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Maxilocks 03-28-2008 09:43 AM

Red With Black: 50 by Senorita for Blaise & Ginny - Sa13+
 
Red With Black:
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50 by Senorita for Blaise & Ginny


In sweet memory of all those sweet memories I have shared with and on SS.
16/ 3/ 07 :: 16/ 3/ 08


Finished :: 3rd April, 2008

{ To Do List }

1. Accio
2. Avada Kedavra
3. Braking Charm
4. Blasting Curse
5. Colloportus
6. Crucio
7. Confundus
8. Diffindo
9. Disapparate
10. Engorgio
11. Expecto Patronum
12. Furnunculus
13. Flagrate
14. Horn Tongue
15. Hurling Hex
16. Impedimenta
17. Imperio
18. Incarcerous
19. Jelly Legs
20. Knitting Charm
21. Langlock
22. Legilimens
23. Levicorpus
24. Lumos
25. Mobilicorpus
26. Morsmordre
27. Muffliato
28. Nox
29. Obliviate
30. Oppugno
31. Orchideous
32. Petrificus Totalus
33. Point Me
34. Protego
35. Quietus
36. Reducto
37. Relashio
38. Rictusempra
39. Sectumsempra
40. Sonorus
41. Scourgify
42. Silencio
43. SpeRevelio
44. Stupefy
45. Tarantallegra
46. Tergeo
47. Twitchy Ears Hex
48. Unbreakable Vow
49. Wingardium Leviosa
50. Waddiwasi


Pink = Done


______________________

Impressions
Theme # 1: Accio



"You think the spell Potter used was cool?" Blaise Zabini scoffed at the first year. "Are you sure you're even a Slytherin, Denver?"

Marcus shivered.

You get odd-ones-out in every breed, Blaise thought.

Well?” he demanded impatiently.

“I – ye – NO!” Marcus squeaked, red-faced. “M-most fourth year-rr-s c-can’t d-do it. M-my f-friend said s-so.”

Blaise rolled his eyes. “Let me show you a little practical, Denver.” He raised his wand lazily, just as a group of girls – third years, Gryffindors all of them – filed out from Potions class. “Accio parchment!"

A roll of parchment in the hands of the nearest girl zoomed neatly towards him. All of the girls looked over, but retreated on seeing him – A Slytherin, and not the very friendliest one, either. The one whose parchment he now held, however, did not.

“What’s your problem, Zabini?” Her voice was fierce.

“You can speak, Weasley? By the sight of your robes, anyone would have thought otherwise.”

She elbowed him so hard, he had to grab the nearest wall for support. Snatching her roll of parchment from him, Ginny Weasley stormed off. Zabini raised an eyebrow, a slight smile crossing his face as he turned around.

She was – – Impressive.

You do get odd-ones-out in every breed, after all.

Maxilocks 03-30-2008 06:27 AM

Theme # 2: Avada Kedavra
 
Unexpected Invites
Theme # 2: Avada Kedavra



"Who can tell me the third unforgivable curse, now?"

Moody's half silent question seemed to send a wave of electricity among those in the class who knew the answer. Among them was Ron. Blaise, leaning back in his chair, noticed his immediate reaction without meaning to: He was Ginny Weasley's brother.

Ginny Weasley.

He shook his head, shook away the thoughts. His eyes were wandering around aimlessly, all of a sudden. To think these people were actually scared of a simple, unforgivable curse, one like Avada Kedavra. But he had known the dark arts for too long, now. Perhaps... Perhaps that was why he was not afraid, not afraid of the thought, of the deed.

His face showed too plainly his inner feelings: the feeling of no care, and no worry as far as this class was concerned. He did not think anyone would notice, though. Which was exactly why the event as the class ended, and everyone left - Gryffindors heading their way, Slytherins their, all with their bags and books - came as a surprise to him.

"You want to see me personally in your office, Professor?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mad-Eye Moody nodded. "Yes, Zabini."

Maxilocks 03-30-2008 06:55 AM

Theme # 12: Furnunculus
 
Seeing Red
Theme # 12: Furnunculus



Ginny giggled as Cormac McLaggen stormed off, livid. Having just challenged Harry to an on-the-spot duel and lost spectacularly, he was clearly aggravated.

"What a jerk," Ron muttered.

"Your sister's boyfriend, you mean," a voice, not far off, shot back.

Ron turned around, red-faced, only to see Blaise. For reasons, he had never liked him. Others would think it was because Zabini was the stereotypical, cunning Slytherin but, if truth be told, Ron had his personal, not-so-pleasant memories associated with the boy.

"You -" he began.

Next moment, he had been thrown backwards, and Blaise was grinning.

"What a tragedy your best friend is, Potter. Ever heard of second-hand robes trying to duel?" Blaise's said coldly. Harry's wand sprang into immediate action but, before he could do anything, Blaise was already ducking Ginny's fierce Furnunculus.

"What's your problem, Weasley?" he demanded angrily, unexpectedly not responding with an even spell.

"You need some special St. Mungo's treatment, Zabini," Ginny spat at him.

"You know you have a way with words that's so... delicious."

Ginny's face was redder than her hair.

- Blaise always knew how to shut her up.

Maxilocks 03-30-2008 09:36 AM

Theme # 3: Braking Charm
 
Because We Never Know
Theme # 3: Braking Charm



"Way better than Draco's," Blaise told Marcus Flint loudly. Flint grinned at down at his new chaser.

"Niiice."

Blaise nodded. She stood nearby, a certain redhead, pretending as if she could not hear him, and he was bent upon making her come up to him. "It's nothing. Firebolt's nothing compared to it - unbreakable braking charm here, stronger one than Potter's."

His voice grew just a little too loud and, finally, Ginny did look his way. She looked away immediately on being caught in the act, though.


"Weasley?"

It was ten minutes later, and Marcus had left. Broomstick over his shoulder, the tall, ruddy-faced Blaise presented more than just a pleasing sight: It was an attractive one.

- Ginny ignored him.

"I see you find my new broom... appealing."

Ginny, sitting beneath a tree, continued to gaze at her Arithmancy book.

"Want a ride with me, Weasley?"

"Shut it, Zabini!"

Blaise grinned down at her. "Any chance that means a yes?"

Book under arm, Ginny stood up and marched off. Two feet away, she stopped abruptly and looked back. Blaise stood there, tall and grinning in his Quidditch robes.

"You never know," she just had to say.

Maxilocks 03-30-2008 01:38 PM

Theme # 4: Blasting Curse
 
Of Pairs and Lessons
Theme # 4: Blasting Curse



"Connfrinngoh," Ginny repeated.

Impatient, Blaise stamped his foot. "The Blasting Curse is Confringo, NOT 'connfrinngoh,' Weasley. Look, I'm not doing this by choice. If Lupin hadn't taken it into his head to pair Slytherins with Gryffindors for his assignment, I'd never be here in the first place. Not my fault I am, is it? I teach you a spell, you learn it. UNDERSTOOD?"

Ginny glared at him. "I'm trying, alright!"

"Yeah, right!"

"Well, you don't know how to teach, you're -"

Their voices had escalated for the umpteenth time, and Lupin looked wearily over. "Mr. Zabini, Miss Weasley, is there a problem?"

"Zabini doesn't know how to teach, Professor," Ginny complained at once

Lupin smiled. "I'm sorry I paired you up with him, then. But you can learn a lot from him, if you try. After all, that was the whole purpose of pairing second years with third years. He's amazing at Defense, Ginny, I know him."

