N/A I do now own anything by J.K. Rowling.
I will in some chapters lightly/creatively copy some of Rowling's work. So if anything comes in line with the book, don't be displeased. However this is in third person but won't have anything to do with Harry, Ron or Hermione's Point of Views. This is a Blaise and Ginny relationship, with eventually a Ginny-Draco friendship.
REVIEWS are appreciated!
This story won't always follow the book. Most of the events that happened in the J.K. Rowling's masterpiece will be stated/retold in Blaise's POV, Ginny's POV will eventually appear in the story, as in her detentions with Draco, and when her and Blaise really begin talking.
She couldn't understand what that boy was up to. Talking to her in the carriage like they were lifelong friends or something. Agreeing with her, was something she never expected the likes of him to do. Did he hit his head?
"Gin," Dean called out her name next to her.
"Hmm." She sounded, giving him at least a small hint that he heard her.
"You seem in a whole other world, anything I should know about?" He asked concern filling his dark eyes.
"No, no of course not, just thinking how small these first years look. I can't believe we all were really that small." She sighed. She didn't like lying to him, but it wasn't exactly a whole lie, was it. The first years were considerably small that year, she kept wishing she could remember that year. She was trying to ignore the ceremony, but was failing.
"Neither can I , he answered gazing at the seat where a Regina Conti, graced herself to the hat. "Look how small that one is, she doesn't look like she's even nine, better yet eleven."
"She is considerable small," she mumbled, watching the small girl. After, the hat yelled "GRYFFINDOR" and the girl sat amongst them, she felt eyes on her. Even if it was only just a second, she felt it as a tingle rolled itself down her spine. Her eyes scanned the other tables and ended up without a pair of eyes, just when she thought she was just being paranoid his eyes caught hers. Blaise Zabini's eyes caught hers. Not only did this confuse her more than she already was, but her mind started to race as to why the boy would even grace his eyes upon her table. Her thinking however didn't stop her from keeping her eyes against his. Her light brown pools of iris pouring themselves into his dark blue. She felt that tingle roll down her spine again. As the next ickle firstie sat on the stool, Neal O'Rourke. The hat called Gryffindor right at the hat sat down lightly on the boys head. Did she look away from those dark blue pools of color.
She was confused. She thought this feeling couldn't get any worse. First the carriage, now this it just didn't make any sense. Her mind pondered on Blaise, until Dean's thumb began to rub the top of her hand. Then a feeling of guilt passed through her head. She smiled over at Dean. This is what she wanted...as least that is what she thought at the moment.
Food appeared from a flick of a wrist, and dinner went along well as it had years before. As supper dissapeared, and desert appeared the doors to the great hall opened. In walked the one and only Harry Potter.
Ginny had been writing letters back and forth with Dean all summer, but when they left the train that afternoon he was supposed to save a seat on one of the carriages for her. He, I guess some on lookers could say was that he tried, and didn't do such a great job at it. It was now later that night, Harry made his entrance in the great hall, and now every student was quite stuffed and lounging in their common rooms. Most students except for Ginny Weasley. Ginny was planning to go running. It's what she did, or at least tried to do if work wasn't starting to pile up. It was one of the ways over the years that she learned to clear her head, I guess six brothers can do that to a person.
That is where Ginny was now, working her way down the stair cases to the front doors. Normally she would end up at the quidatich pitch, but tonight she was thinking of trying a different route.
"Good Evening, Miss Weasley" Professor Vector nodded toward her as passing her on the stair case.
"Good Evening." Ginny responded sweetly.
"Where may you be going this late. dear?" Professor Vector asked stopping her on the stairs.
"Out for a run before curfew. With Hogwarts feasts you have to do what you can to say fit?" Ginny laughed.
"Well that is true dear, but please don't be late." Professor Vector stated with a smile and started walking again.
"I will." Ginny smiled back.
