A/N: I was just thinking that I aught to get a head start for the next chapter before too many comments come when I checked my email today and found more comments than I expected. Therefore, I reread my previous chapter and am ready to delve into the next. Here we go!

Disclaimer: --siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh--

Sunday

Ginny had taken to avoiding Harry again. However, she had decided not to do it only in a physical sense. She still spent time with him but her mind was elsewhere almost constantly, and she did her best to avoid his inquiries about her recent distracted demeanor.

At the moment, she was heading toward the library with every intention of finishing her homework. It happened to be a plus that Harry would not be there, but that was not why she was going.

At least, that's what she told herself.

To prevent the possibility of acknowledging the truth, Ginny had slipped into a deep contemplation about what she would write for her Advanced Transfiguration essay. So deep, that she didn't realize she was walking past a certain seventh year Slytherin until he was grabbing her arm.

Ginny jerked into awareness as she was spun around and found herself facing Draco Malfoy.

"M-malfoy."

"I told Pansy to knock it off," Draco informed her shortly. At the shocked look which alighted on Ginny's features he added, "Don't worry, I didn't mean your head. I told her to get over herself because she and I will never get together so she might as well leave you be."

"Oh," Ginny said, her voice felt incredibly constricted. Clearing her throat she added, "Thank you."

Draco shrugged her thanks away and watched her for a moment before saying, "Has she bothered you since?"

"No."

"Good," he said, finally releasing her, and slipped his hands into his pockets. "I just wanted to make sure. See you around, Weasley."

"Y-yeah, see you around."

Then he left her standing in utter confusion. All thoughts of homework completely abandoned.

Monday

Moonlight streamed into the room through the curtains covering "Ginny's" window. Rolling over in her fourposter bed, Ginny stared at the shadows made on the floor without really seeing them and wondered, once more, what exactly had transpired between her and Draco.

'See you around,' Ginny repeated his parting to herself. What did he mean by that? Of course we'll see each other around because we always see one another around. Still, he usually...doesn't say stuff like that. Certainly not to me.

With a sigh, Ginny rolled over again and spotted the necklace Harry had gotten her during their last trip to Hogsmeade. It was sitting on the nightstand carelessly mocking her.

Harry.

"See you around," was more along the lines of what he would say. Draco should be saying, "Stay out of my way, Weaslette," or, "if you keep running into me I'm going to get your blood-traitor stench on me."

Turning onto her back, Ginny stared at the ceiling and thought of the two. If she had a choice between them, she would pick Draco hands down, she knew it. Still, she didn't want to hurt Harry any more than she already had.

But maybe, she though slowly, maybe the best way to keep from hurting him more is to end it now. If I let him think he's winning me over it will only be worse when I leave him.

Ginny bit her lower lip but nodded her head decisively.

"I have to end this."

Her affirmation was met with an anticlimactic silence, then a whooshing sound as Ginny was hit full in the face by a pillow. Shoving it away from her face in frustration, Ginny found herself looking at an annoyed and half-asleep Emily.

"Stop rolling around and muttering in your sleep, Ginny," Emily demanded shortly, snatching her pillow back. "Go get some sleeping draught and leave me to my rest!"

Emily stormed back over to her bed and jerked the curtains about her bed closed. Ginny sighed heavily, closed her eyes, and welcomed sleep.

Tuesday

Ginny tapped her quill impatiently on the desk as she waiting for class to end and lunch to start. At breakfast, Ginny had slipped a note into Harry's bag where he kept his quills, knowing he would find it. The note asked him to please meet her at the Room of Requirements at lunch so she could talk to him.

He would know that something was wrong, Ginny knew he would. Harry had always been intuitive about things like that, and she knew it was driving him crazy not knowing what it was.

Finally the bell rang and she jumped from her chair as if it had burned her. She was the first from the room even though she sat at the very back of the class room. She could hear her friends teasing her in the distance, but she ignored them as she made haste to the seventh floor.

A door was already waiting for her, and Ginny could tell just from looking at it that he knew. All of a sudden, she wanted to turn around and run away as fast as she could.

I can't do that to him, she stated to herself firmly. Not again.