Ginny groaned as Lupin left and glared up at Blaise. "I hate you," she said simply.

Blaise took a step closer. "But you know, I can teach you a lot, Weasley."

He grinned. Ginny blushed.

Maxilocks 03-30-2008 01:42 PM

Theme # 24: Lumos
 
Staying Close
Theme # 24: Lumos



– Panic.

It seemed as if the Quidditch World Cup had excitement to offer: and not very pleasant one, either.

Blaise, for one, was not excited. Stupid bunch of death eaters, trying to impress. He walked on calmly, until something made him stop.

"Ron? Harry? Hermione?"

It was Ginny Weasley and, for the first time in his life, she sounded scared. Gloom stretched: He knew she could not see anything. Involuntarily, he moved towards her.

"Harry, is that you?"

"No." His voice was cold.

"W-who is it?"

Silently, Blaise raised his wand. "Lumos."

He saw the fear on Ginny's face by the light of his wand, before she instantly concealed it behind a mask of passiveness.

"Oh, it's you," she muttered, though he could very well tell she was relieved. Very.

"I don't plan to stay," he replied coldly. "Nox." He started walking away - Ten seconds later, Ginny was running after him.

"Zabini - wait. Please."

He stopped. "Problem, Weasley?"

She sounded scared to death. "I'm - I'm frightened. Please - please don't go."

In the darkness, he could barely see her features. Then he nodded, placing an arm around her waist. "Stay close. I'm here."

Maxilocks 03-30-2008 01:43 PM

Theme # 6: Crucio
 
Secret Security
Theme # 6: Crucio



Draco had let them in Hogwarts: The death eaters. Ginny could feel the tension in the atmosphere and, though it frightened her, she wanted to fight - and fighting she was.

"Crucio!"

She ducked the curse just as another jet of light flew past, bruising her arm. Slowly, she closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, Fenrir Greyback breathed down her face. She was on the ground, and everything was a blur. Then there was the sound of heavy footsteps, a scream, and Greyback was thrown backwards. The werewolf lay on the ground, senseless.

Slowly, Blaise Zabini bent down over her. "Are you alright?"

"Yes." Her voice was small.

He helped her up, and then looked around quickly. "Get in that classroom. Now."

"But -"

"Just get there. NOW."

She had no idea what she was doing. Then she was inside, and the door had been closed. Outside, she heard more footsteps. It was Draco.

"Blaise, what are you doing here? Where's that blood traitor? Who attacked Greyback?"

"She dashed for her dormitory," Blaise said, panting. "I'll tend to Greyback. Get going."

Inside, Ginny closed her eyes again.

- As long as he was around, she knew she was safe.

Maxilocks 03-30-2008 01:46 PM

Theme # 39: Sectumsempra
 
Animals and Future Wives
Theme # 39: Sectumsempra



Blaise scowled. In the middle of a shouting match with Ginny Weasley, he could do nothing else: he could shout, and he could scowl. Period.

"Potter isn't as funny as he thinks he is, he could have killed Draco," he snapped.

Ginny folded her arms across her chest, clearly not ready to listen to anything against her brother's best friend. "And all that you Slytherins do! You're nothing but sneaks, at least Harry's good enough to care for others and -"

"- And show how much he cares by trying to murder them?" Blaise spat.

The words stung. For a moment, Ginny looked shaken. "The curse was a mistake!" she said finally, trying to strengthen her defenses again. "He didn't know what Sectumsempra does!"

"All the more dangerous, then," Blaise pointed out.

Ginny sighed. "Why can't you ever give it a rest with me, Zabini! Why can't you just leave me and my friends alone and get LOST."

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "Maybe because I find it hard?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "You're an animal, Zabini. Your future wife better be an expert at Care of Magical Creatures."

"And are you?" Blaise asked sweetly.

Maxilocks 03-30-2008 01:46 PM

Theme # 5: Colloportus
 
Locked Doors and Hexes
Theme # 5: Colloportus



Seated around the fire in the Slytherin common room, Draco's face looked drawn and haggard. He stared aimlessly into the fireplace, watching the flames flicker. Pansy patted his back, trying to comfort him.

"It will be okay, Draco. We just need to prepare you for the battle - if there is one."

"Yeah, and you're going to prepare him so well," Blaise slipped in sarcastically, snorting.

Draco spoke before Pansy - who looked highly offended - could cause a shouting match. "Look, Blaise, I just wanted some good spells thrown at me. Suggest something, and I'll learn it. Where are all your dark arts leanings and goodness at charms and stuff when I need it all, eh?"

Pansy did not let Blaise speak. "Ooooh, I know a spell, Draco. It seals doors, it's a pretty nifty one, I just can't remember it."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Colloportus, you mean, Parkinson."

Pansy looked highly disgruntled. "I knew that."

"Whatever." Blaise leaned back in his chair, thoughtful. A sudden smile flitted across his face.

"What's with you?" Draco asked, clearly irritated.

Blaise smiled. "Oh, nothing. Just thinking of bat-bogey hexes. Try one - they're not bad, you know."

Maxilocks 03-30-2008 02:45 PM

Theme # 8: Diffindo
 
The Longest Walk
Theme # 8: Diffindo



"Zabini, wait! Please!"

They had fought. He had tried to talk to her, and she had been an absolute jerk. Ginny did not see why she should not be one: She had never been more than a blood traitor to him. And now he was storming away, angry, refusing to even fight with her any longer. She felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

He did not turn.

"Zabini, please!"

She acted on impulse: whipping out her wand, she shouted, "Diffindo." The spell whizzed past her, hitting his bag which split apart at the seams. He turned around, a heavy scowl on his face.

"What's your problem, Weasley?"

"I want you to listen to me!"

"Not interested."

"Blaise -" She stopped short, realizing she had used his first name, for the first time in her life. He realized it, too. He was silent. Then he said.

"You have five seconds."

Ginny took a deep breathe. "Listen - I'm - I'm sorry. Alright?"

With an effort, he nodded. "Anything else, Weasley?"

"Yes. I have a first name."

He looked away. "I know."

Ginny bit her lip, then held out her hand. He took it.

- Long walks were fun.

Maxilocks 03-30-2008 03:17 PM

Theme 11: Expecto Patronum
 
Recollections – I
Theme 11: Expecto Patronum



Seventh year.

Blaise had been looking forward to this year, looking forward to the magic they would learn, the spells, the charms, the hexes. Stepping into Defense Against the Dark Arts, however, he could not help feeling disappointed: they were - from what he could discern - learning how to produce a Patronus, today.

It was dull, boring work. The Professor lectured about bringing vivid, happy recollections to the mind, summoning courage through happiness, and similar junk. Junk, for Blaise, because he already knew all this.

"You can try producing your own patronus, now."

Blaise did not even bother to get up from his seat. A happy recollection: Yes. He thought of her perfume, sweet and English and perfect and lovely. He thought of her eyes, brown and deep and endless and eloquent. He thought of her hair, red and fragrant and soft and silky. Then he raised his wand.

"Expecto Patronum!"

The silver chimaera that erupted from the tip of his wand raged through the classroom, and the body of students surrounding him burst into a clear round of applause.

"Mr. Zabini - extremely impressive!" The Professor said, delighted at his spellwork.

Blaise inclined his head. "Trust me, she is."