Her walk slowed as she reached the last steps and walked on the flat. unmoving ground. When she reached the lake she stopped next to it. The moon was high in the sky making the dark water glisten in the light it produced. Ginny thought she was alone outside., until someone spoke behind her.
"It's pretty at night." he stated, looking out at the water. She turned to look at him with suspicion in her eyes.
"It is." she stated slowly turning to look at him. "Why do you keep talking to me as if it's a normal thing?"
"What is it not normal to talk to someone?" Blaise stated with a small crooked smile that wasn't quite a smirk, but not a smile either.
"That is not what I meant. I'm a Gryffindor. Why would you want to talk to me, considering I don't trust you at all." She stated rather shaky.
"Never said you had to trust me. I never gave you a reason to or not to trust me. We are just two people talking, harmless."
"O...Kay." Ginny stated, moving her eyes away from him and back out to the lake. Five minutes passed before someone said something.
"I don't have a problem with houses you know. I have a sister in your house." Blaise stated shuffling his feet on grass.
"I don't believe there are any Zabini?" She asked.
"She's not a Zabini, Her names Regina Conti." He mumbled stuffing his dark skinned hands into his black trouser pockets
"She was one of the first years, right?" Ginny questioned.
"Yeah, first ever Gryffindor in the family actually." Blaise stated still looking out at the water.
"Will your family take that well?" Ginny asked getting rather interested. Blaise shrugged.
"Do you run?" Ginny asked realizing she spent way too much time looking at the lake.
"I do?" Blaise asked suspiciously.
"Well that is why I am out here to begin with. " She stated with a small smile on her face.
"As much as I admire you motives Ginny Weasley. I am not wearing running shoes, or I admit I may just pick up on that underlined offer." Blaise smiled and turned back to the steps to the castle. "It was a pleasure Ginny Weasley." He called out as he walked away.
Ginny shook her head with a small intrigued smile on her lips. She knew from that moment on that something was going to be different this year, very different. She then realized that the time few by when she was talking to Blaise and decided to make her run short that night.
The next morning was quite busy for the first day most students got up early. Students were quite alive that morning busy moving about in the Great Hall. Heads of house were giving out time tables and ghosts were floating about making pleasant conversations with students. Ginny however was quite tired that morning, and wasn't that hungry either. If it wasn't for the fact that she had to recive her time table she would have skipped breakfast completely and would have gone to the library to look for the new Potion books Madam Prince got in over the summer. Most to contrary belief potions was Ginny Weasley's favorite subject, and secretly Professor Snape was one of her favorite teachers.
"Miss Weasley, I hope all is in order?" Professor McGonnagal spoke producing her a time table on the wooden table in front of her.
"Thanks Professor, I will be contacting you if I do find any problems." Ginny answered with a smile.
"Professor Snape is well informed that he will see you and Mr. Malfoy tonight for detention."Her head of house nodded her head and began on her way. Once Ginny got her table she quickly grabbed a piece of toast and headed slowly up to the Astronomy tower for her first part of Astronomy with Professor Sinistra, since star watching had to be done late at night. She was surprised she had not seen Dean that morning, but it wasn't nagging at her.
"Ginny! Ginny! Wait up!" yelled a girl in her year named Apala Daruka.
"Apala." Ginny smiled as she stopped and waited for her to catch up.
"What class do you have first?" Apala asked happy to see the red headed Gryffindor friend.
"Astronomy, it is only lecture." Ginny responded.
"Well, that is where I am heading as well." The dark skinned Indian girl stated falling into step with Ginny.
"Astronomy with the Ravenclaw's it is." Ginny laughed.
Ginny's first day was rather boring. It was all welcome back introductions, except for Transfiguration where the class jumped right into taking notes and Divination where someone annually was predicted to die.
She was on her way to dinner that evening before walking her lengths to Professor Snape's new classroom, considering he was the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor instead of Potions this year. Don't get anything wrong Potions was and will always be the Professor's first love.
