Disclaimer: I own nothing, if I did, I wouldn't be writing this.
Warnings: Fair amount of golden trio bashing will ensue. Also slash between Draco and Blaise. Rated M for language and such, not too rich on detail.
Ginny looked over the compartment and was shocked to find it full; she hadn't noticed the arrival of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, both before at prefect meetings, or Luna Lovegood who was quietly reading her latest issue of the quibbler. She seemed to notice Ginny watching and looked up smiling; Ginny smiled back as she started putting her magazine away.
"Want to come for a walk Ginny?"
"Sure," she jumped up, probably faster than necessary, and quickly followed her from the compartment. "Thanks, I never thought I could get tired of being with the famous Harry." Ginny grinned as they shut the compartment behind them.
"You looked like you could do with an escape route," she smiled.
"Where are we going by the way?"
"Wherever you like."
"Dean and Seamus? I saw them down here earlier," Luna nodded and we walked on. The blonde stopped after a couple of seconds however outside a compartment full of slytherin's. Ginny frowned at her, raising her eyebrows in surprise as she opened the door. The slytherin's inside looked up, mildly interested as the door opened and Luna smiled at a girl in the corner. Sitting next to this girl, who looked familiar, was someone in the year above who Ginny recognised as a boy called Zabini, next to him was someone who's name she couldn't pinpoint though recognised his face and then, sitting opposite, was Malfoy, lying across Parkinson's lap. Beside him was Crabbe, or Goyle, she wasn't sure which was which.
"Hey Luna," the girl in the corner beamed at her.
"Hey Astoria, mind if I join you?" Luna asked this to the group at whole.
"Sure, sure, we'll squish up" The girl called Astoria smiled and nudged Zabini along. Luna went over to the space that Astoria had made for her but the guy who sat beside Zabini rolled his eyes, pulling her backwards onto his lap.
"Theo," Luna moaned light heartedly but sat quite comfortably on his lap. Ginny placed the boy as Theodore Nott now, causing a fresh frown to wash over her.
"It's Ginny isn't it?" Astoria added to her, smiling kindly. Ginny stared; taken aback, realising she'd just been standing in the doorway like a gormless idiot.
"Um yeah," she said, still frowning. Astoria laughed at her frown but it stayed put, she had just realised where she knew the face from, she recognised her from classes, Astoria… Greengrass that was it. She'd always been nice to her, Ginny struggled to remember if she'd come off as nice towards her.
"Want to join us?" Astoria smiled but Ginny shook her head before finally forcing words out.
"Er no…" she was distracted by Zabini's grin, sure he was taking the mick, and Malfoy's smirk. "I've, got somewhere to go…" she trailed off, quickly turning away, and walking as fast as possible down the train.
Ginny just managed to get a hold of herself when she got to Dean's carriage where he was, unsurprisingly, sitting with Seamus and Parvarti who had gotten together over the summer. Dean smiled warmly at Ginny and she smiled back.
"Hey babe," He grinned and she kissed him quickly before curling up beside him.
It was a little while later, after she'd received a note from some Slughorn guy, apparently the new potions master, that she found herself in Slughorn's compartment, joined by none other than the 7th year Gryffindor, Cormac McLaggen. Ginny grimaced to herself as he launched into another tale, wandering when she could go. She looked up when the door opened once more, her eyes widening when she recognised Zabini. He looked from Slughorn to Mclaggen, with a contemptuous face but when his eyes lit upon Ginny, the other side of Slughorn, a smile alighted his features. He sat opposite her and watched her with a smirk on his face.
"Ginger," he nodded and Ginny looked out the window, blushing slightly.
"Good to see you're happy to be here dear boy!" Slughorn cried. At this Zabini's smile dropped abruptly. "Ginny, Cormac, this is Blaise Zabini, 6th year, slytherin. Blaise, this is Cormac Mclaggen, year above you in Gryffindor, and Ginny Weasley-"
"Yes we met earlier," Blaise said shortly and Ginny studied his features, he had high cheek bones and dark skin. He was without a doubt handsome, gorgeous even, possibly the best looking male in Hogwarts, aside from Malfoy; a proper ladies man no doubt. She struggled to keep a smile off her face but Blaise, who had looked out of the window, caught her eye and winked. She took a deep breath, looking away hastily as the door opened again and a Ravenclaw by the name of Belby entered. Harry and Neville followed not long after and neither of them so much as glanced in Blaise's direction and he kept away himself.