Maxilocks 03-30-2008 03:18 PM

Theme 9: Disapparate
 
Recollections – II
Theme 9: Disapparate



It was well past lunch time, and the sun glowed orange over the horizon. As could be expected, Hermione Granrger sat in the common room, a book propped up in her lap.

"You can't disapparate inside Hogwarts," she read aloud. "It says so here. This is the reference you need for your essay, then, Gin."

Ginny smiled at her friend. "Thanks for finding it for me, 'Mione, I really appreciate it."

Hermione responded with a modest grin of sorts. "No problem, my pleasure."

She knelt down by the fireside, warming her hands. Outside, it was cold, and growing colder. She looked up: Ginny was staring, quiet, into the flames. Ten minutes later, she looked again: Ginny was still staring into the flames, quiet, her eyes glassy.

"Gin?"

Ginny started. "Wha-? What happened? Yes?!"

"What are you thinking of?"
A sudden, secret smile flitted across Ginny's fair face, but she immediately sobered up. "Um. nothing. So, erm, did you find the other reference I asked you about?"

Letting it pass, Hermione nodded. She began her tale of how Godric and Salazar had separated but, if truth be told, Ginny was not listening.

Her mind, as always, was on Blaise.

Maxilocks 03-31-2008 02:47 PM

Theme 7: Confundus
 
More Than Just Confunded
Theme 7: Confundus



"So you admit it," Blaise said triumphantly. "Your brother is pathetic, as far as Quidditch skills are concerned."

Ginny stamped her foot on the cold, hard ground in absolute fury, ignoring the sudden pain in her toe - the result of it hitting a pretty large stone in the process. "No. Go wash your ears or something, Zabini. I only said I admitted Hermione used a Confundus charm on that idiot McLaggen. And he deserved it, too!" she added, defensively, at once.

Blaise snorted. "Yeah, right. Sidekick Weasel's girlfriend just knew her pretty boy didn't have it in him to make it on to the team."

Ginny's fist came crashing down. She missed him, and Blaise grinned.

"No exhibitions of muggle duelling with me, Weasley. You can't seriously be trying to punch me. I'm a foot taller than you - Don't mess with the big kids, girl. I won't allow it, you know."

His voice was sickly sweet. That was how he always got to her in the end. Always.

"What do you allow then, Zabini?" she began fiercely. "An exhibition of your idiocy?"

"An exhibition of muggle affection, Weasley," Zabini responded, still sickly sweet.

Maxilocks 03-31-2008 03:36 PM

Theme 42: Silencio
 
Silenced, Well and Good
Theme 42: Silencio



She was studying, today. Studying hard. Blaise Zabini knew Ginny Weasley, and he knew her well - which was exactly why this new enthusiasm for books came as a surprise to him.

"You're studying?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned against the gnarled tree whose branches she was resting beneath, with the sole objective of annoying her to the point where she would whip out her wand and hex him.

"Not your problem, Zabini."

"But it is. I mean, who in his right mind would want a bookworm for a wife?"

Ginny awarded him a glare over the top of her book, but nothing more. When he persisted, she ignored him.

"What are you reading anyway?" Blaise asked, making a grab for the book. Ginny jumped to her feet, red hair hanging down as, upside down, he read the title.

"Charms and Spells - Volume one-?" Blaise repeated, eyebrow raised. "You're that bad at Charms?" He peeked at the page she had been reading. "Silencio? Why would you want to learn that spell?"

Haughtily, Ginny snatched her book back from him. She could not help adding, though,

"To get rid of your love-sick sarcasm, thank you. Silencio!"

Maxilocks 03-31-2008 04:48 PM

Theme 10: Engorgio
 
Of Chickens and Husbands
Theme 10: Engorgio



"It is comfy up here," Ginny admitted. "Much more than I expected."

Luna nodded dreamily, swaying gently with the wind. They sat, in the midst of the Hogwarts grounds, on one of the topmost branches of a large tree. It had been a difficult climb but, when all was said and done, it was an excellent way to relieve tension: The wind there was lovely.

"It's so calm here," Luna was now telling Ginny. "And I can see everyone from here, too. Father thought me an excercise. You look at people, and allot them spells. Then you spin stories about them."

Ginny looked over at her friend, clearly bewildered. "Sorry?"

Luna smiled sleepily. "Swaaaayyy with the wind. You raise your right hand - like this - then you -"

"Um, Luna?"

"Yes?"

"I think Goyle reminds me of Engorgio."

"He reminds me of chickens."

Ginny giggled. Even though half the time she did not know where their conversation was headed, Ginny could not help enjoying her time with Luna all the same.

"What does Zabini remind you of?" she couldn't help asking.

"Zabini?" Luna asked, eyes wide.

Ginny kept back another giggle. "Yes."

"Your husband," Luna replied, for once not dreamy.

Maxilocks 04-01-2008 01:47 PM

Theme # 17: Imperio
 
Back-Up for Two
Theme # 17: Imperio



“You head left, I’ll head right,” Draco Malfoy’s voice rang throughout the abandoned corridor. Blaise’s face was expressionless. Even though the boy was trying his best to sound calm and unconcerned, Blaise knew that he was scared to death.

“If Rodolphus went right, we’re already covered there. The Carrows were with him. They can handle a bunch of stupid Professors.”

“Rodolphus always said he was scared of McGonagall, though.”

“You know he joked.”

“I know.”

Both of them were quiet. In the darkness broken only by the light of their own wands, this feeble attempt at humour sounded clammy and suffocating. Morbid, one might say. Then Draco shook himself out of the trance. “Come on, I’m going. Follow me.”

Blaise nodded. “Get going, I’m backing you up. Just let me make sure this corridor is empty, first. Catch up with you in five minutes. If you see a student – you know the trick.”

Draco nodded. Imperio. That was their trick, the little seven-alphabet spell that had always been one of their most powerful weapons – the Imperius curse.

Once Draco was out of sight, Blaise let his wand fall.

- He had to find Ginny.

Maxilocks 04-01-2008 02:01 PM

Theme # 13: Flagrate
 
Creativity
Theme # 13: Flagrate



"I can beat you at charms, and you know it, Weasley."

Ginny snorted, clearly not believing Blaise's words - on the outside. Deep inside, she knew exactly how true they were.

"No one can beat my bat-bogey hexes, though," she said finally, with some pride.

"I find myself more.... creative, Weasley," Blaise said, his voice suggesting anything but all that is, was or could ever be good.

"Do not," Ginny insisted. Without realizing it, she took out her wand and slashed it through the air. A bunch of flowers, half their petals yellow, half green, landed on the floor in the bunch. "See! Creativity."

"I still insist on a lovelier bout of creativity, Weasley," Blaise said, something of a smile playing around his lips. "Something not so.... girly."

"I'm NOT girly."

He had touched her weak point. He knew she hated being called that.

"But of course. Wouldn't you agree this is more creative, now, though?" His wand moved with sudden swiftness, and the burning, fiery line created in the air twisted itself into three, plain alphabets: I. L. U.

"What do you say, Ginerva? Flagrate more fun?"

There was no response: she had already stomped off.

Maxilocks 04-01-2008 02:29 PM

Theme # 14: Horn Tongue
 
Our Lives Through Sticks
Theme # 14: Horn Tongue



"Father says horn tongue incantations are bad to try," Luna explained, lying on her stomach by the lake in the vast, green grounds of Hogwarts. "The spell makes the caster ticklish many years later."