"'ello Ginny." Lyra Mays voice greeted falling into step with her. Lyra was a tall girl with dark brown hair that was always in its rightful place. Lyra was one of the only Slytherin's that would talk to a Gryffindor.
"Lyra." Ginny greeted with nod and a smile. The two met their second year in potions. Professor Snape had paired together Gryffindors and Slytherins just for the pure enjoyment. The pair was the only ones not only to finish their term potion on time, but were able to work together without losing either house points. This was the year that Professor Snape invited his first Gryffindor student to his semi secret Special Potion class that met on Tuesday and Wednesdays after dinner.
"Professor Snape, wished for me to give this to you. It's something about a detention tonight, also said to give you this." Lyra spoke handing her twp pieces of paper.
"Great!" Ginny stated rather excited. "We are going to be partner's again?" Ginny asked.
"As long as Snape doesn't pick for us." Lyra laughed
"How was your summer?" Ginny asked making small talk.
"As best as it could be, considering the divorce and all. Lots of fights and such. I did spend time with Clay over the summer." She stated with a blush.
"Are you too on now or something?" Lyra smiled at Ginny's question.
"Yes, we are, but I promise you that I will pick you as a Potion partner before I pick him." Lyra laughed giving reassurance to her friend.
"I'm so happy for you!" Ginny smiled and hugged her friend as they both reached the door to the great hall. "Well, I should be getting to the Gryffindor table, before Ron pops a vein or something. You know how he can get."
"Really, you are telling me" Lyra laughed.
"Yeah, you should have seen how red his face got when I told him Dean and I had become a couple." Ginny laughed sadly moving her way through the Great Hall doors. Lyra was not far behind, yet nothing else was spoken between the two as they took their own paths to their respected tables.
"Why were you talking to her!" Ron asked rather angry.
"Same reason I talk to you." Ginny spoke walking down the table to sit next to Dean. As she sat down she tilted her head to Ron, with a lopsided smile on her face watching his face turn bright red.
"Hey." Dean greeted as she turned away from Ron and looked at him.
"Hey." Ginny greeted back and in spite of Ron kissed him.
"You want to meet me out by the Lake after Dinner? I haven't seen you all day." Dean asked picking up his fork.
"Can't Detention with Snape. Sorry I really wish I could. You could meet me in the Common Room after." Ginny stated with a small smile. Dean's face appeared sad but nodded in agreement to meeting him in the common room after her detention. Conversation was mostly small talk, and Ron said nothing else to her. Dinner had ended rather more quickly than Ginny would have liked.
After dinner Ginny went up to her dorm to change, thinking if she was serving detention with Professor Snape he most likely was going to make them clean. Knowing for a fact that it was most likely to arrange potions in his storage closet. Ginny changed into a simple dark green t-shirt that went well with her hair, and the grey sweat pants she wore most time she went running in the fall. If she was going to have to go to detention, why not be comfortable. She put her long red hair up into a high pony tail and grabbed her "casual" robe that was also Dark green, much to her families dismay, besides her mother since she understood red-on-red just clashed, and began her way to the dungeons. Professor Snape just wouldn't have his classroom anywhere else in the castle, he was a Slytherin at heart after all.
For once the walk was quite quiet, besides waving to a few people she shared classes with. She reached the classroom door in no time. Knocking before entering, Ginny waited to be greeted by the Professor. Four years in Snape's Special Potions class told her, that Snape just didn't want idiotic questions that one should know the answer to, or ones that seem to be common sense, and of course he never wanted people just to barge into his classroom even more his office. Ginny learned this from an interesting encounter she had with this, her second year. She stood back from the door and waited.
"I come to wonder why in the love of Merlin, this school would place me in a room with the likes of you, yet I always seem to question this schools ethics," the platinum blond stated staring at his perfectly manicured finger nails.
"Malfoy. Pleasure meeting you here, I'm surprised you actually decided to show." Ginny grimly stated tilting her head to the side at her. Taking in his choice of clothing. Black slacks, worn in dress shoes that now would be comfortable to wear rather than when he had purchased them, and a simple light blue silk dress shirt, that if anyone that was actually looking at Draco Malfoy's looks could tell you matched his eyes.
