"Weaslette!"
Ginny turned around as she heard someone hiss her name. "What do you want, Blaise." she mumbled, crossing her arms. Zabini looked over his shoulder, checking to make sure that no one was withing range of hearing what he said to her. "It's about Draco-"
"And Hermione." she said, finishing his sentence.
"You've noticed?" he asked. Ginny stared at him in disbelief.
"What- you think I wouldn't? I'm her best friend for goodness sake." she rolled her eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Well, it was, but..."I don't have all week, Zabini. Now, how has Malfoy been acting?"

They discussed the events that had-taken place over the past few weeks, noting everything that both Hermione and Malfoy had done that seemed out of the ordinary. Maybe their "relationship" wasn't as simple and ordinary as they thought...
Besides that, there was a war coming. There were battles to be fought in the months to come, deaths to prepare for, and adventure and mystery creeping up on them practically every step of the journey. But, within this war- torn time, they had found a moment to breathe. Within this time with Ron, Lavender, and the looming threat of The Dark Lord, Ginny was literally acting as a detective in the mystery of her best friends romance- with the help of Blaise Zabini, of all people.
An hour later- miraculously without any fighting or arguing- they had exchanged thoughts and comments. Ginny understood everything now...mostly. Blaise had told her that Malfoy had left their dorm room in the middle of the night- it might have been early in the morning. Anyway, that time range. Malfoy couldn't have met up with Hermione- she was in the Hospital Wing.
Unless...
"I'll ask her..." Ginny said, thinking about what Zabini had said. If she was correct, this meant many things. This cleared up mysteries, this cleared up questions. But this was only one, possible answer among many. And she, Ginerva Molly Weasley, would find them.