Disclaimer: Didn't own it last chapter, still don't. Written with the best of intentions.

A/N: SOOOOOO I'm back! I realized how much I hate when people abandon their fics, and so as not to be a hypocrite, I've decided to push through and ride this all the way to the finish. Pray for me people. Here's my new chapter, it's a little short, but it's here! Enjoy!

I busted open the door, ignoring Myrtle's indignant shriek and sprinted into the room as the door bounced off the wall, aiming directly for my face. I barely made it, and once I did, I dropped to the floor and cried.

Me, Ginny Weasley, who only cried to get what she wanted.

I just bawled. I couldn't help it! I had ruined my own fucking life by being a spoiled brat and had no clue how to fix it.

I didn't know how to make friends. I didn't know how to make my family realize I was sorry for the 15 years of misery I had put them through. I didn't know how to explain to Dean and Seamus that I really didn't mean to break up their friendship. I didn't know how to not be an attention seeking whore.

I mean… fuck. I didn't even know how I was gonna pull myself together in time for Charms.

I just… I just wanted it to be done. All of this… this pain! I didn't really understand where it was coming from, but I felt like my insides where collapsing on themselves and burning in acid.

I knew one thing, though. I had to fix it. All of it. Everything. I had to find away to apologize to every single person I had ever hurt, directly or indirectly. I had to… I had to do more than that, though. I had to actively work to make everything right. People weren't just gonna accept my change of… well… self.

I'd figure it out, though. Ginerva Anne Weasley was smart, and clever. I knew if I could just apply my more devious side to better purposes that I would find a way.

But first, I needed to find away to get rid of all this damn snot in my nose. Looking around, I couldn't find a scrap of toilet paper or towels around. I mean, Merlin, was this not a bathroom!

What kind of loo is paper free?

And, it was just as I resigned myself to my fate and started to blow my nose on my untucked shirt that Blaise Fucking Zabini, the hottest damn Slytherin in the school decided to pop his head through the door, and look straight down at me.

It was fitting, really.

Of course I had spent a good two years trying to get him to notice me. I had figured, back then, he'd make a fantastic plan B. But now… now he was looking like the best damn first choice in the world.

There he was, all backlit like that angel in that Muggle film dad made us watch, his chocolate brown skin just glowing and his peculiar violet eyes just glinting with amusement and… dare I say a spark of interest?

Not that it mattered, since all I did was finish blowing my nose, wipe my face on my sleeve and turn away.

He couldn't possibly be here for any reason but to mock me, since my obsession with the Bloody Boy Who Lived was well known throughout the school. Except to Harry. Or maybe to Harry. Who fucking knows! And, just to make it all the more better, Zabini was Malfoy's best mate.

Of course.

I mean, who else would be the first to find me in my lowest state but the best mate of my enemy… or my… man usurper. Not that Harry was ever really mine. Godric, I just keep bringing that up don't I!

"Um, Weasley? Ginny? Can I call you that? Are you… are you alright?"

I slowly turned and stared. I could have sworn the black Adonis in the doorway had just spoken to me. Not wanting to seem crazy if he hadn't, I waited to see if this strange occurrence would happen again.

"I mean, crap, I'm fucking this up royally aren't I? You probably have no clue who I am… My name is Blaise. Blaise Zabini. I… I'm a sixth-year Slytherin, and I'm really hoping that doesn't matter to you but… fuck. Are you okay?"

So I hadn't hallucinated. Huh.

I sat there, dumbstruck at being addressed by the reclusive god for a few moments until my brain kicked my in the face and his words registered.

I stood up quickly and wiped under my eyes, hoping the mascara trails weren't too bad. There wasn't much to do about the shirt, so I just pulled out the rest and smoothed it out some.

"Um. Sorry, Ya, you can call me whatever you want Bl-Zabini. Um. Ya, no I know who you are, I've… I've seen you around and… um ya, Wow this is… awkward, sorry, um I'm just… I'm just gonna… ya I'm just gonna go… Sorry for… taking up your time or… ya. Kbye."

Mortified at my horrifying incapability of speaking coherently, I tried to squeeze through the small space between Blaise in the door, all the while cursing myself for indulging in three slices of Treacle Tart last night after dinner.

But, alas Blai-Zabini was too quick for me, and his had shot out and curled around my upper arm.

"Wait, Ginny. I just… I just want to talk to you. I'm sorry if I'm being presuming but… I just want to… to see if we can be friends. Yeah… friends would be nice. Please, Ginny."

I stopped dead in my tracks hearing his velvety silk voice caress my name like that. Oh, I could listen to him speak for ages.

"I… okay. What did you want to… um… talk about then?" I replied, silently applauding myself for almost speaking a full sentence like a big girl. Merlin. What was going on with me?

"Oh… right! Well, are you okay, Ginny? I mean you tore out of the Great Hall like a bat out of Hell. Not that you're a bat or anything, it's just an expression. But, well, yeah the question still stands."

Confused by his continued muggle references that flew right over my stinted understanding, I answered the question as best I could.

"Oh, I'm fine. I just… uh… forgot my Charms book. In Myrtles bathroom… yeah. And, I was so relieved that it was here that I cried tears of um… relief. So, no worries! I'm just peachy!" My voice squeaked up at the end and I winced, wondering when my ability to lie had gone down the drain.

Bl-Zabini, oh, screw it, Blaise looked at me incredulously, obviously having seen right though my lie. I willed him not to call me on it, prayed to every deity I knew for him to let it slide-

"Ginny. We both know that's a bunch of crock."

Damn. Guess it had been awhile since I last invoked the powers of the Almighties. Oh well.

"Fine Blaise. What do you want me to say?" I retorted, growing a bit angry. Why couldn't he leave me to wallow in peace?

"You want me to tell you about how I've been convinced I would marry Harry Potter for 11 years? You want me to say that my heart has been torn out of my chest? You want my to sit here and spill all my feelings to you, talk out how my family hates me and I have no friends? You want to hear about how I don't know how to face my family anymore? You can just leave me the hell alone Zabini. You know nothing about me. You can go back to the snake pit and tell all your little mates about how you watched Ginny Weasley cry for all I care. It doesn't matter anymore, none of it does. I just… aargh!"

I tore my arm from where it continued to rest in his grip and ran towards Gryffindor tower, my tears so conveniently renewed.

Who was I kidding? I wasn't ever going to make it to Charms.