*Important Update (Dec. 09):
hullo dear readers,
some people may love the news, I certainly do: this story is under construction + temporarily paused because of this construction.
it's completely the author's fault, and as much as she hates it when authors do things like that to their readers it's unavoidable now. (better sooner than later, she wanted to say, but it's late anyway, so it really just sucks.)
for an explanation see pathetic lines below.
*pathetic-lines-below*
'as I said above, I don't like it when authors do this, so sorry. but i'm very unhappy with the fic as it is and dumdumdum to make a long story short: it was the first fanfic I posted, it was rushed, the background not properly thought through, plot holes developed while posting and are now hindering the story to go where i've planned for it to go. (the last chapters were attempts of saving the story somehow, but they failed. arrggghh) so now I've decided to give it a make-over and hopefully soon-ish (motivation, where art thou) re-post the first chapters with the (small) changes so we can finally continue the story, the real thing.
as I keep getting reader-alert mails (huh), I thought I'd put this up here. so, now you're informed and know why updates will be delayed.
very sorry for the inconvenience.
thanks for reading.
xo
ps.: if there's something about this fic you found utterly ridiculous/annoying/stupid/weird – you are very welcome to tell me about it. (or tell me/ask something else)
pps.: you're allowed anonymous comments, if that makes it easier to be honest ;-) (please remember, I can't reply to these)
(ppps.: put this note up on the first and last-posted chapter; don't know where people read it.)
*End of Important Update*
beta: Sympathetic Me; thank you again for your help =)
disclaimer: (imagine this in the first chapter. hem.) only thing that belongs to me is the plot idea.
a/n: thank you for the comments on the last chapter! I love to hear your opinion. =)
(and should you ever read this, oh dear slytherin next door, thanks for making decisions for me, whenever i drank too much tea and were unable to think.)
Chapter 06
Not a single word about his behaviour, no explanation, no excuse, no defence. Blaise had given her nothing, not even a smile or a smirk. And still, he had managed to stay.
Ginny eyed him under her lashes with a slight frown, as he sat on her couch; he was avoiding looking her in the eye, whilst she obviously did her best on healing the bruise around his eye, or at least making it less visible.
Yes, well, so the whole plan of … What was the plan? Well, actually it was finding shelter with someone on the otherside for some time and then… figure out another plan. Some time, not only a night. So actually, Blaise shouldn't feel bad about being back again, in Ginny's living room. Which he didn't. Feel bad, that was. Perhaps he felt bad about the idea not going as they had planned. They, being the keyword; Draco. Draco should have been there, not only Blaise, but...
"I'm sorry; this will not get any better." Blaise, ripped out of his thoughts, looked back at Ginny before leaning backwards on the couch, trying to get a look at himself in the mirror on the far wall. What was she talking about? There was no bruise left; everything looked as if nothing had ever happened. He looked perfectly normal. Oh. What a little-
"Funny, Red. Funny."
He shook his head at her, as she got up from the table, grinning to herself as she put away her wand before sitting down farther away, eyes again on Blaise.
Blaise lasted exactly ten seconds, before moving to get up. "Well, thank you, I'll-"
"-Sit. You'll stay." Blaise glanced over to Ginny, who was sending him a look that made him sneer at her, before sitting back down. Why exactly he did so, instead of leaving or putting some spell on her for the sheer joy of putting a spell on her, he was not sure.
A few silent minutes passed and Blaise sifted through his mind, trying to find any evidence of Ginny doing the same thing. Finally, he came to the conclusion that she was either passing the time looking for the right words, or she was waiting for him to say something.
Right words. None of them were probably interested in holding a nice conversation.
"Weasley."
"Zabini."
Blaise's lips twitched as he held back a smirk at her attitude. "How much longer do you intend on sitting here and staring at me. I have places to be."
"I very much doubt that," she answered dryly, a tense silence ensued as they went back to glaring silently at each other.