"Ah, for a chance to see our lovely Professor. I wouldn't miss it." Draco stated sarcastically. Ginny noticed his sarcasm, but didn't say anything to him about it. Professor Snape opened the door.
"In." He stated at the pair. The pair walked into the room, not looking at each other. "Well, according to Professor McGonagall you two have the pleasure of detention with me for three different night. I personally congratulate you on your efforts to see me so early in the term, however I do find it an invasion of my time. I would advise you both to not be caught in a detention with me, again. " The Professor drawn angry. "Well, cleaning and organizing my personal potion closet is in order. It should take about three nights to get it perfect." He ordered. "I will be locking the door, and in my quarters." he stated leaving rather quickly robes flowing behind him, locking the door as he told them.
"Perfect." Malfoy complained.
"Sarcasm noted." Ginny raised her eye brows and made her way to the closet. She got to work as Malfoy's face went into a puzzled expression. The two of them, well mostly Ginny worked in silence, for the first hour and a half before he spoke.
"How do you do that so fast?" Malfoy asked leaning contently back in one of the chairs with his feet on the desk.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Ginny couldn't believe he wasn't helping her, yet at the same time she knew that he wouldn't work well trying to help he would get underfoot.
"Actually, it has spiked my interest . I would like to know." He stated shuffling his feet to cross at the ankles his slacks pulling up to show pale skin of his leg. "But then again that isn't the only thing that has spiked my interest."
"What would that be Malfoy, I really don't have time for this." Ginny stated walking out of the closet, setting down what she was doing. Her medium sized hands placed on her hips. He started to raise his eyebrows and his eyes shown some amusement in her stance.
"What!" Ginny asked, in quite wonderment as to the fact that the Draco Malfoy was showing emotion.
"What!" He mimicked, moving his hands behind his head.
"You are such a git, but in sake for the three whole nights we have to spend in each other's company we should call a semi-truce." Ginny shook her head at him, but stranded firm on her suggestion.
"And why should I agree to that?" Malfoy asked rather amused. As Malfoy asked this, Ginny went back into the closet and brought out a box of papers.
"Because you know as well as I do that it will never leave this room. That we both have to play the game. We are only pawns and I know that you know that, and you can feel that everything is going to go to shit this year." Ginny told him after setting the box she got from the storage closet down . Malfoy didn't say anything at first just gave Ginny a look that she couldn't quite read, yet Ginny continued," We always pay for peoples mistakes, in some way or another." Again Malfoy just gave her that same look.
"There is a way for everything to go to shit, Ginerva. Rather than the reasons, I give you a verbal truce, don't want to catch any germs."
"Pleasure than, believe me this does not and will never make us friends. To answer why I'm so fast at organizing Potions I happen to be quite adapt in them, and for Lyra we were partners second year. We work well together much to Snape's dismay stayed in touch since." Ginny responded grabbing another small stack of papers out of the box and slowly shuffling them into piles.
"Information noted." Malfoy stated.
"You called me Ginerva?" Ginny questioned.
"Did I?" Malfoy drawled. "That is your name isn't it?"
"Yes, it is my name, but I didn't believe you knew it." Ginny eyed him with distrust.
"I do, and since we are here alone in a truce, Ginerva sounds better than Weasley doesn't it?" Malfoy stated fixing his pant leg that had crawled up his leg earlier.
"That is does. Fine you can call me Ginerva, but please don't get used to it." Ginny shook her head at him being friendly.
"You are wondering why I am being pleasant, also what you did to make me amused earlier plagues your mind?"
"You know that most people can feel that?" Ginny responded with a small smile.
"Only if their on guard." He stated staring at the ceiling, and not at her who was staring at him all too contently. "Can they feel someone enter their mind."
