I am so sorry for the delay with this chapter; severely bad writers block coupled with a laptop that has a tendency to conveniently lose all my work has really slowed me up.

Sorry to you all, and thank you to those of you who sent me messages about it, they really encouraged me to keep going :-)

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"Bugger, damn damn damn," Ginny cursed under her breath as she rushed along the corridor, flinging first years from her path. She had arranged to meet Blaise at lunch, and was now nearly half an hour late. Snape had kept the entire class in because someone had left some choice products from her older brothers' shop behind his desk, and the joy of having rabbit ears was utterly lost on the dour potions master.

"Excuse me," She muttered, elbowing her way through the tightly packed hall way. With a sigh of relief she turned the corner, only to be met by a drawling voice.

"Why Ginny, I'm beginning to think you don't love me anymore,"

"That's funny Draco; I could have sworn I didn't in the first place,"

The smirking Slytherin detached himself from the shadows and matched her pace. Ginny ducked her head, tucking a strand of hair behind an ear and clasping her books closer to her chest.

"And where are we off to in such a hurry?"

Her unintelligible response caused him to step in front of her and take her hand in one fluid movement.

"Come now Ginny," His languid tone arrested her, "You weren't so hostile last night," He brushed his lips over her hand, his eyes never once leaving her face. Ginny glared at him, determined to ignore the slight tingling of her skin.

"You kissed me, Malfoy, in an entirely unwanted gesture,"

"See, that would be your head speaking Ginny," Flipping her hand over, his thumb traced diminishing circles on her palm. He moved closer, whispering in her ear, "But your heart says something else I think,"

Ginny snatched her hand away, rubbing it angrily on her skirt and made to continue down the corridor.

"No you don't, no running away this time," Malfoy murmured, before catching her by the waist and spinning her round to face him. Her books flew from her arms as he silenced her enraged protestations with a kiss. She struggled furiously, her hands pushing against his shoulders before kneeing him in the crotch.

"Fuck!" Malfoy lept back from her, bent double with pain as his self assured act melted. Ginny collected her books and fled, cheeks burning.

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Blaise sighed as he glanced up and down the corridor once more. He wanted to wait for Ginny, but Quidditch practice started soon and he couldn't afford to be late after his performance last time. Clenching his fists on the cool stone of the windowsill in frustration, he turned to gaze out of the glass and across the grounds.

Already, some of his team were gathering on the pitch, and he was about to leave when she flung her arms around him.

"I'm so sorry," Ginny gasped, breathless from her headlong flight from Malfoy, "Snape kept us in and then I couldn't get through there were that many people," She stared upwards at Blaise, striking in his house colours and wrapped her arms tighter around him.

"Its fine," He kissed the top of her head lingeringly, "Although I have to leave for practise,"

"Oh," Her disappointment was tangible as she looked up at him, "Can I watch?"

"Of course," He smiled and picked her books up off the floor where she had dropped them. She beamed back, and caught his free hand as they walked outside.

Ginny seated herself in the stands, her eyes fixed upon Blaise as he kicked off. She had resolved not to tell him about her encounter with Malfoy earlier, and she only hoped Malfoy himself wouldn't say anything. The blond Slytherin had arrived moments after them, limping a little, and seated himself upon his broom with a barely discernible grimace. She hoped he had trouble walking for at least a week.

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"Where were you?" Blaise yelled across the pitch to Malfoy, the wind whipping his hair back from his face. His friend ignored him, choosing instead to climb wincing unto his broom and kick off gingerly. Blaise shook his head, and accelerated over to where Draco was now hovering.

"I was held up," Malfoy looked over to the stands, where Ginny sat watching them warily. Blaise followed the direction of his gaze.

"What do you mean?" His insides clenched with a sudden fear and his knuckles turned white as they gripped the handle of his broom.

"Why does it matter to you?" Malfoy stared at his friend in amazement, a frown creasing his brow. Blaise curved away from him to block a Quaffle as it sped towards the goal.

"Because I love her!" Blaise howled over the wind.

Draco stared at him for a split second, before dissolving into laughter. He rolled through the air towards a motionless Blaise on his broom, shaking with barely suppressed mirth.

That's when Blaise punched him.