I'm really sorry but I didn't reply to a few reviews this time because I have only just remembered them =S

I just want to say thank you, everyone who reviewed and next time I PROMISE to reply to you all ^^ This update is longer as well, to make up for the delay.

This chapter is dedicated to Holli, because she's an amazing friend and I miss her lots xxx

Hope you enjoy this chapter :-)

The sudden breeze assaulted Ginny as she stepped through the doors out into the grounds, making her suck her breath in rapidly. Scanning the slopes, the amount of students heading for the pitch caused her stomach to clench with sudden nerves.

The possibility of screwing up and doing something stupid that caused the whole team to lose was becoming an increasingly large one, and she flipped her eyes skywards muttering a quick plea that nothing should go wrong. Clasping her shaking hands together, and wishing she had thought this through more, Ginny hurried towards the changing rooms.

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Blaise flinched slightly at the chill in the morning air, surveying the pitch with an experienced eye. He loved Quidditch, and his position as keeper allowed him to watch the game unfold before him, with the fast past causing an increase in his thrill of playing.

He strolled back into the changing rooms and shrugged on the heavy robes in silver and green, which complimented his dark good looks, before retiring to a nearby bench to await the commencement of the match.

His thoughts wandered back to Ginny, who he had glimpsed half running across the lawns in the sharp wind, hair dancing in a mass of amber and gold. He didn't relish the idea of having to play against her, and anticipated a struggle in keeping his mind solely on the game.

"Blaise?" Malfoy's drawling tones emerged from the far end of the room, "Could you bring me the wax from the shelf?"

"No, I'm busy,"

"Doing what?"

"Thinking,"

"Ouch, does it hurt?"

"You would know,"

"Why the long face my friend? We have a glorious match ahead of us, in which over three quarters of the audience are there solely for the purpose of observing me, and which we stand an extremely good chance of winning."

"Hm,"

"Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"I'm fine,"

"Does Mr. Zabini have something he wants to share?"

"Not especially,"

"So where were you last night anyway?"

"Out,"

"Yes, believe it or not I gathered that much. In more detail, where were you?"

"I was having tea with Hagrid and discussing the health of the population of giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest,"

"No need to be sarcastic,"

"You drive me to it half the time. Come on, it's time to go,"

"Sulky bastard,"

"I heard that,"

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"You'll be fine,"

Ginny smiled gratefully up at Harry, who had moved to stand alongside her. He pushed his glasses up slightly before grinning back at her. "Once you get out there I promise you'll feel much better. It's just this waiting; it got to me too,"

"Thanks Harry. Oh, and good luck in catching that snitch,"

"Aha, yeah, thanks,"

All too soon, they were moving out into the bright, crisp air to face the dour Slytherins. As the captains shook hands, Ginny stared at the hem of her robes to avoid Malfoy's open gaze, and felt her insides clenching at the mere thought of everyone packed into the seats.

Then, the match began and she kicked off, rushing through the wind.

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Blaise was relieved when he could finally kick the ground away and soar towards the posts. The game pace was already furious, with Malfoy and Potter jostling each other high above the ground, eyes darting for the elusive golden blur.

Blaise gripped the handle of his broom, already the Quaffle was speeding towards him. His heart sank; Ginny was at the front of the trio of chasers, a determined glint in her eye. She tossed the ball hard at the nearest goal; Blaise swung around and batted it away with the tail end of his broom. Ginny's annoyance was evident, and she glared at him as she turned away.

Malfoy yelled his congratulations down at Blaise, but there was a sour taste in his mouth as he watched the dejected Weasley. Her brother stuck a finger up at him, and he had to duck both bludgers at the same time.

The match continued in much the same way, with Gryffindor steadily losing and the snitch nowhere to be seen. Every time he stopped a goal, Blaise felt his stomach tighten and was extremely angry with himself for allowing another person to spoil the game for him like this.

And then the disaster struck.

Malfoy glimpsed the snitch, and went straight into a vertical dive, closely followed by Harry. He hurtled through the clouds, straight for where Ginny was waiting for the Quaffle, completely unaware. Everyone else it seemed was intent on the seekers, not looking ahead.