If it weren't for Ginny sitting opposite him, he'd have left by now without a sorry thought. If you asked him, it was just a way for blood traitors to show off their perfect bloody parents. Why he was there he didn't know; his mother was quite the opposite to perfect but he wasn't sure if Slughorn knew this.
"Ah Blaise, at last, tell us about your mother." He turned to Blaise who raised his eye brows delicately.
"Not much to say."
"Oh but there is, your mother was very beautiful, yes? I remember her in my class, glamorous even as a child," Slughorn smiled and Blaise struggled to refrain from rolling his eyes.
"My mother may have been as you said, beautiful. But it didn't help her did it?" Blaise said bitterly, though he didn't think that anyone, save Ginny who frowned ever so slightly, noticed this.
"Whatever do you mean Blaise m'boy?"
"She's a whore." he said shortly and Slughorn stiffened, pursing his lips. "Do you know how many husbands she's had? Seven. All of them died in mysterious circumstances. Now I wonder what happened there. And the remaining millions of galleons, what a coincidence," Blaise replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He sensed rather than saw Harry and Neville glaring at him and wandered why for that had probably been the nicest thing he'd said in front of them before. He guessed that they must have mistaken his sarcasm for arrogance; perhaps they thought he was proud of his mother's acts. He sneered at the word 'proud' but soon realised that this made him even more subject to the contemptuous glares he was receiving. Ginny said something 'witty' then at Blaise's expense which he was vaguely aware of but missed the punch line and so skipped over it. She'd probably picked up on his sneer as well. He sighed. Why was it so invisible to Gryffindor's that this is exactly why they don't say anything they'd approve of?
Slughorn dismissed them all then and Blaise moved away quickly, glancing briefly at Ginny who caught his eye before looking away immediately. He frowned to himself as he moved down the train to his compartment, thinking about the ginger. He opened the door and slid in, turning back round to check when the door wouldn't close properly. He shoved it across and it hit something hard. He pushed it again and it still wouldn't close. Blaise narrowed his eyes, looking up immediately as a thought came to him. Someone invisible was there. He felt the smallest flutter of fabric against his hand still gripped around the door as he tried to shut it. Potter. Only he owned an invisibility cloak inside the castle. He turned his head in Draco's direction swiftly, still holding onto the door. Draco, who had been watching Blaise the whole time, caught his gaze and they held the eye contact for a moment before Draco nodded ever so slightly and Blaise let the door open, toppling into Goyle's lap. Goyle yelled out, pushing Blaise off him forcefully and Blaise didn't hesitate to let him. He got to his seat just as the flash of a trainer jumped off the vacated seat and Blaise sat down, facing Draco who had watched the foot go up into the luggage compartment.
"So Zabini, what did Slughorn want then?" Draco drawled and Blaise smirked; jealous prick. Blaise noticed Goyle glaring at him from the corner and rolled his eyes at the boy.
"Just trying to make up to well connected people. Not that he managed to find any," Blaise looked up then, a smirk forming as he saw Draco was not happy about this news. Blaise struggled to keep the grin off his face as it would alert Potter to the fact that slytherins could smile. Which was of course something they refrained from doing in public. Being a heartless bastard certainly had its peaks.
Draco's eyes narrowed, he'd show Slughorn well connected… his father had had some of the strongest influence at the ministry but then he had got thrown in Azkaban which probably didn't impress Slughorn. He felt a sharp pain in his throat when he thought about his father and had to swallow quickly, hoping no-one had noticed though of course Blaise had; he was watching him with concern and, was that pity? His muscles tightened.
"Who else had he invited?" Draco asked quickly
"McLaggen from Gryffindor," Blaise drawled, building himself up.
"Oh yeah his father's big in the ministry," Blaise bit his lip to stop from grinning at Draco who was trying with all his strength to look oh so high and mighty in front of the others. It was a pity it wasn't working on him.
"Someone else called Belby from Ravenclaw," Blaise said slowly.
"Not him, he's a prat," Pansy snarled and Draco felt the need, for the 100th time already that day, to sit up and tell the bitch to piss the hell off.
"And Longbottom, Potter and that Weasley girl," Blaise finished in a rush, watching as Draco jumped up, finally knocking away the vice like hand of Pansy.
"He invited Longbottom?" Draco said disbelievingly.
"Well, I assume so, as Longbottom was there," Blaise smirked and Draco's eyes, distracted momentarily by Blaise's tone, flashed at him and winked slightly.
"What's Longbottom got to interest Slughorn?" Draco demanded and Blaise shrugged.