Ginny Weasley looked up from the odd-shaped, stick figures she was drawing rather absently on the back of her Potions textbook for the most fleeting of seconds. "Um, yes. And I'm going to be the first female to head the All-Men's Quidditch League when I grow up, you know."

Luna smiled, quite serenely. "Oh yes! If you want it. Though father says they only won the World cup last time because they all ate crushed cactus leaves for dinner."

Ginny blinked. Odd, Luna may have been but, today, she could not help feeling her friend was being especially odd. So, instead of replying, she continued to draw her odd-shaped, stick figures.

There was Harry, with a big, stick skirt and two, stick arms sticking out. There was Hermione with a big, stick mustache and a big, stick skirt. There was Ron, with a stick Firebolt and a stick Quidditch cup in his hands.

And there was Blaise with a stick her.

Maxilocks 04-01-2008 02:54 PM

Theme # 15: Hurling Hex
 
"Um, Yes"
Theme # 15: Hurling Hex



"Blaise Zabini is the new Slytherin chaser?" Ronald Weasley asked loudly.

Ginny blushed. Even though she knew she was supposed to act angry and dignified and furious, she could not help it. So she blushed, beetroot red.

"Um, yes."

Ron swore loudly. When she flinched, before blushing all over again, he had to ask:

"Is that a flush of fury?"

"Um, yes."

Ron rolled his eyes, though she was sure he believed her. "Harry and I've never really liked him," he confided in her. "He's too - - -"

"- Handsome?" Ginnny suggested.

"WHAT?" Ron jumped half a feet in the air. "Is that your idea of a joke?"

"Um, yes."

Cursing under his breath, Ron moved over to the fireplace, sinking into the sofa. After all, he had just returned from the Quidditch pitch after a long, hard day of practice - only to be told the most lethal of news from his redheaded sister.

"So.... Any ideas?" he asked finally, looking up.

"Um, yes."

Ron looked purely delighted. "A hurling hex on his broom, maybe?"

At once, Ginny shook her head.

"No?" Ron asked. "You're not going along with your 'um, yes-es' anymore, then?"

Ginny nodded brightly. "Um, yes."

Maxilocks 04-01-2008 03:17 PM

Theme # 16: Impedimenta
 
A Thousand Impedimentas
Theme # 16: Impedimenta



"Weasley?"

She had been about to have a swim in the lake, all in her school robes. It was night-time, and it was well past twelve. Ginny knew she could get into trouble for being out this late but, when all was said and done, she could not help it: The wind was lovely, and the weather was lovely, and their combined pull - too much so.

But now she was here, and he was here, too.

"A thousand Impedimentas couldn't slow you down, could they, Zabini?" There was touch of sarcasm to her tones.

He smiled. "No. I'm made of stronger stuff."

She looked up at him, at the tall, muscular figure, and suddenly she had to look away. He was made of stronger stuff, if truth be told. The black hair fell in brown eyes.

The red hair fell in brown eyes, too.

"I heard Potter's interested in you," Blaise said, yawning.

Ginny brushed her silky hair away from her eyes. "I'm not."

"Who, then?"

For a moment, Ginny wanted to give him the real, true answer so badly - But only for a moment. "Michael Corner," she said instead, gathering her robes and leaving.

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 03:14 AM

Theme # 41: Scourgify
 
Of Owls and [Wo]men
Theme # 41: Scourgify



"Your owl's cage is the dirtiest I've ever seen, it, Ronald Weasley! Clean it this instant!"

Molly Weasley's voice escalated and Ron grimaced. They were leaving for Platform nine and three quarters - it would be Ginny's last year, now - and cleaning Pig's cage rested on the never-ending list of things he had forgotten to do.

"I'll do it for you," Ginny offered. "If you let me borrow Pig for a while, that is," she added instantaneously.

Too frantic to refuse, Ron nodded gratefully. "Thanks. Just make sure he meets me back on the way home, I can't risk losing him."

"Thanks!" Ginny called back as she rushed downstairs, half skipping. Pig's cage was dirty, yes, but she did not really mind.

"Scourgify!"

The inside of the cage stood suddenly clean and shiny, and Ginny beamed delightedly at her spellwork. Then, as Pig hooted and whizzed wildly around her in circles, she beckoned the minute owl closer.

"I know he'll be at the station," she half whispered. "Just make sure you nudge and annoy him as much as you can, alright?"

Pig hooted as she left. Within her, all was excitement.

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 03:15 AM

Theme # 41: Incarcerous
 
Safe, Sound - and Evil
Theme # 41: Incarcerous



"Are you sure we're safe in here?" Orla asked in a whisper.

Ginny nodded, trying to reassure her close friend. "Safe and sound. No one uses this corridor. And we've locked the door. We'll never get caught."

Still looking a little frightened, Orla added the crushed beetles in the cauldron placed in the middle of the disuses classroom they were hiding in - err, occupying.

"Remind me why we're mixing up this love potion again?" Orla asked nervously.

"So that McLaggen can fall in love with the Giant Squid."

Orla laughed feebly as Ginny took up a huge, wooden spoon and began to stir. A second later, there was smoke all over the room. It was everywhere, and it was escaping from the creaks in the door into the corridor, too. Outside, someone coughed. Badly.

"Oh no, there's someone out there!" Orla jumped half a foot into the air, just as the door crashed open. Ginny's wand was out in an instant.

"Incarcerous!"

Ropes flew from the tip of her wand, wrapping themselves tightly around the intruder. He was thrown backwards, all bound up.

"Ouch. You're evil, Weasley."

Ginny grimaced: It was Blaise.

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 04:00 AM

Theme # 19: Jelly Legs
 
Locks of Hair
Theme # 19: Jelly Legs



Oh no!

She was late for Snape's class. Ginny nearly ran faster than the wind - if that were possible - dodging everything and everyone she faced and met on the way.

She stopped, breathing fast and panting hard as she reached the entrance to the dungeons. Nearly there. Her eyes, on impulse, wandered to her watch: ten minutes late - Snape was going to kill her.

With an effort, she readied herself for the dire consequence to come out of her lateness: There was, a) a pain in her side, a pain that absolutely refused to go away or even lessen the least bit and, b) Snape would never miss the chance to take away more than half of Gryffindor's points. And then, just as she was about to head into the dungeons, someone blocked her path.

"Get out of my way, Zabini," she said fiercely, not in the mood for anything of this sort.

"You're the one in the way, Weasley."

Her temper boiled. "What do you want: a dose of bat-bogey, or a Jelly-Legs jinx? I've been getting exceptionally good at those."

"How about a lock of your hair?" Blaise suggested with a smirk.

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 04:01 AM

Theme # 22: Legilimens
 
Second Opinions - and Second Crashes
Theme # 22: Legilimens



Quidditch Practice.

Grr...

It was raining hard, and huge droplets of water fell down on the Gryffindor team. It was difficult even to kick off from the ground and, still, Harry was making them practice. And hard.

Below, in the stands, there were the usual, few spectators, from a mixture of houses. They cheered and jeered, but one sat silent, looking absolutely unconcerned. Ginny could not help wishing she was a Legilimens.

"Harry Potter, you're cruel," Fred Weasley complained as, thanks a whole load to less than the poorest of visibility, he nearly crashed into a towering tree.

"I don't see Ginny complaining," Harry called back, as Ginny whizzed past, clearly enjoying the weather.

