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.