Well, she was good. Quite intimidating, if Blaise was one to be intimidated. Stubborn and patient. At least for now. He knew, she could just ask him to leave – maybe then he would even give her some information, so she would allow him to stay.
"Do you want some tea?"
He knew, she wasn't actually asking if he wanted some bloody tea. She was trying another approach, trying to make him comfortable, telling him that she was his friend and all that crap her people would use to interrogate people like him.
"Sure."
Both stayed seated for a moment, before Ginny got up without a word and walked into the kitchen.
Blaise followed her with his eyes as long as he could; he then listened to her fill a kettle with water.
Standing, he moved to join her, to have some more fun with stubborn staring contests.
As he walked passed the mirror on the wall, he did a double take and quickly ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, cursing mentally for not noticing the chaos on top of his head sooner.
When he heard someone snort behind him, he glanced past his reflection to find Ginny leaning in the doorway and watching him amused. He ignored her – too late for pathetic excuses now anyway – and continued fiddling with his appearance.
Every now and then his deceitful eyes flickered to her body, the lack of clothing showing it off quite generously.
Finally Blaise forced his eyes from his own reflection to look at her again and immediately breathed out an impatient sigh.
"Ginny!"
"What?!" Ginny asked back, with just as loud a voice as his. Did he actually look for a fight?
"Could you put some other clothes on?!"
"What? Why?" Ginny looked down at herself, arms held to the side.
"Because I'm-" -checking you out in those and- "I-" -can see a lot of your beautiful legs and- "…-You" probably don't want to see me fight my own fingers from moving all over you in a minute. It would look weird and I'd have to make up dumb excuses, because-
"Just. Do it."
"No!"
"No?"
"No," she said, shaking her head bemused at Blaise, who grinded his teeth together, stopping himself from continuing this senseless discussion.
"Well, I'll be off then," he said looking at Ginny, not moving from where he stood though. His eyes were stuck on her for another moment, before he could tear them away and finally turn around.
"Thank you for..." he motioned to his wounds and bruises.
"You're welcome, but where are you going?" she asked, sounding angry, whilst hurrying after him and stopping when Blaise turned around by the front door.
"That is none of your business," he said with a controlled and calm voice, his arrogance would impress even Draco.
"If it's none of my business, why do you keep coming here?" she asked, sounding just as uninterested. Furious inside, because of his unnecessary arrogant behaviour.
"My mistake, it won't happen again, I can assure you." With that he turned around and flung the door open and stopped dead in his tracks, mostly for his own protection and not so much because of the shock of seeing a fist in front of his face, ready to knock the – now open – door.
"Well, hello there," Fred said, sounding unnecessarily sweet.
"So the rumours are true," George said.
"Great," Blaise mumbled.
He took a last look at Ginny, before taking a step forward, ready to –in the worst case- elbow his way out, when they both raised an arm and lay a hand on his shoulders, stopping him.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Yeah, why don't you get inside and sit down for a minute."
"A minute or two."
Blaise looked back and forth between them before he noticed their wands pointing at him.
- - -
"I heard that he was close behind Malfoy."
"Nah, that's just rumours from the girls, swooning over them both," Fred replied fluttering his eyelashes tauntingly when he said the last part.
"Oh, not just girls, my dear brother. Didn't someone see this fourth grader come out of a bathroom on the third floor, Zabini following close behind? That Ravenclaw boy was red as a lobster."
"Maybe they'd fought."
"Maybe you're imagining things. Wait, let me ask him-"
"-He won't tell you, we need to find another way to approach this."
"Merlin," Blaise groaned and Fred slapped him over the back of the head, unfazed.
"Shut up, we're in the middle of finding out your secret and saving the world," Fred said and turned his attention back to his sibling. Blaise shifted carefully away from him on the couch, while running his fingers through his hair.
"Maybe we should-"
"-Do you want something to eat?" Ginny interrupted, and judging from the tone of her voice again, the last thing she wanted to do right now, was to serve them anything.
"No, thank you."
"Thank you, Ginny. Hey, has he told you anything?"