So, strengthening her resolve, Ginny crossed to the door. She grabbed the knob, turning it, and stepped into the room. There was a loud thunk! which caused Ginny to simultaneously gasp and jump back. When Harry did not immediately come into her line of vision, however, Ginny stepped tentatively into the room and looked behind the door.

Crouching against the wall was a boy, hands on his head, and obviously in pain. It was clear from the moment she laid eyes on him that he was not Harry. The moment he looked up and his annoyed, silver eyes locked on hers, her worst fears were realized.

"Oh Merlin, Malfoy!" Ginny exclaimed, taking a step forward. "Are you alright?"

"Do I bloody LOOK alright to you Weaslette?"

"Er...not...not exactly," Ginny said as she stepped back again. "Would it help if I apologized?"

"I doubt it," Draco growled as he straighted and began to advance on her. Ginny, naturally, backed away from him as quickly as possible. He stopped short as she reached the doorway and a strange look took hold of his features.

Suddenly, Draco seized Ginny by the shoulders and pulled her forward into a kiss. Her heart exploded with happiness as she melted against him. It was everything she had ever wanted and more. He hesitated for a moment, seeming to be unsure or shocked, before deepening the kiss.

Just as abrubtly as it had begun it ended, however, as Ginny was wrenched from Draco. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh hit the air and suddenly Ginny realized what had happened.

Harry turned around and gave her a look of utter disgust, then he walk away. Draco stumbled back to the doorway, spat blood onto the ground and locked eyes with Ginny.

Ginny stared at him, a mixture of emotions bubbling in her heart, then she tore after Harry.

"Harry! Harry, wait!"

Ginny stopped before him, but he continued past her. Without a second thought, she reached for him, but he jerked away and whipped around.

"Malfoy?!"

"I know, bu-"

"No, Ginny," Harry spat, cutting her off. "No buts, no explanations. Not this time." He stepped away from her, shaking his head and added, "I can't believe this. I can't believe you."

Then he turned and walked away.

Thursday

Ginny sat as far from Harry at the Gryffindor table as she possibly could. He refused to look, speak, or acknowledge her in any way since the Draco escapade. As far as she knew, though, he had not told anyone else what had happened as neither Hermione nor Ron had attempted to lecture her yet. For that, she was grateful. She only wished she could tell him.

Glancing down the table at him, Ginny couldn't help but regret the way things had fallen apart so harshly. She wanted to apologize and make him understand, but she also didn't want to force her company on him. If he wanted things to be fixed, he'd let her know. She could only hope he did want their friendship salvaged.

As she was tentatively observing Harry, she peripherally caught movement on the other side of the hall. Turning to see more fully what had caught her attention, Ginny watched as Blaise Zabini rose and made to leave the Great Hall. Slipping away from the table as inconspicuously as possible, she followed his example and left.

Once outside, she only just caught sight of him as he rounded the corner to her left. Without a second thought she followed him as silently and quickly as possible. Taking care to keep out of his sight in case he turned about and spotted her, Ginny dodged behind corners and suits of armor waiting for the right moment to approach him.

Just as it seemed inevitable that he would head for the Slytherin common room, Blaise stopped and looked about him suspiciously. Then he turned and began to head to the upper floors of the school. Ginny followed him, crouching as she went and only moving to a new staircase when she was sure he'd left it.

Suddenly, he stopped ascending and headed into one of the corridors. Ginny followed cautiously, waiting until he rounded the corner at the end of the hall before venturing out into it. They continued like this for sometime until Blaise suddenly stopped in the middle of a hall and began pacing. Having reached a decision, it seemed, he stopped and entered a room on the right.

Ginny rounded the corner and headed straight for the door. The moment she reached it, she realized he would be waiting for her on the otherside. Behind her was the tapestry of the trolls being taught ballet and before her a door to the Room of Requirements.

It did not take her agonizing and torturously slow seconds to reach out, or to turn the knob, nor to enter the room. She stood before Blaise Zabini in a moment that seemed to have past in the bredth of the blinking of an eye. If she'd retained any doubts as whether he really was waiting for her, they were dispelled by the look on his face. It seemed to be something between exasperation and approving awe at her audacity.

This expression, however, disappeared almost immediately to be replaced by a cool, apathetic look. Blaise narrowed his eyes at her in amusement and said, "Ginevra Weasley, you are either incredibly stupid or incredibly stubborn.