"Potter, precious Potter, obviously he wanted a look at the Chosen One," Draco sneered for Potter's benefit above them. "But that Weasley girl! What's so special about her?" He asked, again only for Potter's benefit and Blaise supposed Pansy's as Draco held nothing against any of the Weasley's save Ron. Draco had even been known to laugh at the Weasley twins many pranks. He only disliked Ron because of him being in the Golden Trio. And that he was a pathetic bastard, but that was beside the point. As if on queue Pansy blurted out, her eyes studying Draco's face carefully.
"A lot of boys like her. Even you think she's good looking, don't you, Blaise, and we all know how hard you are to please!" Blaise was taken aback that she had dragged him into it and looked up quickly, a grin quickly flitting across his face before looking at her coldly.
"I wouldn't touch a filthy little blood traitor like her whatever she looked like," Blaise snapped. Malfoy smirked and sunk back into Pansy's lap, rolling his eyes when he caught Blaise's gaze as Pansy started stroking his hair again. Blaise watched with slightly tight eyes as her vice like fingers clawed through his silken locks time after time.
His attention was caught by a red head going passed the compartment and he grinned, thinking of Ginny. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he only heard the last of Draco's little, off- handed speech.
"-Probably hasn't heard I'm on the train, or-"
"I wouldn't bank on an invitation," Blaise grinned, "He asked me about Theo's father when I first arrived. They used to be old friends, apparently, but when he heard he'd been caught at the ministry he didn't look happy, and Theo didn't get an invitation did he? I don't think Slughorn's interested in Death Eaters." Blaise told him as Draco let out a mirthless laugh.
"Where is Theo anyway?" Blaise asked Draco but it was Pansy who answered.
"Went off with the blond and Astoria," She said coldly. Pansy was obviously jealous of Astoria as she was paid so much attention from Nott and Blaise, even, usually when Pansy wasn't around, Draco. She also strongly disliked, or more distrusted, Luna and believed she shouldn't be given the free reign she was allowed amongst the Slytherin's. This had lead to an icy feeling between Pansy and Astoria, one of Luna's best friends. Ginny was apparently her other best friend but, as they all saw earlier, Ginny was oblivious to Luna's relationship with the slytherins. As a rule, Pansy now also despised Daphne, Astoria's sister in our year, who, in turn, hated all the slytherins and was friends with a crowd from Ravenclaw. Blaise wondered if the rest of the female species were so ridiculous, and figured that, from his own experiences with women, yes, they probably were.
Blaise was then aware that the compartment had gone silent and everyone was staring at Draco, or gawping in Crabbe and Goyle's cases. Blaise applied Occlumency to Crabbe's mind lazily, not overly bothered by the common occurrence of his fellow slytherins staring admiringly at Draco. Crabbe's eyes twitched in Blaise's direction but he was either too shocked or too thick to care. Blaise saw what Draco had said, that he had implied leaving school to work for the Dark Lord and Blaise allowed a look of curiosity and surprise to alight his face. Not because of the news; Blaise knew what Draco was doing and why he was doing it, he was merely surprised he was saying this when he knew Potter was in the compartment.
Malfoy said something clever, in response to Pansy's awed words and Blaise rolled his eyes before stepping in.
"And you think you'll be able to do something for him?" Blaise said scathingly, putting Draco back in his place before he got too bigheaded. "Sixteen years old and not even fully qualified yet?"
"Maybe he doesn't care if I'm qualified. Maybe the job he wants me to do isn't something you need to be qualified for," Draco said quietly before quickly pointing out that he could see Hogwarts and they better get changed. He closed his eyes for a moment as everyone turned to their trunks, focussing on controlling himself in front of them all, especially I-can-do-no-wrong Potter.
Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle were still regarding Draco as if he was the best thing since Merlin himself but Blaise watched him with dark eyes. Draco didn't know what he was doing; he was out of his depth, way out of his depth. A gasp of pain from above Blaise made Draco spin round and regard the compartment curiously, considering what spell best to use on Potter. Blaise threw one last look at the silken haired god before following the others out of the compartment; leaving Potter to Draco.
Luna left Ginny, Dean, Seamus and Parvati in the Entrance hall and made her way to the Ravenclaw table to sit next to Padma.
"Hey Luna," Padma grinned turning round to talk to Luna.
"Hi Padma, anything new this summer?"
"Been dead boring with me but how about you? Anything new with Theo?" Padma raised her eyebrows and Luna laughed, shaking her head.
"There is nothing going on there, I assure you."