Fred scowled. "Well, she's a git, then - OUCH." Ginny had crashed into him, clearly on purpose, and he was now rubbing the side of his forehead and his arm. "I just changed my mind," Fred said loudly. "Ginny Weasley - you're crueller."

From the stands, a loud voice - the only one that had been silent up till now - called, "I second that."

There was a louder ouch - as Ginny went crashing into Blaise.

"Sorry, didn't do that on purpose," she said sweetly.

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 04:43 AM

Theme # 20: Knitting Charm
 
Through the Looking Glass
Theme # 20: Knitting Charm



The ecstasy of Gryffindor winning the latest Quidditch match of the season - one against Ravenclaw - was too much for words. Ginny, as she sat in the common in her usual sofa by the fire, could not help noticing the delight on everyone's faces, and in everyone's actions.

Harry talked incessantly of the match, while Ron had warm butterbeer all over his robes and face. [Apparently, he did not care what a mortifying sight he presented to the general public]. Hermione, perched on the edge of a window sill, was busy with a Knitting charm: she had enchanted her knitting needles, and there were more hats and socks for the house elves around her then ever - a display of delight, as far as Hermione Granger was concerned.

Dean and Seamus, meanwhile, were debating enthusiastically on Fred and Geroge's performance in the match, and who had played the best, while the two pranksters in questions were going around distributing canary creams and bewitched pasties to each and every innocent first year whom they could come across.

Oh, and looking out of the window - Blaise lay underneath a tree, reading Quidditch Through The Ages.

Definitely a sign of happiness, no?

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 04:44 AM

Theme # 21: Langlock
 
As of Yet
Theme # 21: Langlock



"Ginny!"

She had been on her way to Arithmancy when Harry's thundering tones stopped her, midway.

"Hey, Harry. Um, you alright?"

Harry nodded with a jerk of his head, before instantly saying, "What were you and Zabini talking about, before Potions?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "We weren't talking - we were shouting at each other. I told him I knew Langlock if he didn't, couldn't, wouldn't shut up - and then Snape came and everything."

Harry's breathing become a little more even. "I see."

"Why're you so worried anyway?" Ginny asked, eyebrow raised.

Harry shrugged. "You know."

"No. I don't know."

Harry frowned. "I've heard he's interested in you."

"I'm a blood traitor, remember, Harry?"

"Oh yeah..." Harry mumbled. Then he said, "Well, you'll be late for class. Get going."

Ginny smiled. "I guess. See you, Harry."

She had barely taken two steps when -

"Ginny!"

She stopped. "Yes?"

"You and Zabini don't have anything between you, right?"

"No, Harry," she said tersely. "We don't have anything between us."

She had to smile when he had left, though. She hadn't lied: They didn't anything between them - Yet.

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 04:45 AM

Theme # 23: Levicorpus
 
The Simple Truth
Theme # 23: Levicorpus



"Don't you dare call her that again, Malfoy!" Ron half jumped at Draco, wand in his hand, just as Harry shouted "Levicorpus!" Seconds later, Malfoy was hanging upside down by his ankle in mid-air, and Ron was still cursing heavily while Hermione shouted, "Let him down, let him down! Please. You'll get us into so much trouble. I don't care what he calls me, you'll lose us all house points."

"What's happening here?"

Snape had arrived on the scene. Hermione went pale, then sighed in a rather I-told-you-so manner, as Draco was brought neatly to the ground with a mere flick of Snape's wand.

"They assaulted me, Professor -" Draco began at once.

Ron's ears were redder than his hair, but it was Ginny who cut across Draco's words. "He called Hermione a mud-"

"Silence." Snape raised his hand. "Ten points from Gryffindor for interrupting where you are not asked to, Miss Weasley." He looked at the group of Slytherins around them, and said,

"Blaise! You tell. What happened?"

Ginny looked up at him, for a silent moment, and their eyes met.

"Draco started it, Professor," Blaise said quietly.

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 05:02 AM

Theme # 32: Petrificus Totalus
 
Tied Up Notions
Theme # 32: Petrificus Totalus



"LEAVE ME ALONE."

Ginny's voice was angry, and Ron's was angrier when he replied.

"You don't have to go around kissing Dean in some stupid, unused classroom!"

"Just because you have the emotional capability of a three year old -"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

"Ron!" Ginny had no time to duck. Yet, oddly enough, the spell bounced off, as if it had met an invisible barrier. Moments later, Ron was flying backwards, bound up by thick, clinging ropes.

She looked around, her mind blank and vacant. She was very dimly aware that she had not done any of this, and that she was now raising her wand to untie Ron but, that aside, of nothing else.

"I didn't do it -" she began, as Ron sprang to his feet, stomping off. This little trace of apology was wiped away instantly at this action of his, and she was once again angry at his conduct and his incessant picking on her - what was it to him who she kissed? She marched off, too.

Blaise, watching the scene from behind one of the many long vases lining the hallway, wanted to tie up Dean just as he had tied up Ron, now.

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 05:11 AM

Theme # 40: Sonorus
 
Non-Top Box Advantages
Theme # 40: Sonorus



Ludo Bagman pointed his wand at his throat, and said, his voice strong and clear, "Sonorus." Seconds later, his words were booming across the stands, as the Quidditch World Cup commenced.

Ginny Weasley, sitting in the top box with her friends and family - Fred, George, Ron, Charlie, Bill, Percy, Harry, Ron, Hermione, not to mention Mr. Weasley - could not help feeling vibrancy and excitement cruising through each and every part of her body. To think they were in the top box! She could hardly believe her luck.

Her bright red hair flew behind her in the wind, and she hooted and clapped and cheered as the players zoomed out on to the Quidditch pitch, blurs of colour - She had her bets on who would win.

Opposite her, the stands continued and, there, several rows beneath, Blaise Zabini smiled to himself. He had forced his father to stay away from there - from getting seats in the top box. They had all thought it had no advantages but, as far as he was concerned, the advantages here were many.

- The first and last being that he could see Ginny Weasley better, and watch her every move through his omniculars without her knowing.

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 05:42 AM

Theme # 25: Mobilicorpus
 
Study Sessions – Or not?
Theme # 25: Mobilicorpus



Poor Harry. Ginny could not help feeling for him as the third task grew nearer and nearer, and his anxiety mounted. He was learning spells and jinxes and charms of all sorts, and the least she could do was help find him some more. That was how he made it sound, anyway.

So here she was in the library, pouring over some of thickest tomes she had ever come across in her entire life. One of the many spells and charms within caught her eye: Mobilicorpus. Not a bad one. She placed the book aside, on top of an ever-increasing pile of similar books, meaning to lend it to Harry.

"Helping boyfriend Potter, are we, Weasley?"

She knew that voice. Refusing to look up, she kept her eyes on the book she was now skimming through. Blaise was not one to give up so easily though, and when he sat down next to her, it became impossible for her to ignore him: the perfume he was wearing was too appealing.

"I'm trying to do some work here, Zabini," she said, through gritted teeth.

"So am I, Weasley."

She did not get up. He did not get up, either.

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 05:56 AM

Theme # 27: Muffliato
 
A Counter-Spell
Theme # 27: Muffliato



It was just after classes had ended, and the weather outside looked more than just plain inviting: it looked delicious. Very, Very delicious.

