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Ginny slammed the carriage door shut and took in a breath of fresh, non-Slytherin tainted air. If she were in the car with that toad Zabini for one more second she would probably be expelled by the new headmaster in the first five minutes of arrival.

She felt Neville, Luna, and Grant scurrying behind her. She didn't look behind her to see what Blaise was doing, because quite honestly, she didn't care. Ginny couldn't believe that an hour ago she was starting to fancy Zabini's looks.

She rolled her eyes at herself and blamed hormones. She burst into the Great Hall and Hogwarts already felt different. It felt darker. It didn't give off the feeling that you were at home. She sat down at the Gryffindor table and looked around. She could tell that a lot of mud-bloods were missing. Almost all of them.

Poor Dean Thomas was on the run, because he had no idea who his father was and whether he was magic or not. Ginny had to hold back the sadness of being the only Weasley at the school this year, her brother should be here, but seeing as he was on the hunt to kill the evilest man alive….

Neville sat next to Luna and gave her a pat on the back. Ginny thanked him with her eyes and Neville smiled a little. Ginny looked Neville up and down and noticed he grew up a bit over the summer. He no longer seemed like the forgetful, clumsy, round faced Neville he had always been.

Ginny sighed and looked at the other tables. The Hufflepuff's looked scared out of their minds for this year. The Ravenclaws looked frightened, but not as cowardly as the Hufflepuff table. Luna and Grant seemed to be in a rather deep conversation. Ginny didn't notice the slight dreamy look in his eye he had when she first met him.

Lastly, Ginny looked at the Slytherin table. All of them seemed downright excited. They were all holding their heads high and making fun of the Hufflepuff's. Ginny noticed Blaise staring right at her. For a second they both looked into each other's eyes. Ginny blushed, so to redeem herself, she gave him a rude hand gesture.

His mouth popped open and he sneered. "I saw that Ms. Weasley. Ten points from Gryffindor." Said a greasy voice from the stage. Ginny snapped her head up to a see Proffesor- No! Headmaster Snape, smirking at her.

Ginny almost let a few angry tear's fall, but she was strong and held them. There was no way she was going to give Snape the satisfaction of seeing her cry. So instead she looked him straight and the eyes and wiped all fear away.

Snape gave her an angry look and looked away. Snape did not give any elaborate speech and he simply said "Let the sorting begin." In a monotone voice.

There was quiet clapping as the new first Year's walked in. Ginny looked at the new students in pity. The poor kids get sucked into this life in the middle of a war! The sorting began and Ginny couldn't believe the outcome.

All together there was a total of six kids chosen for Gryffindor. SIX! That was the lowest amount in the history of Hogwarts! There were a ton of new Slytherin's and more Hufflepuff's then Ravenclaw's. The six new Gryffindor's proudly walked over to the table and sat down in a little group together.

Snape stood up and strode over to the podium that used to belong to the greatest wizard alive; Albus Dumbledore. How was it possible that the school could go from the best, all the way to the worst of the worst?

Snape smirked at the Gryffindor table and gave a cruel heartless smile to the Slytherin table, the closest thing to a genuine smile he could produce. Ginny sent daggers at him with her eyes as he began talking. At one point he introduced two new teacher's at the school. "Taking the position of Muggle studies and Dark Arts teacher are the Carrow Siblings."

Ginny recognized their names from the Order. They were Death Eaters. Teaching Muggle Studies! And Dark Arts-no longer Defense against the dark Arts! How did Dumbledore ever trust this sleazy man standing in front of everyone.

If Ginny could she would go up there and murder Severus Snape herself, but she was saving that job for Harry. Snape went over a ton of unfair new school rules, reminding the upperclassmen terribly of Professor Umbridge.

When Snape was finally done hearing himself talk, the food was served. The feast wasn't nearly as good as it always was and she knew this year was going to be terrible.

Blaise continued to stare at the feisty girl who was compelling him to his spot until she disappeared from view. Looking back at the carriage ride from hell that just happened, he realized that some of the things he said were pretty stupid.

This girl was messing with Zabini's mind so much that he kept forgetting she was a blood traitor. He was supposed to hate her, and not regret saying something that would offend her. Blaise, being bloody honest with himself, knew he never wanted to get on Ginny Weasley's bad side again.

Snapping back into reality and shoving any thoughts of a certain red head from his mind, Blaise walked into the building for his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He walked up to the table and sat next to a hot looking Slytherin blonde. She gave him a flirty smile and he gave one back. He was about to say something when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him "Blaiseykins!" Pansy shrieked like a hyena.

The blonde he was sitting next to scoffed at Pansy and talked to another boy. Blaise groaned and hit his head on the table. Pansy continued to talk to him God awful annoying voice. Blaise, not listening to a single word she was saying, looked for the girl who had captured his thoughts for the day.

It didn't take long to find her sitting in the middle of the Gryffindor table. She was looking around the great hall. Her eyes held amusement while looking at the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain as he talked to Loony Lovegood. She skimmed over the Hufflepuff's and looked over at the table Blaise was sitting at.

Her nose slightly scrunched up at the sight of Slytherin's. Blaise realized he was staring like a moron at the girl, but at the moment he couldn't seem to look away from her bright brown eyes. He felt satisfaction as he saw a slight brush raise on her cheeks, but that happiness was taken away when she flipped him off.

For the sake of his reputation he sneered at her, but when he knew she wasn't looking he smiled. Even though what she did should be pissing him off, it was just encouraging him harder to figure her out.