Blaise surged forward and pushed into the side of Ginny's broom, moving her to safety just as Malfoy rammed into his shoulder with a large crack. Blaise gripped the broom with his right hand, aware he appeared to be slipping only his right hand didn't seem to be obeying him. He swayed sideways, the agonising pain in his right shoulder making him grit his teeth to stop himself from crying out. In desperation he scrabbled for the broom handle with his left hand, nails scraping the wood as Ginny's shocked brown eyes swam in front of him; her face was pale as the dark enveloped his mind.

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It was dark outside when Blaise opened his eyes, a distorted view of the hospital wing danced in front of him. Groaning, he tried to put a hand to his aching head but discovered the arm was so swathed in bandages he couldn't move it. The sterile smell of the room assailed his battered senses, and he collapsed back onto the pillow.

"Ah Mr. Zabini, awake at last,"

"Why am I here?"

"You fractured every bone in your right shoulder,"

"Ouch,"

"Quite. Well, I've repaired them but you're in for a painful night I'm afraid. You are going to need to stay here for at least a couple of days,"

"Terrific,"

"Indeed," Madame Pomfrey turned to go, muttering about the hazards of what she viewed to be a brutal game.

"Wait, wait!"

"Yes?"

"Who won? Who caught the snitch?"

"You boys are all the same!"

"Yes, I know, but still. Who won?"

"Mr. Potter caught the snitch, owing to the fact that Mr. Malfoy stopped in order to catch you along with Miss. Weasley,"

His heart did a somersault in his chest.

"Miss. Weasley?"

"Yes, she was most concerned about you,"

"Oh,"

Madame Pomfrey turned back to the office, and air of disapproval surrounding her whilst Blaise lay back against the pillows in a state of bliss. He closed his eyes, grinning wryly at the sound of snoring from the nurse's office. The pain she had said he would feel had yet to assault him, and so he was perfectly content to lie back and study the ceiling.

There was a small movement at the door to the ward, and miraculously it opened by itself. A small ripple in the air moved towards a curious Blaise, stopping by the head of the bed. With a swift movement, the cloak was removed and Ginny appeared, smiling down at him.

"I just wanted to say thank you," She touched his bandaged arm gently, "If it wasn't for you, it would be me lying there right now. And I'm sorry for causing this. And I'm sorry for judging you when I didn't even know you." She gave him a rueful smile and sat in the small chair at his bedside.

"Its fine," He turned his head to see her better, "I would do the same thing right now if I had too," She bowed her head slightly, studying her clasped hands.

"Not many people would,"

He shifted slightly on his pillows, "Hadn't you better go? I mean, I don't want you to get caught here so late,"

"I'm not going anywhere, I owe you a rather large favour and I know how painful tonight would be for you. I remember when Harry went through the same, and I thought it would be easier if there was someone here. Unless of course you want me to go,"

"No, no, I don't. That's very kind of you," He stiffened as a spasm of pain ripped through his arm, his dark hair falling across his eyes.

"Then I'll stay, all night if need be," She said softly, her eyes warm.

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She watched him sleeping fitfully, teeth clenching every now and then as the after affects of the medicine battered at him. She felt extremely guilty that he was suffering for her, but it had also caused a spark deep within her that warmed her through. With his eyes closed, Blaise looked younger, more innocent. With one hand she smoothed back his hair from his forehead, the other she slipped between his fingers.

In his sleep, he smiled and clasped her hand gently, causing her to start slightly. She was almost asleep herself when she heard it, and afterwards wondered whether she really had. Blaise had turned his head, holding her hand tighter before murmuring, "Ginny,"

At the sound of her name she leaned forward watching him, his face peaceful now and eyelashes dark against his olive skin. On an impulse, Ginny moved to the edge of her chair and pressed her lips to his fleetingly.

The action prompted a sensation within her, and her heart began to thump somewhat erratically. This was nothing compared to what she felt when his deep eyes flickered open, and he gazed up at her wordlessly.

She bent down again, and brushed her lips against his but this time, as she began to pull away; his hand released her own and moved gently up her back holding her there. He closed his eyes again, lips smiling against her own as he slid his tongue into her mouth.

Ginny didn't leave until the sun was well and truly up, and the room was flooded with light. She whispered that she would return as soon as possible; regret blossoming at the untimely arrival of dawn. He watched her pull on the cloak and the door opening and closing gently. He smiled quietly to himself, and gazed at the morning sky with a new appreciation.