It was the sort of weather Ginny had always, always loved to bits and pieces, for the sun was hidden beneath a blanket of thick, thick, grey clouds that were just ready to rain - In fact, something of a a very light drizzle had already begun. The winds were strong and swift, and the scent of drenched mud was everywhere.

She skipped outside, into the grounds, only to find Orla by the lake. She half spun as she exclaimed brightly, vivid, red hair all over her face:

"I've finally found the perfect way to have a conversation without Zabini eavesdropping and hearing everything he shouldn't be!"

Orla looked up delightedly. "Excellent! What is it?"

"It's a spell," Ginny confided. "Harry mentioned it to me a couple of days ago, it's brilliant. No one will be able to hear us except, you know, the two of us. It's Muffliato."

From behind the rosebushes nearby emerged a tall, handsome boy with black hair and brown eyes.

"Excellent, Weasley. I just found a counter-spell."

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 05:57 AM

Theme # 35: Quietus
 
Scenes of Quidditch
Theme # 35: Quietus



For the first time in his life, Blaise Zabini found himself seated in the top box at the Quidditch Pitch at Hogwarts. Lee Jordan had left, and everyone needed a new announcer: Him.

How he had landed the place, he himself did not know. All he knew was that it was good to be there. The match was Gryffindor against Hufflepuff, and Ginny Wealey was playing chaser - All the more reason for him to feel good.

"Weasley with the Quaffle. Interesting how its red clashes with her hair, no?"

"Blaise!" McGonagall's voice had more than just a slight touch of warning to it.

"Sorry, Professor. Weasley passes to -"


"Quietus."

Blaise removed his wand from his throat, able to speak normally again. The Gryffindor team was celebrating in the grounds, and so he was surprised when he found Ginny next to him.

"What are you doing here, Weasel?" he asked curtly.

Ginny's face flushed. "Looking for Professor McGonagall," she lied flatly. "You were absolutely stupid with the commentary, by the way."

Blaise's eyes narrowed. "That's not what you wanted to say."

He turned around and left. Ginny sighed – Why could they never give each other a chance?

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 06:41 AM

Theme # 31: Orchideous
 
Because Black is Pink
Theme # 31: Orchideous



Valentine’s Day.

It was here, and now everything was red. Red – and pink. Very red and pink. Red and pink dresses with red and pink ties and red and pink flowers.

– Annoying.

Ginny had never been the chocolate-and-flower teenage girl, just as she had never been the red—and-pink teenage girl. So it came as no surprise to anyone that – quite as a sign of rebellion – she was wearing black today. Quite a morbid black, in fact.

“But, Gin, why not green or blue?” Hermione protested. “You look terrorizing!”

“Black,” Ginny said solemnly. “Is the new pink.”


“Oey, Weasley!”

She had been waiting for this voice all day long, even though she would never admit it to anyone – not even her own self. She turned, with her black dress robes and her black high heels and the black, black kohl in her eyes.

“Yes?”

“There’s something I wanted to give you, Weasel,” Blaise drawled coldly.

Ginny flinched. Too cold for romanticism. “And that is, Zabini?”

Orchideous.” A bunch of morbid black roses sprouted from the end of Blaise’s wand. He held them out.

“They go along with your terror, you know. Happy Valentine’s.”

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 06:55 AM

Theme # 26: Morsmordre
 
Very Dark and Very Romantic
Theme # 26: Morsmordre



It was after dark, and Ginny sat by a large, jagged rock in the ground, reading by the light of a solitary, dim lantern.

She could not read it in the common room, for fear of being discovered: This one book was her secret. She had been too tempted at Flourish and Blotts not to buy it, and secretly bring it to school with her. 'Smuggling items,' her mother might call it.

And now she was scared.

Flipping through Dark Ages of Darkness, Ginny winced. Badly. The text was dark enough to suit the the title, but the pictures included - were that even possible - were even darker. A shiver ran up her spine, as she traced the words Morsmordre: The Dark Mark with her finger.

"Where did you get that book from?"

It all happened in a second: Ginny screamed, the book fell to the ground with a loud, thundering noise, and she had jumped, scared to death, right into the arms of whoever it was.

"You should have told me darkness made you this romantic before, Weasley. I would brought you my whole lot of books: I have nothing but dark titles," Blaise said, smirking.

Ginny blushed beetroot red.

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 07:50 AM

Theme # 46: Tergeo
 
Forever Safe - I
Theme # 46: Tergeo



She was shivering uncontrollably, now. She had known the fight against the dark would be a long, hard one, but she had never thought this could happen.

Slumped against the wall of her prison, she could not help feeling scared and vulnerable: she was wandless, and at the mercy of the death eaters.

Mum. Dad. Where are you?

It felt as if she would never be free. They would torture her, kill her - she knew it. There was blood somewhere on her forehead.

The door opened, and then closed again. She heard a voice. "Tergeo."

The blood was siphoned off her forehead, the pain vanished. Then Blaise said, "Are you alright?"

"Za - Blaise?"

All those days... She was reminded of Hogwarts again. She had not seen him, even heard of him for so, so long. When he made no reply, she said,

"No. I'm not alright."

She did not know why, but she could not help it: throwing herself into his arms, she let the tears flow.

Biting his lip, Blaise held her closer to himself - He had only just got to know of their latest prisoner.

"As long as I'm around, you're safe, Gin. I promise."

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 07:53 AM

Theme # 28: Nox
 
Forever Safe - II
Theme # 28: Nox



Realizing what had just happened, Ginny suddenly pulled away. "You're a death eater," she said, shaken.

The door opened: Rodolphus entered, wand lit. "What does the Dark Lord want?" he asked coldly.

"He wants her to tell everything," Blaise said quietly. "If she doesn't - make her."

"You want me to?" Rodolphus asked, eyes glinting.

"No. I'm responsible for this, I can do it alone."

"Nox."

The darkness returned, Rodolphus left.

Blaise turned to Ginny. "Can you stand up?" he asked quietly.

"I - What are you going to do with me?" her voice was a whisper.

Blaise sighed. "I'm going to get you out of here."

"How can I trust you?"

"Your choice. Die or let me help you."

Ginny bit her lip. "I thought you were supposed to answer for me. Vol - He'd be furious with you."

"I can bear it - Come on, we don't have time."

Ginny looked up at him, into his eyes. Voldemort would torture him... "I'm not going anywhere," she said firmly.

"Don't argue," was all Blaise said in response, and she knew it was no use: He was going to get her out, and get her out safe.

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 08:14 AM

Theme # 47: Twitchy Ears Hex
 
The Gnome and Zabini
Theme # 47: Twitchy Ears Hex



The gnomes were getting worse than ever now. They had made a hole in the large, flutterby bush Mrs. Weasley had planted in the garden last week, and were now running wildly about the whole place.

"We need to do something about them," Ron declared, through a mouthful of porridge.

"Ron, don't talk with your mouth full," Ginny and Mrs. Weasley said together.

"Why? Does it matter?" Fred, George and Ron said, all at the same time.

"Yes!" Mrs. Weasley and Ginny replied.

Mr. Weasley picked up his fork, attacking his chocolate muffin. Then he cleared his throat. "Umm... they do seem to attract more butterflies, for some reason. And butterflies remind me of... cake. Good to see, good to eat."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Dad, have you been reading that stupid storybook you have in your room, again? The Butterfly, the Cake and the Twitchy Ears Hex?"

As Mr. Weasley coloured and Mrs. Weasley raised an eyebrow, Ginny giggled.

