Chapter 5:

When Ginerva finally awake, she was not in her usual waking up conditions. For one or two minutes, she was completely clueless as to where she had fallen asleep the night before, then she noticed her mother's clock on the wall and it dawned on her. Last night had been tiring, and Ginerva supposed she had just passed out on the couch from emotional exhaustion.

Ginerva also distinctly remembered feeling disappointed as none, none, of her older, overprotective, brothers had noticed that she was in total denial and sespair.

The night before...

"Ginny, honey, so glad you could make it after all. I need some help in the kitchen. And hello Hermione," her mother greeted her, with a smile tacking up half her face.

Hermione gently pushed Ginerva toward the kitchen, "Go and humor her, it might help some."

Not truly believing her, Ginerva walked at a funeral pace. "How is it supposed to help me? I just had my heart torn out," she thought depressed.

But still, as she helped her mother prepare dinner, Ginerva tried to act as normal as it was humanly possible, after a breakup. Anyone who was paying the slightest attention could see that she was obviously distracted. All through dinner, she hardly spoke a word. And just picked at her food, even her desert.

The whole night Hermione looked slightly worried about something. The Weasley family noticed that alright. "Is something wrong Hermione?" they asked many a times, concern n their voice. And every single time Hermione would glance at Ginerva and say it was nothing; something at work that needed fixing. Ginerva thought that at least one person would notice the odd way she was acting. The way she participated in no conversations, how she looked so close to crying the whole time, how she kept fiddling with her necklace, but no one noticed.

"Where's Ron?" she heard Hermione ask.

"Oh, he's with his girlfriend, Luna," her mother had answered normally, as if everything was fine, Which was the exact opposite to how things were.

Ron probably had known. He was after all his best – friend. At that thought Ginerva grew furious. A whole year he had been cheating on her with that – that WHORE!

Later they had all gone into the living room, and considering the fact that Ginerva was still there, she would bet high money that she had fallen fast asleep.

She glanced at the time and saw it was only 5:30. Good, now I can get out of here without being seen.

She crept towards the front door, then remembering that her flat's building had a non-apparating ward around it, turned to the fireplace instead. She grabbed some floo powder, shouted her address, and with a blinding green flame she was gone.

Seeing as she was not in any condition to work that day, Ginerva owled in saying that she was sick, then grabbed the remote and began to watch reruns.

Hours passed. It seemed as though Ginerva was in sort of daze, not really paying attention to what she was watching on the muggle television. Then the door bell rang.

Not wanting to talk to anyone at the current moment, as she was at her worst, Ginerva figured if she ignored whoever it was, they would leave her alone. Was totally not going to happen.

"I'm coming! Shut up already!" Ginerva grumbled as she stumbled from her warm comfortable spot on her couch toward the front door. Right before she opened the door, Ginerva checked her reflection in the mirror. What she saw made her gasp aloud. A tired young lady with red puffy eyes from crying, with her bright red hair all ascrew. Seeing as it was quite useless to even attempt to fix it, she opened the door to see none other than Blaise Zabini standing there, his finger about to press the doorbell again.

"What do you want?" she asked rudely, remembering the very evening before.

"Did you know that it is only proper to invite a visitor into his or her home. I think I'll pretend that you did," with saying that he walked passed her into the hallway.

Her mouth shaped in a capitol O, Ginerva slowly closed the door and turned around to see Zabini looking her up and down.

"Zabini, what the hell are you doing?" she inquired of him with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, Ginerva, I was just inspecting the damage that certainly needs improvement," he replied back smirking.

Too tired to want to play word games at the present moment she asked, "What are you doing here Zabini?"

"You called in sick for work today."

"I am very aware that I called in sick today, no need to inform me of that," she sighed with annoyance.

"But you did not let me finish. I have a proposition Ginerva Weasley."

"And what might that be?" Ginerva asked suddenly curious to what any of this had to do with her.

"Well, my mother has been bugging me to get married for quite some time now." He paused and Ginerva raised her eyebrows but did not say anything.

"But she does not want me to marry just anyone, it has to be a pureblood. That was all the requirements."

Ginerva interrupted, "I'm still not seeing how this has anything to do with me Zabini."

"I'm getting there. Now, I don't particularly want to marry so soon, but one must listen to his own mother's wishes. So I came up with a brilliant plan if I do say so myself."

"And what might that be?" Ginerva asked dryly.

"There is only one pureblood wife that my mother would never approve of, and that one person, Ginerva, is you."

Ginerva stood gaping at him for a moment and then replied with, "Did it ever cross your thick skull, that I might never agree with such an idea?"

Blaise Zabini stood smirking in front of her, "Yes it did. That is why I came up with a win-win solution."

"And what, may I ask, do I get in exchange for even thinking about doing something like that?"

"2000 galleons, but that is not all. As I remember hearing correctly, Scarface just dumped you, did he not? Well, what do you think will be going through his mind when he finds out that you have found a fiancée so quickly?"

Ginerva thought for a moment, Harry would be mad, jealous, or not care at all, if she did this. "Zabini, I would very much like if you were to leave my house."

She saw his smirk falter; surly he had expected her to say yes to his deal. He then smirked at her again, and replied with a "your loss" and then he was gone.

Ha take that Zabini! Ginerva thought as she walked back to the living room, to return to her trance.

She had won, or so she thought.

Chapter 6: another currently untitled.