"Tell me," he continued as he stepped toward her slowly, "did you forget already the warning I granted you a mere week ago or did you completely ignore me then." Ginny merely stared at him until he whispered into her ear, voice low and dangerous, "That was not a rhetorical question."

"How do I get him."

Blaise stepped away from her, confusion flashing across his eyes for the most brief of moments. Ginny decided she would need to be incredibly watchful with him in order to remain in league with the games he enjoyed playing so very much.

"How do I get Draco," she repeated, knowing well he would never admit to being ignorant of her meaning. "I know he has some sort of feelings for me, but I don't know how to get him to indulge in those feelings. How do I do that?"

Blaise watched her for a moment before bursting into laughter. Ginny raised an eyebrow but said nothing as she waited for him to control himself. Once his fit of laughter turned into spurts of chuckling he managed to say, "You didn't take my advice the first time I gave it, why should I give you more?"

"Because I'm stubborn," Ginny retorted shortly, "and because you're involved now, whether you like it or not. I know your type, Blaise. Once you get involved in something you won't abandon it until you've seen it through to success. You and I are alike in our determination."

Blaise's eyes flashed and they stared one another down for a long time before Blaise hissed, "You got yourself into this mess, Weasley. You can get yourself out of it, if that is even possible for someone like us."

Then he brushed past her, leaving a shocked Ginevra in his wake. But Ginny was stubborn, so she set her jaw before whipping around and rushing past Blaise to block his path and the exit.

"That can't possibly be the end of this conversation," Ginny asserted as she continued to stare him down.

"Oh?" Blaise said, raising one sculpted eyebrow elegantly. He came off amused but Ginny could feel his annoyance as if it were a tangible thing like the door her palms were pressed against.

"Yes," Ginny said firmly. "If you were going to deny me you wouldn't have come here to speak with me in the first place. You will help me, not because I asked but because you wanted to all along."

Silence settled between them as an electric exchange seemed to spark between them. Each held the other's gaze firmly without flinching or any sign of faltering anytime soon.

That is, until Blaise slammed his hands against the door on either side of Ginny. She flattened herself against the door and could do nothing to prevent the flood of fear which crashed over her so suddenly. Her every nerve went on high alert as Blaise stepped well within her comfort zone again.

"I am not your plaything Ginevra Weasley," Blaise muttered darkly, their lips barely an inch apart, "so don't attempt to toy with me. Draco is not the only man you would do well to keep yourself away from. If you know what's in your best interest, you will return to your boy wonder as if none of this happened. You will forget about Draco Malfoy, and you will keep your distance from me, understand?"

"Yes," Ginny managed to whisper, but she quickly cleared her throat to add in a much stronger voice, "but what if I don't know what's in my best interest?"

The corner of Blaise's lips twitched in...agitation...or amusement? Ginny wasn't sure. Either way, he leaned in closer to say, "Then you will return here on Saturday for Tango lessons."

His hands slipped to her shoulders and she was startled by the gentleness with which he moved her away from the door in favor of leaving. Ginny stood rooted to the spot for a moment as fear slowly seeped from her limbs then she ran after him into the corridor.

"Tango lessons?"

Blaise, hands in his pockets and halfway down the hall already turned to look at her with a smirk gracing his features. His eyebrow quirked again as he said, "You didn't honestly think you could entertain Malfoy for long without even knowing how to dance? All his past girlfriends could tango and you need to be prepared to at least measure up to them before you can even dream of surpassing them."

"I can dance!" she protested, but Blaise merely laughed as he walked away. Nothing more was exchanged between the two, but Ginny knew very well that neither Blaise nor Draco would count the act of seizuring to music her age group so often indulged in as dancing.

"So I guess I learn to tango," Ginny muttered in exasperation, but within her something like excitement was stirring.

A/N: Yaaaaaaaaay! I thought that I had lost this chapter and I'm soooooooo very glad I didn't. Anyway, next chapter will no longer contain the weekday captions the last five have as most of the next chapter with be tango lessons! Whooot! We're almost past the boring stuff, and I'm really excited to get started on the juicy stuff! --jigs--

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