"No, nothing. I-"
"-He has not even brushed his hair. Hm."
Ten minutes later they were still discussing back and forth and Blaise was still staring blankly at nothing in particular, pretending to be bored. Or, well, was bored.
When suddenly a suspicious loud silence developed, Blaise blinked a few times, trying to get out of the daze and let his eyes wander to the side. All eyes were on him.
"Well?" Fred or George – not the one that had hit him before – asked with a smirk.
"Well what?" He watched the brothers for a moment, before looking at Ginny, who on the contrary, sent her brothers a distinctive look.
Blaise looked from the girl to her brothers.
"Okay then," started one of the brothers, turning to Blaise and sending him a crooked smile, "You have a date with some cloaked figures tonight? Or tomorrow? We promise we won't tell anyone."
They all started quarrelling back and forth at this again, Ginny reminding George of the crossed fingers and George telling her that Blimey; he had learned to do it with his eyes instead.
The only thought Blaise could manage to distinguish from the others was where he had his potion.
"Relax, Weasleys. You're giving me a headache." Blaise closed his eyes for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest and shifting uncomfortably, instead of leaning back cockily, like they probably expecting him to do. He was starting to feel uneasy.
There was a tense moment of silence and Ginny tried to read his expression, while Blaise kept his eyes on the table in front of him and tried to clear his mind. He needed a plan right now. Right now! If he wanted to stay here for a little while longer – and he wanted to, because, to be honest, he didn't have other options. And gathering his thoughts and coming up with an ultimate plan with Draco would probably need some time, seeing as the biggest obstacle to make a plan together was probably the absence of Draco. He would have to give her a reason to allow him to stay. His behaviour so far had most definitely been suspicious enough at it was.
Just tell her something, a lie.
"I'm not bringing any Death Eaters to you, nor am I after you or your friends."
Good start. Merlin.
"What then?" Ginny raised her eyebrows at him, unbelievingly.
"I am-" Dignity, Blaise, dignity. There should be something left of it in you somewhere.
He looked back down at the table, raising his eyebrows and his head. "I am just travelling actually." Ugh. Yes, you could have done better.
"Travelling," Ginny repeated dryly.
"Do you think I stay at my mother's mansion all my life, doing nothing but appear to Death Eater meetings Thursday nights-"
"-Oh, Thursday nights!" George cut in and nodded to his brother, who cursed silently.
"-and making plans on erasing the entire Muggle population?" Blaise asked back, getting a bit defensive and blaming his lack of control of his emotions on the… circumstances.
Tell her a lie. How hard could it be?
"And all the blood traitors, while you're at it," Ginny shot back.
"I'm not," Blaise began, letting out an exhausted sigh. It was as if all the energy had suddenly left his body. He felt the blood throbbing in his head, a pain building up just behind his eyes and he just wanted to scream, fly, hide, do something, anything, to make the pressure on his chest disappear. He pushed himself of the couch and ran a hand down his face, just standing there between the table and the couch and the Weasleys.
"What are you doing?"
"Bathroom, buggers."
"Hey-," Fred or George got up and when Blaise looked up, he saw it was them both and Ginny finally too, who held up an arm to stop them.
"-Let him."
And Blaise walked around them and locked the door behind him, sliding down it with his back against it until he sat on the ground and fumbled for the needed drug in his pocket. Maybe he worried, just a little, about the time gaps in between the intakes decreasing.
When he no longer thought his head would explode and that he might throw up, Blaise blinked down at his stomach. There was a little spot of blood spreading on the shirt and he stretched his legs, pulling his wand out of his pocket.
Why had he come back?
He frowned and with a quick movement of his wand and a muttered spell he stopped the wound from bleeding again.
a/n: a recommendation: i just read a fantastically funny ginny/blaise story, it's on the link below and 13 short chapters, I think. really entertaining. i hate my ginny, but this one in that story is just… yes! there you go: http :// peskywhistpaw .livejournal .com/ 166471 .html (just remove the spaces in between; this site won't let me post links)