it as blackmail, think of it as a favor," Blaise said, thinking about Oliver.
"A favor?" Ginny said. "Let me guess, somebody asked you to get me to go to the party and in return they're doing you a favor?"
"Correct," Blaise said.
"I should've known," Ginny said shaking her head. "You'd never do anything unless there was something in it for you."
"Touché." Blaise said.
"What would Dom say if he knew?" Ginny said. She was purposely baiting Blaise; she knew that Dom's opinion of her was the only opinion in the world that mattered to Blaise.
"Nothing because he won't know," Blaise said sharply.
We'll just see about that, Ginny thought. It was cruel but it was the perfect way to get back at Blaise. "Whatever you say, Zabini,"
"I mean it, Weasley," Blaise warned. She did not want her brother finding out about this.
"I'll just mention to him that he has a wacko for a sister. I mean, first you want me to be nice to Malfoy-"
"Which includes not calling him by his last name." Interrupted Blaise.
Ginny chose to ignore her. "And you know better than most people how I feel about him. Second, you force me to flirt with him which is just disgusts me to no end, the next thing I know you're prolly gonna ask me to sleep with him."
Blaise's heart leapt. "Would you?" she asked hopefully.
Ginny took a look at Blaise's face. "Oh my god!" she said, "Oh my god, you're serious! You actually want me to sleep with Malfoy! No way, no fucking way. I am not going to have sex with Malfoy! I don't care what I owe you; you can't make me sleep with. Go the party, yes. Be civil towards Malfoy, fine. Flirt with him, maybe but having sex with him, that is where I draw the line. In fact, consider the whole thing called off, you can take this matter to the Ministry of Magic if you want but I will not sleep with Malfoy."
Blaise watched the hysterical girl with a lot of amusement and a little bit of apprehension. She was pretty sure that Ginny would start spewing hexes any minute now, just to be on the safe side she took a couple of steps away from Ginny and took her wand out. "Weasley, calm down." She said when Ginny finally paused to take a breath. "Nobody's going to make you sleep with Draco if you don't want to." I'll just have to find a way to make you want to, She added silently.
"You better believe I don't want to," Ginny snapped.
"You're really weird, you know that?" Blaise said. "You are most likely the only girl in the whole school who doesn't want to get into Draco's bed."
"Well, you don't want to get into Draco's bed, so I guess that makes you weird too." Ginny said smugly.
"Actually it's more of a been there, done that kinda thing," Blaise said offhandedly. "But what's your reason for not wanting to sleep with Draco?"
"Hello!" Ginny said. "I can't stand him."
"So?" Blaise said.
"And I absolutely hate his guts," Ginny added.
"What's that got to do with anything?" Blaise said. "You don't have to like somebody to sleep with them, you don't even have to get along with them. Trust me, I speak from experience. Sex is a physical thing, it has nothing to do with the way you feel about someone."
"Aha, I'll keep that in mind," Ginny said. "But meanwhile I'm sticking with my first statement, I'm not going to have sex with Malfoy."
"Suit yourself," Blaise said. "But I have to tell you, you have no idea what you're missing out on. I doubt there is anybody in Hogwarts who is as skilled as a lover as Draco is, I mean he does things with his mouth you would have never considered possible."
"Thank you for giving me nightmares for the rest of my life," Ginny deadpanned with a shudder. .
"Oh please," Blaise said rolling her eyes. "Are you trying to tell me that you've never looked at Draco and thought 'Damn, Draco has a really cute ass' or 'wow, I wonder how it would feel to snog Draco'?"
"Yes," Ginny answered hotly, her cheeks flaming. Well, it was partly true she had once thought that Malfoy's ass was cute but that was before she knew that the cute ass belonged to Malfoy since he had been turned around at the time.
"Are you sure?" Blaise asked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ginny demanded. "Are you trying to imply that I might have the slightest nonnegative feeling towards Malfoy?"
"Did I say that?" Blaise said innocently.
"Because I don't. Every single feeling I have for Malfoy is completely, 100 negative and there is not a drop of positive in it." Ginny said.
"If you say so," Blaise said in the same aloof tone of voice.
"You know what? I don't have to sit here and take this from you, I'm leaving." Ginny said.
"Yeah, me too." Blaise said, getting up. "I'll see you on Friday. The party starts at eight, okay?"
"Yeah whatever." Ginny said absently.
"So that means I'll come over around seven." Blaise continued.
"What? Why?" Ginny asked.
"One, to make sure that you go," Blaise said ticking it off on her fingers. "Two, to give you a mini makeover."
"Excuse me?" Ginny said, her jaw dropping open, "I happen to like the way I look."
"That's a good thing. It's so rare to find people who like their appearances these days. I mean the statistics are like four in every five women don't like they way they look or something like that. Isn't that crazy?" Blaise said, shaking her head and starting to walk away.