"Too bad there's nothing like The Gnome, the Blaise Zabini and the Twitchy Ears Hex," she said brightly. "Because they remind me of him - if you see them: trouble. If you don't: trouble."

- Family breakfasts were fun.

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 08:31 AM

Theme # 30: Oppugno
 
Firewhisky Versus Butterbeer
Theme # 30: Oppugno



"Blaise Zabini - you ruin my day."

This declaration came from Ginny Weasley, wife of the Captain of the Montrose Magpies, Blaise Zabini. She stood in the middle of the ballroom, looking amazing in her brilliant white and blue dress, and glaring at him over the top of her slender, stylish spectacles.

Blaise grinned. "I know, my love."

Ginny glared at him again. "I said I wanted butterbeer. Not firewhisky."

"I know, my love."

"Then why in the name of the world did you -"

"- Bring you firewhisky, you mean?"

"Yes!"

"Because it would make you angry. And you do look so delicious when angry."

"Oppugno Aves!"

But Blaise Zabini's shield charm was too strong for the conjuring spell aimed at him by the once best duelling artist of Hogwarts. He grinned as she stamped her foot impatiently on the neat, ballroom floor.

"Firewhisky then, Gin?"

"No."

She turned around, clearly angry, arms crossed against her chest and looking anything but pleased with him. Still grinning, Blaise laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Champagne?"

"Blaise, I said no."

"Can I tell you something?"

"What the heck is your problem? Can't you -"

Best way to shut her up - Blaise kissed her.

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 11:35 AM

Theme # 45: Tarantallegra
 
Spells Gone Wrong
Theme # 45: Tarantallegra



When all was said and done, Auror training was a bout of enthusiasm and energy. Fun, one might call it - but, of course, that was only looking at the bright side. It was hard, too - extremely so. There were times when they - those chosen for the training - would have to stay awake the whole night through, because it was "a very effective way to set right their effectiveness," as Harry called it.

"I sometimes wish I'd never joined up," Ginny complained, after a particularly hard day of practice. They had learned a complex, new spell today, and she was tired of trying it again and again on every safe-to-charm object within sight - cushions, old, broken lamps, empty cardboard boxes, socks, bits of parchment - as she had been told to.

So, when she ran into Blaise Zabini at the entrance of the Ministry after spending the whole day cramped up in a hot, stifling, suffocating room, brushing up her magical skills for no other reason than having been selected for the Auror training programme, and he asked her, in his most teasing way, "A display of your newest spell then, Weasley," all she had to say was:

"Tarantallegra!"

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 11:37 AM

Theme # 29: Obliviate
 
Career Counselling for the Future
Theme # 29: Obliviate



“Have a seat, Miss Weasley.”

A flustered Ginny promptly sat down in front of Professor McGonagall’s desk.

“You have an outstanding each in Transfiguration, Charms, Potions and Care of Magical Creatures?” McGonagall began seriously.

Ginny nodded, blushing.

“Have you thought of pursuing a career as a healer?”

Ginny shook her head. “I’ve sometimes thought of being an obliviator. But – well maybe that’s just because I love the sound of the spell. Erm, you know, obliviate.”

McGonagall raised an eyebrow. From the way Ginny was speaking, it seemed she was – not herself. Oddly flustered, rather.

“Has anything upset you, Miss Weasley?”

“Erm, no, Professor.”


Leaving the office, Ginny could not help feeling relieved. Professor McGonagall was so – questioning. But then, she had been pretty flustered. She had nearly forgotten the cause of her early fluster when she turned a corner – and ran into Blaise.

“What career path have we decided, then, Weasley?” he asked coolly.

Ginny blushed. “Not your problem.”

“You know, I’m telling you again what I told you before you entered McGonagall’s office: you should opt for Care of Magical Creatures, N.E.W.T level – You always did say I was an animal.”

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 11:42 AM

Theme # 33: Point Me
 
Rather Wrong Directions
Theme # 33: Point Mee



Blaise could not believe it. After so many years of having laughed, lived, teased, broken down and built himself up at Hogwarts, he had lost his way.

– Unbelievable.

He must have taken that trick staircase he was always careful to avoid. Well, whatever the case, he was lost, now. With a scowl on his face, he placed his wand on his palm.

Point me.”

The wand spun, pointing north. He knew there was that corridor that led to the dungeons, to the west. Wand aloft, he made his way over to it, nearly walking into a faded door.

Always new placed to discover in Hogwarts, no?

He pushed it open – and grimaced. Inside stood Ginny Weasley – with Michael Corner. They were holding hands, but there was something very hasty about they way they were doing so, and Blaise was perfectly sure they had been kissing before his entrance.

“Disturbing a love scene, am I?” he asked coldly, his eyes lingering on Ginny.

Ginny looked down, as if afraid to look up. “I – Let’s go Michael.”

His eyes followed them, until they had left. He quietly made his way back to his common room, anything and everything else absolutely forgotten.

Maxilocks 04-02-2008 12:19 PM

Theme # 34: Protego
 
A Different Kind of Love Scene
Theme # 34: Protego



"How was your love scene then, blood traitor?"

Ginny knew who it was and, to say the least, she had expected this. She had not, however, expected him to replace the usual 'Weasley' he called her by with the more offending 'blood traitor.' Something would not let her come back with an adequate retort, though.

"I asked you something, blood traitor."

Ginny looked up. "Leave me alone, Zabini," she snapped, though not without quite an effort.

"Why? You want pretty boy Michael to stay with you, do you?" Blaise snapped, his anger hitting boiling point.

Ginny flushed, both with fury and with embarrassment. "It's not your business whom I go out with, Zabini," she said tersely. "At least Michael realizes I have a first name. Why don't you just leave me alone? You make me SICK."

She had suddenly whipped out her wand, and shot a hex his way. Blaise jumped, drawing out his own. "Protego."

Her hex bounced off, and hit a shelf. There was thud as the books fell down, and the librarian came running over.

"What's happening here?" she demaned loudly.

"Nothing," Blaise snapped, storming off. Behind him, Ginny had tears in her eyes.

Maxilocks 04-03-2008 03:05 AM

Theme # 36: Reducto
 
In Unlit Meetings
Theme # 36: Reducto



It was past midnight and, as was her custom, Ginny Weasley was out of bed. It was past midnight and it was windy and, as was her custom, Ginny Weasley was out of bed.

There was just one, tiny difference today - though, to Ginny, it felt like all the difference in the world:

- She was with Blaise.

They were walking, and they had no idea where to, or why. She had come out, and he had come out, and he had asked her if she would fancy a walk. And she had said yes. Why?

She had no idea.

A line of tangled bushes blocked their way, now. Ginny stood there, wondering how to go on, but Blaise did not even have to think: his wand, too used to his incantations-on-impulse skills, moved by itself, as did his lips:

"Reducto."

Two bushes parted, and they walked through. After what seemed like ages, Ginny finally said,

"Zabini, what are we doing?"

Blaise did not look at her. He looked, instead, at the unlit sky: There was no moon. "I'm wondering that myself, Weasley. Any ideas?"

"I think we should head back to the castle, now," Ginny replied quietly.

Maxilocks 04-03-2008 03:20 AM

Theme # 37: Relashio
 
Sparks of Love
Theme # 37: Relashio



I think we should head back to the castle, now.

The words stung. "Why?" Blaise asked. "You don't want to stay with me - is that it?"

