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Ginny was in the back of the library when it happened. She had just gotten through her first two classes and was looking forward to relaxing in the back of the library with nothing to do. After that morning, she wanted to be anywhere where Zabini was not. The library seemed like the perfect place to settle down. She was even planning on skipping lunch so she wouldn't have to see Zabini staring at her from across the hall. Draco would meet her later in the Great Hall for dinner.

She was sitting at her favorite table in the very back of the library -isolated from everybody else- with her back to the aisle when a voice reached her ears.

"Fancy seeing you here, Ginevra." Gods, help me.

"How the bloody hell did you find me? Stalking isn't usually considered romantic, you know," Ginny said bitterly without turning around. She knew who that voice belonged to.

"I just know you too well," Zabini said, smiling as he walked around the table and sat down in the chair across from Ginny's.

"Don't even try. Get away now before I hex that smile off your face."

"Easy, Weaslette. I'm here for academic reasons."

"Academic my arse. Why are you really here?" Zabini reached in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled sheet of parchment. He handed it to her, a grin wide on his face. "What's this?" she asked, holding the parchment between her thumb and forefinger like it was a dead mouse.

"Read it." Ginny looked at the paper. It looked harmless enough. Even so, she opened it carefully, just in case. Inside was a note:

Ms. Weasley,

You are hereby ordered to tutor Mr. Blaise Zabini. Failure to do so will result in detention with me for the remainder of the year and an automatic failure in my class. You may take class time to tutor Mr. Zabini and these sessions supersede all extracurriculars, including Quidditch. Any time that is good for Mr. Zabini, you will adhere to.

If other teachers have any problems with this arrangement, refer them to me.

This is non-negotiable.

Prof. Snape

"What the hell is this?" Ginny said, looking up to glare at Zabini.

"I thought the note was pretty self-explanatory," Zabini replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Why the bloody hell am I supposed to be the one to tutor you? I'm sure Professor Snape could assign you dozens of other students that are more suited to this than I am."

"Because I asked specifically for you." Either Ginny had to control her temper, or Zabini was going to be lying on the library floor with much more than a bloody nose in a second.

"Well tell him that you want somebody else," Ginny hissed out through clenched teeth.

"Oh, I don't think so. How else would I be able to spend time exclusively with you?"

"You wouldn't. That's the point."

"Now what fun is that? Anyway, I have to get to lunch. Our first tutoring session will be tonight. I'll be sitting at the Gryffindor table so we can get some studying in before we go to my room," Zabini winked and smirked suggestively as he said this. Ginny was about to protest when he stopped her. "Unless you'd rather get detention and retake Potions next year."

Ginny just glared at him. "That's what I thought." And with that, Zabini got up, walked over to Ginny, kissed her, and walked out of the library.

If I don't end up killing him, Draco just might.