"I don't care about statistics," Ginny shouted. "I don't want a makeover!"
"Well hon, you need one," Blaise replied. "While there is nothing wrong with the way you look, it's just not suitable for the party."
"What? You want to make me to look like a ho?" Ginny said sarcastically.
"Exactly," Blaise called somewhere from the darkness.
Ginny let out an ear splitting and very frustrated scream.
That went pretty well, Blaise thought to herself with a smile. While she hadn't exactly gotten Ginny to agree to sleep with Malfoy she had at least got her to come to the party and she was still in one piece. That in it's self was a miracle. She was walking down the hall and about to go in the Slytherin common room when she heard somebody call her name. Blaise turned around and saw Crabbe coming towards her.
"Did you talk to her?" He asked.
"Yes," Blaise said.
"So is she going to do it?" Crabbe asked impatiently.
"What? Sleep with the Dragon?" Blaise said, going inside the common room "I seriously doubt it."
"I thought you said you talked to her." Crabbe said.
"I did and I got her to agree to come to the party." Blaise said. "I indirectly asked her if she would consider sleeping with the Dragon and she flipped out. Literally. So you guys should consider yourselves lucky that she's even coming."
"Great. What are we supposed to do now?" Crabbe said.
"I'm sure Nott will come up with something." Blaise said, she stopped in front of the stairs that led to her dorm. "Meanwhile, I've kept up my part of the deal, it's time you keep up yours. How can I find Oliver?"
"I'm not sure if I'm supposed to tell you." Crabbe said slowly.
At least I know that you know, Blaise thought triumphantly. Crabbe and Goyle were a lot dimmer than Nott and it was so much easier to get information out of them. "C'mon," she coaxed, giving him her most winning smile. "Nott would've told me too and you're just saving me the trouble of having to go look for him."
"I guess you're right," Crabbe said. "Okay, Wood's actually in Scotland right now. He's staying at the Black Iris Inn and his room number is 206."
"Are you sure?" Blaise asked, trying to hide her anxiety.
"Of course. Me and Goyle went to check it out a couple of days ago," Crabbe said with a shrug.
"Thank you!" Blaise cried. She impulsively threw her arms around Crabbe and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before hurrying up to her dorm room. Since Blaise was usually a very unemotional person, her reaction caused a lot of confusion in the Common Room but Blaise was too happy to worry about that. After three long years, she was about to see Oliver again.
Ginny flew around the Quidditch Pitch two more times before she landed near the broom shed. Like always, flying had managed to calm her nerves and made her a bit more relaxed. At least now she didn't feel like killing Blaise, she just felt like hurting her, badly. It was a shame she didn't get to fly more often, she thought as she put away Ron's broomstick, she really loved it but her parents and her brothers- mainly Ron- thought it was too dangerous for a girl, so she had to resort to sneaking around and flying when nobody was present.
She sighed as she replayed her recent confrontation with Blaise in her mind for the fiftieth time, it was like a nightmare come true but she still had hope that she would find a way to get out of it. Maybe the party would somehow be canceled or she'd get sick or better yet Malfoy would get sick! She smiled and thought that could be easily arranged. With those somewhat pleasant thoughts in her mind Ginny walked into the castle feeling much lighter and happier than she had all day.
But the second she walked into the Gryffindor common room her light, happy mood all but disappeared. A rather frenzied Hermoine grabbed Ginny and pulled her behind a couch.
"What the hell?" Ginny said loudly.
"Shush," Hermoine replied, looking around wild-eyed. "Where were you?" she demanded in a whisper. "I was looking everywhere for you. I'm so glad I found you before Ron did."
"Ron is looking for me too?" Ginny said. "Why?"
"No time to explain, just go in your dorm and don't come out for a couple of days. I'm sure he'll have calmed down by then." Hermoine whispered.
"He's that angry, huh?" Ginny said.
"Yeah, I've never seen him this mad." Hermoine answered.
"Well, hurray for me," Ginny said dryly. Had this been any other situation she would've looked forward to it but as it was she was in no mood to face her brother. Ginny got up from behind the couch and made her way towards the stairs. She hadn't even taken a step when-
"VIRGINA WEASELY!"
Ginny sighed she had been caught. She turned around and plastered a big fake bright smile on her face. "Hello Ron, fancy running into you here," she said so cheerfully she wanted to puke.
Ron started to walk towards her. Since he was six three, very muscular and had a raging temper he easily intimidated most of the students at Hogwarts and if he had been walking towards anybody but his sister that person would've by now wet themselves.
"How could you?" he thundered. "Do you know what people are saying?"
"You know Ron, I have prolly had the worst day in my whole entire life and listening to you now would only make it worse. So how 'bout we all go sleep right now and the next time we run into each other you can yell at me all you want and I'm sure we'll both enjoy it more, okay?" Ginny said.