"Sure, sure," Padma laughed.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Luna grinned and Padma smiled. "Just because you're in love with him." she added.
"What?" Padma demanded, her grin sliding abruptly.
"You fancy Theo, its obvious love," Luna said simply and Padma's eyes widened. How the hell did she know that? They hardly ever spoke. Ever. She just observed him from afar, watching how he enticed a large proportion of the school to his bed each night, hoping, although she thought scathingly of those who did, that this time, he might pick her.
"No I don't!"
"Who do you fancy then?" Luna asked and Padma glared at her for a few minutes before answering.
"If you must know, I fancy Dean." Luna almost chocked on her pumpkin juice and Padma's face flushed furiously. Why, why did she say Dean? She could have at least said the name of someone single...
"Thomas?" Luna asked disbelievingly. "With Ginny?"
"I know…" Padma muttered, wishing she'd said another name. Luna raised her eyebrows.
"Good luck."
"Thanks," Padma said sarcastically before Luna started talking to Michael Corner opposite her.
Luna was in the middle of discussing Nargle's with Michael, one of the only people in Ravenclaw who put up with her, when she saw Draco Malfoy saunter into the hall, ten minutes late. It wasn't this which struck her as strange though, Draco was always late, it was that, for once, he was alone, not accompanied by Blaise, his best friend. Her eyebrows went up in surprise, expecting him to appear having gone to the toilet or something. He didn't however. Luna caught Theo's eyes and he just shook his head, his and Astoria's faces mirrors of confusion.
Draco walked on past Theo and sat between Pansy and Crabbe. All the slytherins watched him with questioning eyes, asking him where Blaise was. Pansy was the only one managing to look smug about the confusion. Cow. Pansy had had it in for Blaise for years. Ever since he'd come into Draco's life as though he'd always belonged there and never left. Draco ignored them, as he did everyone, and his face took on a blank look whenever he caught anyone's gaze. Luna frowned but thought nothing more of it, until Draco started miming something to do with a broken nose and she regarded him curiously.
"Hey Luna, where's Harry?" Cho called down the table to her and Luna looked away from the slytherins to the Gryffindor table where, it was true, Harry wasn't with the others.
"Not sure… he was definitely on the train… perhaps he got caught by the nargles, I thought they were around," Luna called back, rolling her eyes as Cho laughed with her friends. Luna looked back to the Gryffindor table and studied it carefully. She guessed that something had happened to Harry as Ron and Hermione were looking around worriedly. Luna turned back round and as she heard the raucous laugh's from slytherin, she put two and two together. Draco Malfoy.
Luna watched him closely for the rest of the evening, noting how he seemed not to care much when his head of house was declared defence against the dark arts teacher and didn't care to listen when Dumbledore himself was talking, quite content with levitating his spoon. Luna jumped up from her seat as soon as the hall was dismissed; meaning to talk to Astoria or Theo but Ginny was making her way across the hall towards Luna who made a split second decision and turned her back on Ginny, pretending she hadn't seen her, and making towards the Entrance Hall. The hall was packed and Luna could scarcely see any Slytherins, let alone the ones she wanted. She stayed in the hall, hoping to spot them, until all the stragglers had come passed her.
Luna made her way towards the dungeons and stopped when she got to the slytherin common room. She cursed when she realised Astoria had not yet got round to getting the password herself, let alone giving it to her. Spinning round at the sound of footsteps and was relieved to see only Daphne coming down the stairs; the teachers didn't like the thought of students of different houses dropping in on each other.
"Luna? What are you doing down here?"
"I need to speak to Astoria but I don't know the password."
"Just come in with me but for future reference the password's Salazar," Daphne made a face as the portrait opened and they both stepped in.
Ginny watched in shock from behind the statue as Daphne Greengrass let Luna inside the Slytherin common room as if it was a commonplace occurrence. She stared for a second or two at the common room entrance and, with a second's hesitation, said the password out loud. It opened and she crept in, hiding behind the wall. Ginny searched the room, keeping herself carefully hidden in the alcove through which you had to step to enter the common room. Ginny saw Luna deep in conversation with Nott and Astoria, the three of them casting furtive glances in Malfoy's direction. Ginny stared for a moment, wondering what to do when it occurred to her that sooner or later someone was going to either enter or leave the common room. She quickly turned back round and made to open the door when Malfoy's drawl caught her attention.
