I loved writing this chapter, and I know it's very unrealistic but hey! At Hogwarts anything is possible. Tell me if you don't like it, and I won't try the whole angst – y thing again. Please R and R! Thank you.

Blaise kicked out furiously at the sneering figure of Malfoy, who simply stepped backwards, twirling Blaise's wand in his right hand.

"If you thought for one second that I was going to let you get away unscathed, you were deeply mistaken."

"You bastard,"

The ropes bit into Blaise's wrists as he struggled with increasing desperation. The ropes binding him were sturdy, and try as he might he could not loosen them any more than he could fly without a broomstick.

"I would say I was sorry but," Malfoy shrugged his shoulders, his malicious grin deepening.

"Fine," Blaise spat, "I promise, no, swear I will never tell anyone about your sleeping with a

mudblood,"

Malfoy's skin drained a little, but otherwise he showed no sign of having heard the crude reference to Hermione.

"Not good enough." He smirked. "No one can ever know,"

For the first time, fear blossomed, and Blaise had to use inhuman effort merely to stop himself from trembling.

"I can't let you walk away knowing about me and Hermione. I couldn't do that to her, or myself."

"There's nothing you can do to me," Blaise stated, "Short of killing me and somehow, I don't think that would go down to well,"

"I'm not going to kill you, obviously," Malfoy walked over to the window, regarding the sweeping lawns, still dusted with snow. "I'm just going to modify your memory a little,"

"What? You can't do this Malfoy!"

"Yeah, actually I can. Oh, and as a little extra because of the worry you have caused me, I'm going to erase memories regarding a certain blood traitor..."

Blaise's eyes widened as he understood what Malfoy was saying.

"NO!"

Ginny, no, please anything but this, the pain it will cause her as well as me, I will not remember her!

"You are not going to remember Ginny, or anything to do with her. In fact, you may not even know she exists, it will be interesting to watch I think."

Blaise thought desperately of Ginny, of the things he loved most about her, her flame coloured hair, her sparkling eyes and sharp wit, he was going to lose her!

"This is for me, and for Hermione,"

"Hermione wouldn't want this," Blaise yelled, "She would ask us to talk, but not this!"

"That is why I will not be telling her," Malfoy said bitterly.

"Malfoy, please,"

"Ha! The almighty Blaise begging! Not good enough. You should have used your hold over me when you had the chance. But you can't be expected to think ahead, not enough brain cells up there unlike some of us"

"Fuck you! I am nothing like you Malfoy. Hermione's going to realise what a cold hearted bastard you are, and then somehow I don't think she's going to stick around." Blaise strained his wrists against the ropes that felt more like iron, but to no avail. "You will lose her, and then you will be alone for your entire life, that is unless you find a bitch as mad as you. Oh, that's right, there's only one of them out there and she married your father."

"You leave my mother out of this!" Malfoy's face was pure white with rage as he lifted the wand high above his head...

Ginny was racing along the corridor, on the word of a student who thought she had seen Malfoy walk in to a classroom along here. She burst in to the room...

Blaise saw her, her eyes widen and her hand fly to her mouth before she pulled out her wand advancing towards an oblivious Malfoy...

Ginny...

He saw Malfoy mouth a spell he somehow could not hear, saw the pale light flash towards him, reaching him...

She realised what the spell was even as she watched him crumple. Leaping forward, now unaware of Malfoy's existence, she landed by Blaise, shaking his shoulders, calling his name again and again...

He opened his eyes...

Eyes that stared at her...

Eyes that did not know her...