Ron continued to walk menacingly towards her. Hermoine put one hand on his arm as if she thought that would calm her boyfriend down.
"Or we could do it your way," Ginny said with a sigh. "What was it you were saying?"
"He asked you if you knew what people were saying?" Hermoine inputted helpfully.
"Ron, Ron, Ron," Ginny said, shaking her head. "My dear older brother, how many times have I told you not to believe everything you hear?"
"So you mean it's not true?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"Depends on what you heard," Ginny replied. "Did you hear that I dumped Harry publicly and then knocked him out cold by breaking a school vase over his head and then did the same to another student and all of this was witnessed by McGonogall so I got a total of thirty points taken away and three detentions?"
"Yes," Ron and Hermoine said simultaneously.
"Oh, in that case it's true," Ginny said.
"WHAT?" Ron shouted.
Ginny stood her ground. "Yes it's true. And let me just say that I do not regret any of it one bit, well maybe except for the detentions." She added thoughtfully.
Ron took a deep breath; it was obvious that he was trying to keep his temper in check. "Why did you do that to Harry?"
"What? Knock him out cold?" Ginny asked. "I hadn't planned to do that but-"
"No, break up with him! I doubt you could find a guy who was a better gentleman then Harry." Ron said.
"Who said I wanted a gentleman?" Ginny said. "I don't want a gentleman and for the record that was partly the reason I broke up with Harry."
"Excuse me?" Ron said. Hermoine started to shake her head frantically.
"You heard me," Ginny said. "I don't like guys who are gentleman I happen to prefer the exact opposite."
"YOU WHAT?" Ron bellowed.
"And there is nothing you can do about it." Ginny said.
"Look Ginny, you're just tired. We'll talk this over in the morning and hopefully you'll be back in your right state of mind by then." Hermoine said soothingly.
"Hermoine's right, Ginny. You did say you had a rough day, you just need to go to sleep and we'll talk tomorrow. Meanwhile I'll talk to Harry and see if he would be willing to take you back-"
"What the fuck?" Ginny went off. "Are you crazy? Did you just not here what I said? I don't like Harry and I don't want to go out with him. And Ron I'm afraid you're missing a little detail here, this is my life. I choose who I date, you don't choose for me and if you think Harry's such a good guy to date then you date him! I should've told you this a long time ago Ron but I didn't want to hurt your feelings but you have gone too far this time. Ron, you have absolutely no say in what I do, what I wear, who I date or any other part of my life, understand?"
"You don't want to date Harry?" Ron said. Now he seemed more confused than angry. "But you've had a crush on him since you were ten."
"No I had a crush on him when I was ten and eleven however I stopped having a crush on him when I was twelve, big difference."
"But he was your first crush and women always have feelings for their first crush." Ron said.
"Who is the idiot who told you that?" Ginny said. "There is not an ounce of truth to that because if there was Hermoine would now be with Marcus Flint instead of you since he was her first crush and that lasted for five years as opposed to my crush on Harry which lasted for a year and a half."
Ron gasped and looked at Hermoine. "Is that true?" he asked.
"I-you-I," Hermoine stammered helplessly before throwing an angry glance at Ginny. "Why did you tell him that? It was a secret!"
"Well, so was my crush on Harry. But obviously you can't keep my secrets, so why should I keep yours?" Ginny retorted.
"You had a crush on Flint?" Ron said.
"Yes, but it was a long time ago and it doesn't have anything to do with our relationship," Hermoine said.
"It has everything to do with it! I can't believe you-"
Ginny left the bickering couple and went up to her dorm room. Once there she threw herself onto her bed and closed her four-poster bed's curtains.
"Ginny?" called T.J. "what's up?"
"I'm hoping that this day was nothing more than a bad dream and I'm going to wake up any minute now." Came Ginny's muffled voice.
"Sorry to disappoint you but I don't think that's going to happen any time soon." T.J answered getting up from her bed to walk over to Ginny's. She opened the curtain. "What happened?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Ginny replied with out looking up.
"Try me." T.J said.
"Oh fine," Ginny said getting up. "But don't say I didn't warn you." She then relayed her story starting from her meeting with Blaise up to her confrontation with her brother.
"So this means we're going to the party?" T.J asked with a smile spreading over her face.
"Yes and wipe that smile of your face." Ginny answered without looking at her best friend.
"This rocks!" T.J said.
"Wrong, it sucks." Ginny said. "Now if you don't mind I'm going to go to sleep and try to erase this unfortunate day from my memory." And with that she closed her curtains again.
What did I do to deserve this? thought Ginny with a silent groan.
Well, that's it for chapter three! Review and tell me what you think! All ideas, suggestions and constructive criticisms are welcome!