"N-no," Ginny said, uncertainly. "It's not that - Zabini, we're supposed to hate each other!" she burst out. "We can't even call each other by our first names, what are we doing out here?"

"It's not my fault we can't - You're a Gryffindor," Blaise said coldly. "That's your fault."

It was Ginny's turn to be stung. "Don't you dare -" she said fiercely. "I don't even know why I'm bothering being with you. Goodbye."

She marched off, both angry and hurt and, sinking into bed, buried her face in her pillow. Minutes later, though, it was too much: she dressed again, and left her dormitory.


He had known she would return. He was sure, too, she was looking for him. Quietly, Blaise raised his wand.

"Relashio."

A jet of green sparks shot from the end of it. He leaned back against the tree-trunk, calm: if she had seen them, well and good. If not - well, she could just find him for herself.

Maxilocks 04-03-2008 03:41 AM

Theme # 38: Rictusempra
 
No Country for Cheering Charms
Theme # 38: Rictusempra



"I hate cheering charms," Blaise declared to the common room at large, storming off into the boy's dormitory the moment he was in there. They had had them in Charms class, earlier today, and the effect had still not worn off.

What made them so annoying was the fact that, try as he might, he could not stop looking absolutely happy, as if Christmas had come ten months earlier, or as if he was the King of the underworld, or something similar. What made them so annoying was the fact that, even though he had done his best to dodge everything and everybody on his way to his common room, he had still been asked by an annoying gaggle of second year Huffelpuffs if someone had just cast Rictusempra half a dozen times on him. What made them so annoying was the fact that, even though his broom had just crashed into a tree and he was more than just a little aggravated over the incident, he still looked as if he was brimming over with delight.

- And what made them so annoying was the fact that, try as he might, he could not be rude to Ginny Weasley.

Maxilocks 04-03-2008 04:05 AM

Theme # 43: SpeRevelio
 
Notes of Significance
Theme # 43: SpeRevelio



It had been a long, long, tiring day. Ginny was sure she had woken up on the wrong side of the bed, that morning - she could not be sure because, when her eyes had opened, she had been on the floor, tangled up in her bedsheets.

Then there was the first Quidditch match of the season, against Slytherin. Blaise had rammed himself into her twice, and once she had nearly fallen off her broom. Then he had 'accidentally' whacked the quaffle into her, resulting in her present state of tousled hair and messy robes, and the scar on her forehead.

All she wanted to do, now, was to sink into bed. But she couldn't: homework was mounting. She opened her bag, to draw out her Potions book - and a piece of parchment fell into her lap. She turned it over: No text. But it had a beautiful scent, a scent that reminded her of -

- Blaise.

"SpeRevelio," she said quietly, tapping it with her wand. Words appeared, at once:

Your lips, they look inviting. Your eyes, they look delicious. You hands, they look beautiful. Your hair and robes and that scar on your forehead - looks like I did it.

Maxilocks 04-03-2008 04:18 AM

Theme # 44: Stupefy
 
Their First and Second Years
Theme # 44: Stupefy



"Get out of my way this instant."

Ginny's voice was not its usual fierce: instead, it was scared. Draco Malfoy refused to follow her so-called order, laughing at this attempt at courage, instead.

"Nope. Let's see - Red hair and a third rate, hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley, eh?"

She was shaking inside, at the moment, and she was sure they could see it, too. This was the first year Ginny: in years to come, she would become the person whom no Slytherin, not even Malfoy or his cronies, would dare to pick on but, for now, she was not that sort. She was small and scared, and she felt it.

"G-get out of m-my way," Ginny stammered.

"Aww, the poor firstie's scared," Pansy Parkinson squealed, in a terrible imitation of Ginny: After all, even when she was scared to death, Ginny could not sound half as bad as Pansy - even if she tried. With a giggle at her own joke, Pansy raised her wand.

"Petri -"

"Stupefy."

The wand flew out of Pansy's hand as a tall, black-haired boy stepped into the corridor.

"Leave her alone," Blaise said firmly.

Maxilocks 04-03-2008 04:30 AM

Theme # 48: Unbreakable Vow
 
Memories of Old
Theme # 48: Unbreakable Vow



It was lunch time at the Burrow, and it was in the summer vacations. There were too many people around, so the table had been moved into the garden. They were all now talking of childhood memories.

"Fred and George tried to enter Ron into an Unbreakable Vow once," Charlie recalled. "Dad was so angry when he found out."

Harry grinned appreciatively at the twins, who gave him a thumbs-up in response.

"Blimey," Ron said suddenly. "I was just thinking of when I started Hogwarts, and I just realized how perfect I recall some of those memories. Remember that 'duel' you were supposed to have with Malfoy, Harry?"

"Oh yeah," Harry said, picking up the fork he had just laid down, once again. "And Norbert. Norberta, I mean," he added, as Hagrid looked up at once, and opened his mouth to correct Harry's mistake.

"Why so quiet, Ginny?" Hermione asked, nudging her friend.

"Wha-?" Ginny looked up, clearly startled.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What are you thinking of?"

Ginny quickly shook her head. "Nothing. Remember that time we -"

Inside, she was still thinking of the second year Blaise: shorter than the present one, maybe, but no less appealing.

Maxilocks 04-03-2008 04:43 AM

Theme # 50: Waddiwasi
 
Bubblegum Pink
Theme # 50: Waddiwasi



Arrghh...

Blaise immediately removed his hands from the door he had been about to open. A wad of pink bubblegum had been stuck firmly to the keyhole, and it had nearly come off - on to his finger.

He had been heading towards one of the many abandoned classrooms in Hogwarts, thinking of completing his homework in a place that was not as noisy as the common room. But now, he was here, and the annoying wad of gum was here, too.

"Waddiwasi," he said, wand aloft, scowling. Immediately, there was the sound of the gum shooting out of the keyhole, and flopping on to the ground. He shook his head, pretty sure that the gum had not been there a second ago.

Strange, he could not help thinking. He looked around, just to make sure there was no one in the vicinity: There was not. With a shrug, he turned back to the door: only to see another wad of gum in the keyhole.

"What the -?"

There was the sound of giggles, and then the sound of light footsteps as someone ran away, laughing. A sudden smile crossed Blaise's face.

Ginny Weasley: You could never get rid of her.

Maxilocks 04-03-2008 04:58 AM

Theme # 49: Wingardium Leviosa
 
Love: The Red With The Black
Theme # 49: Wingardium Leviosa



He was walking away. Ginny felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, that had nothing to do with hunger. They were at King Cross, ready to go back home - and he was walking away.

It had been his last year, and Ginny knew she would not have any reason to see him again, now. Blaise Zabini was walking away, into a life that would have no more of Ginny Weasley.

She acted on impulse. "Wingardium Leviosa."

His trunk levitated into the air, then crashed back on to the ground. Blaise halted. And she was running. When she reached him, her hair was a mess.

"I -"

"You did that?" he cut across.

"Yes. I - I wanted to talk to you."

"Sure," Blaise said coolly. "Go on."

Now that she had said it, now that he had replied - she could not. It was too hard, too difficult. "I -"

"Yes?" He sounded testy.

She looked up at him, he looked down at her, their eyes met, the brown with the brown - and then Blaise had pulled her into an embrace, and kissed her.

"Did you want to say something of that sort?" he asked calmly, pulling away.

"Yes," Ginny replied, breathlessly.

Maxilocks 04-03-2008 06:51 AM

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