Chapter Two

Saturday I said I'm sorry...

Ginny yawned as she sat down at the Gryffindor table. What a night! She grinned at Hermione as she sat down. Ron and Lavender were being googly eyes at ech other and Ginny had to resist the urge to throw up. She caught Hermione's eye across the tablend both had to repress giggles.

"Hey, notice something?" Hermione asked.

Ginny looked up from the bacon she had just finished. She followed her friend's gaze across to the Slytherin table. She noticed right away that Blaise Zabini was missing. She felt a flash pity but quickly quenched it. The little git was probably playing hooky. She said as much to Hermione. But... that wouldn't stop her from visiting the little git.

Hermione must have noticed. "Want me to go with you?"

Ginny declined the offer.

Ginny flung a few more strians of casual banter before heading out. She swiped an orange from a table and peeled it as she made her way to the Infirmary. She deposited the peels in a trash can before entering the room. Separating the peices, she began to eat. She walked past the normal beds to the one curtained off. She hiked up her loose jeans to reveal a shapely lower leg. She stuck it through the break in the curtain.

"Oh, Monsieur Zabini?" Ginny cooed in her best French accent. There was a pause and Ginny could hear him swallow.

"Um..."

Ginny couldn't take it any more. She threw open the curtains, grinning broadly at the bed ridden Italian boy. Blaise, already blushing a deep maroon blushed harder, making his cheeks an almost black.

"Hello Lover boy. Have a bad night?" She asked with mock sympathy.

"You brat!"

Ginny put a hand to her heart with feigned hurt. "You wound me! Is that your worse? You should take lessons from Malfoy."

Blaise had by now returned to his normal shade of mocha and seemed in control. "I'd rather not insult a potential love interest."

Ginny laughed at this. "You never give up do you?"

"Where there's a will, my dear Gryffindor. By and by, Happy Birthday."

He tossed a small object at her. SHe caught it effortlessly, years of self defense kicking in. She un wrapped it and grinned at the small grey ball. An Anger Management ball. The charmed spheres were said to glow red when the individual was ticked off.

"I'm not sure if I should be insulted or flattered."

He grinned. "Just call me a regular Cassanova."

"You were considerably less so last night." Ginny reminded him.

He shrugged. "I was trying to have fun at the best party of the year, if rumors were true."

"You weren't invited." Ginny replied, a spark of last night's anger flowing into her voice.

He shrugged again. "Your party needed a bit of livening up."

Ginny's eyes narrowed and a streak of scarlet appeared in the ball in her fist. "Excuse me?" She demanded in a fair imitation of the Warden from Holes.

Blaise, it should be noted, was slightly suicidal, if his next actions were any judge. "You should be careful. It would be easy to make assumptions about your sexual orrientation after some of the things at last night's party."

Ginny had taken five years of self defense. Coupled with pointers by six over protective older siblings, Ginny was not someone to be trifled with. She casually tossed the now solid scarlet ball into the air. She spun gracefully, lashing out a foot as she came around. The laces of her ratty sneakers connected with the ball head on and it flew through the air to strike the bed ridden boy between the eyes. Blaise's eyes rolled up and the ball bounced back into Ginny's hand.

"Cool." She said, pocketing the now grey ball.

(A/N: yeah! Finally got this up! This took me and Nikki Three nights to colaborate this chapter with hers.