"The pathetic bastard won't know what's hit him when he comes back to power. You all know how easy it was for me to knock him out on the train; he's just lucky old Dumbledore's keeping tabs on him…" He must have been talking about Harry who had come to the great hall halfway through dinner sporting a bloody nose. Ginny's eyes narrowed and it took all her self control to turn away and stop herself hitting Malfoy with a curse… but then that seemed a highly foolish thing to do right then; hexing the slytherin leader when surrounded by his whole house who would jump to his aid in a moment. Sighing, Ginny quickly slipped out of the room, vowing to talk to Luna the first chance she got.
"Ginger?" Blaise called out, seeing someone walking swiftly away from the Slytherin common room, casting furtive glances behind her. Though he couldn't be sure, his eyes slightly glazed from drink. She looked up, eyes wide like a rabbit's caught in the headlights. She froze and Blaise raised an eyebrow, walking towards her.
"Lost?" he smirked, knowing full well she wasn't. She seemed incapable of thinking, let alone talking. He could practically see her mind whirring trying to think of something to say.
"Something like that," She finally blurted out, a blush at being caught colouring her face now that the shock has subsided.
"Care to explain why you've been in my common room?" Blaise asked silkily, inconspicuously taking a couple of steps towards her.
"Umm…" Ginny struggled to form a sentence, her mind for once utterly lost for words. It didn't help that Zabini was slowly getting closer. Yes, she had noticed that. He was swaggering more than normal; obviously he'd been on the drink.
"It's not safe you know, a little lion, running into the snake's lair," Blaise murmured in her ear.
Ginny was forced to take a deep breath to steady herself, as his scent washed over her quite dizzyingly. They were close enough to touch, so close that she was surprised by how much she had to look up to see his eyes.
He looked down; she looked up. Their lips were millimetres apart. His right hand was stroking along her waist whilst his left was tracing along her jaw. She couldn't breathe, she could hardly stand, lust and want clawed at her mind and she moved ever so slightly closer.
She could feel the closeness of him, the proximity of his flawless lips to her own. She wanted him so bad in that moment that the tiniest moan escaped her lips.
His hooded eyes flashed as his lips captured hers.
She was entirely lost in him the moment those lips met hers. He had pushed her up against the wall, sucking and nibbling her lip with fluent expertise whilst she was doing all she could to keep conscious, her hands raking through his hair. Blaise's hand moved from her waist to the bottom of her shirt. His eyes darted to hers in request and she just continued to kiss him. He took this as a yes and his hand rose up her shirt as he sucked her lower lip till it was sore with pleasure. His hand cupped her breast and tweaked her already hard nipples. She groaned, gripping his hair tighter. Not taking her eyes off his, she moved her hands to his collar where she slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands were shaking the further down she got and Blaise took over, not moving his lips from hers. As soon as the last button was undone, Ginny tugged it forcefully off him. In this time, Blaise had already removed her shirt and she pressed herself even closer to him, relishing the feeling of his skin on hers. Ginny's fingers traced along his abs, gradually making their way down past his belly button. It was her turn to ask and he nodded, lust clouding his eyes. She slowly unzipped his trousers and stroked along his length. He groaned.
Draco watched, leaning against the wall several feet from them. He recognised his friends shields, recognised that no-one was supposed to see them. But Blaise's and his shields were much too similar for him to miss one as clearly as this. It did nothing to hide the scene from Draco's eyes therefore. He leant on the wall, arms crossed over his muscled chest, dark eyes watching the couple. Anyone who didn't know him, in other words anyone but Blaise, would think him bored. A middle-aged pervert who needed more action to get off on; Draco's body language could quite easily be linked to that.
But he wasn't watching them for fun, as Blaise would know, had he of seen him, he barely even noticed the fucking bitch who looked like she wouldn't mind eating his counterpart. The one who was capturing the bitch's lips so expertly, as he had seen a thousand times before, was claiming all his attention.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been there; he had come looking for Blaise, to apologize, when mere feet from the fucking common room he had come across him and her. That bitch.
When he saw her unzip his trousers he had to fight hard not to cry out and tear her from him. But he knew he deserved it. He had pushed Blaise away, he deserved this punishment for that. He had rejected him, shrugged off his best friend, the one who had never failed to stand by him, with him. Blaise had been waiting for Draco to come off the train, he had attempted to comfort Draco but he had shrugged Blaise off. Now he watched his raven, feather-haired prince with agony, a pain likened to that of a knife, tearing through his chest.
Because when someone offers you their love, offers you them, on a silver platter, only a fool rejects them. He guessed he was the fool.
And so he stood there, propped up by the wall, still as a statue as he fucked her again, and again.
And he tried to remember how to deal with pain.
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