"Who are you quoting? Cause I swear I've heard that before." Ginny said starting to panic. She knew who had said that to her before. Tom.
"No one important to you that is." Malfoy said smugly. "And no it is not whoever this Tom fellow is either."
"Stop that!"
"Fine, but when you stood with your hands on your hips you just reminded me of my mother is all." Ginny gave him a light smile at his statement.
"She's very pretty." Ginny stated as Malfoy moved his feet off the desk and back onto the ground, and leaning forward as doing so.
"Yes, she is." He stated admiring his finger nails for the second time that night.
"You show sadness when speaking about her." She stated wiping her hands on the front of her shirt making a grey mark streak across it. He just nodded his head and didn't say much after that, much to Ginny's dismay he picked up a stack of papers in the pile from the box that sat in front of him. The two of them both worked in silence for quite some time. The fact that they worked well, was a great achievement in Ginny's mind. She never thought they could finish, at least one third of the closet before Snape would come back to release them.
"Professor Snape shouldn't be back for at least a half hour and we finished enough of the room to stop for the night." Ginny stated looking up at the clock on the wall. Again, he didn't say anything more to her, but still stopped organizing. Ginny grabbed her robe, which she discarded when she had began working and but it back on.
"Green?" Malfoy muttered, rather surprised.
"Yes, Green. It goes well with my hair, don't think much of it." She stated and he just shrugged.
"Just a surprise. A Griff wearing Green." He spoke with that same amusement from earlier.
"Have you finally met someone you like?" Ginny asked still a little put off by his change in attitude even thought they called a truce.
"Why do you say that?" he asked leaning his back against the nearest desk, for once that showing no emotion on his face.
"Your guards down, and I know I'm just a Weasley, but I am not blind, even though I tended to stay in the shadows over the years." She stated sitting down on top of the desk next to the one Malfoy was leaning on.
"At least you agree you are just a Weasley." He smirked.
"I know her, that's why you try to pick a fight with me?" She asked raising her eyebrows at him.
"Your very observant." He raised his eyebrows at her back.
"Let see..." She started to surmise, fist bringing itself to rest on her chin, elbow on her knee. "She would have to be a Slytherin, and a pureblood. Then again that is the same thing. " She waited for his reaction, but there was none again because he wouldn't look at her and found an interest in the old ceiling again. "She won't be a sixth year, because you can't even argue that if she was, Pug face would freak." Ginny laughed a little at the humor of Pansy Parkinson going after one of her own.
"That is true. If there was a girl she would not be in my year." He nodded.
"I told you I'm going to figure it out before we leave this room tonight."
"I seriously doubt that, Ginerva." he muttered, crossing on ankle over the other and folding his arms.
"She wouldn't be a fourth year, for that would just be akward. Of course this is only true because they are in that awkward stage in life when they realized boys aren't just boys." Again she waited for his reaction, which this time shown she was correct. "So that make her a fifth year with me, and that leaves three Slytherin girls, considering You and Lyra are defiantly not on, since she's not with Clay Harper."
"No, not Mays." He muttered almost as if at one point in time he wished she was.
"So there is a girl!" Ginny half yelled in satisfaction, his face grew slightly pale at that. "I told you I'm good."
"Good, not great" he agreed knowing full well that great was always better than good when talking about some sort of skill.
"She's not Marilyn, cause really with all that acne who would what to kiss that, plus she is the most ditzy girl I have every cross paths with..." Ginny tailed off when the class room door opened revealing Professor Snape.
"Out. I will send note the day before your next detention." He scowled, giving fast hand movements indicating the two of them to get out. They obliged. Out in the hallway Malfoy shoved his hands into his slacks pockets, scanned the hallway and nodded once to Ginny. She nodded back, when she reached the end of the hall she turned around, "Cora." When she said the name Malfoy turned around. "Cora Adair," she muttered to herself. Gave Malfoy a smug look, cause she finally figured it out.
When she finally reached the seventh floor did she realize how tired she really was.