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Prompt: Girls of Harry Potter Competition- Blaise/Ginny, didgerideroo
Rating: K+
Summary: Lost in Australia, Ginny just wants to go home and have a nice chilled butterbeer, Blaise on the other hand, couldn't care less.
Due: July 3rd
"This is all your fault you know," hissed an irate Ginny Weasley as she and her useless Italian partner trudged through the Australian heat wave with sweat pouring down their face and bodies, clothes plastered to their backs.
"And how," Blaise asked imperiously, delicately wiping his forehead with an embroidered handkerchief,"is this all my fault?" He didn't even bother to gesture to the barren land, focusing his sole attention on not collapsing from exhaustion. Ginny just shook her fiery head, her hole face glowing as red splotches covered her sun burnt cheeks.
"If you didn't decide that it would be a bloody AMAZING idea to chase the serial killer to AUSTRALIA, then you thought it would be a BRILLIANT idea to go look at the 'scenery' when we couldn't find a trace of him, then we wouldn't be stuck in the middle of NOWHERE burning into fried fish sticks!" She snarled, having no real energy to argue as she weakly poked a finger to his muscled chest before walking again.
Blaise just shrugged, pushing raven hair out of his eyes before stalking up to her; even dying of heat he did have some dignity. That said dignity didn't stop him from asking with confusion muddling his drooping eyes, "What the hell are fish sticks?"
…
"Oh, thank Merlin," breathed Ginny, as she and her idiot partner caught sight of a traveler walking down quite a large mountain, jabbering with another man as they walked. The sun had started to set, casting an eerie glow on the land, as the two Auror's pulled the last of their energy into running towards the Aborigines.
"Oi!" yelled Blaise, stalking over, his black hair falling into his eyes as he waved his hand for the two to stop.
"It's time's like these where I wish I could use my wand," sighed Ginny, hurrying over, as the two elders stared in shock, intrigue, and confusion at the two red, sun beaten, British foreigners. The moment that the two had crossed the invisible line bordering Australia, their wands had immediately stopped working, leaving them defenseless and without any means to communicate with the Ministry.
"How Muggles survive is beyond me," bemoaned Ginny, shaking her head in confusion.
Blaise chose not to comment, instead hurrying over to the two others. He was a sight, black hair stuck to his olive skin with sweat. He long ago had discarded his robe, unable to take the radiating heat, and was left in slacks and a white shirt buttoned open, leaving Ginny a nice glimpse of glowing skin and quite a nice six pack... No, we are not going there, thought Ginny as she sidled up next to her partner who was trying (but not succeeding) to communicate with the confused and clueless men. Both had hair like a giant cotton balls, black hair curled tightly around their heads and weathered skin. They wore brown robes and each held a stick-thingy as a herd of sheep stood behind them, baa-ing clueless to the comotion.
"We, are, trying, to, find, civ-il-i-za-tion," said Blaise comically, drawing all the vowels out and speaking incredibly slow as the Australians watched him with curious eyes.
"You are not from here are you?" said the tallest one in crisp English tainted with a slight Australian accent. His partner grinned at the taken aback wizard/witches. Ginny giggledunder her breath at Blaise's horrified expression at being humiliated by Muggles. Pushing the frozen Blaise, who was still trying to collect his scattered wit, pride, and ego, out of the way, Ginny smiled sweetly, trying to ignore the perspiration dripping in her eyes,
"No, we are not from here," she said mournfully, wiping her brow dramatically at the amused faces of the natives, "We are trying to find our way back to the city." The tall one, Adoni, nodded in understanding, saying in his deep voice,
"You can't not go back without a mode of transportation." At Ginny's forlorn expression and raised hand ready to slap the cold-faced man, he hurriedly gestured to the sun, as Balun answered,
"We can still help you." Ginny immediately dropped her ready fingers (if somewhat reluctantly), and grinned widely at the prospect of leaving this devil's haven. Blaise just nodded curtly, and snapped,
"So when can we leave this damn place?"
"Soon." was all Adoni said. Balun on the other hand, brushed a curl out of his hazel eyes and walked leisurely towards one of the sheep, blissfully unaware of Ginny and Blaise's humiliated, annoyed, and all together irritated state of being. Adoni stared dreamily at the sun as it slowly set, watching from his peripheral vision, the tense Aurors.
Balun came back some time later (two minutes) and Blaise snapped irritably,
"What took you so long?"
"I apologize," said Balun, making it obvious he didn't care for the Italian man at all. Blaise tensed, lifting his muscled arms to strangle the poor soul, but Ginny, ironically, jumped to the rescue. Using all of her small body weight to pull the muscular arms down,
"No, Blaise," she hissed, "They are our only way out of this, and dear Merlin I want to go home. I will not have you mess this up again!" He just hissed in annoyance, dropping his arms and glaring at the offending person. Adoni held up a long hollowed out stick reverently, clearly expecting the two to gasp in amazement at its apparent "awesomeness." Ginny had no idea what it was for as she stared utterly confused as he dropped his arms, clearly unhappy with the current reaction. The sides were decorated in colorful and beautiful engravings depicting dancing girls and animals of the wild.
"Wow," she whispered in awe, coming closer to trace the markings. Blaise yawned indifferently.
"Prat."
…
After Ginny finished admiring the long stick, Blaise pulled her back and asked waspishly,
"What is this?" He haughtily pointed at the flute-like thing, beyond annoyed; Adoni smiled,
"This is, of course, a didgeridoo, and your way, as you modern folks say it, 'out a' here'"
"And how, the bloody hell is this our way 'out a' here" Blaise hissed. Bringing the opening of the flute like thing to his lips, Adoni blew into it. Ginny stared at his chest, having a quite sick fascination at seeing how he could put out so much air into that thing to make that blasted noise shattering her ear drums. After three more short blasts, Adoni put the digi-deroo thing away and went back to watching the sunrise peacefully. Completely ignoring the tourists expressions of twin disbelief as they stared at the insane man. Balun held up one hand for silence, whispering as if telling one a great secret,
"Just wait." After five minutes, Ginny's patience was wearing thin and Blaise's had already snapped.
A small cloud gathered in front of the sun and Ginny couldn't help but think this all bared an awful lot of resemblance to the Muggle cowboy movies she had seen with Hermione and Luna. Yet, instead of a herd of horses riding to the rescue with dashingly handsome men dressed in cowboy boots and plaid shirts, there was a land rover driving towards them with an old women in the front seat. Her hair was also black, although not as curly, falling down her back in waves. She hopped out of the drivers seat, looking at the four assembled,
"You needed my assistance," she stated, rather than asked, Balun. Ginny grinned slightly, ducking her head in amusement as she saw the blush forming on the native man's cheeks. Blaise just scoffed and turned his head.
"Oh yes, Merri" Adoni pointed to the twoBritians'-as Balun was too busy stuttering and blushing at her level gaze,- "These two here, need a ride to the nearest city." Merri looked both of them over critically, Ginny flinched at her unwavering, piercing gaze but Blaise, bless his stunted soul, held his ground, keeping his head high. Men and their stupid pride, Ginny thought, shaking her head in exasperation.
…
As they rode in the back seat, hearing something resembling "not wanting foreigners to mess up her driving skills and destroy her baby," whatever that meant, Ginny closed her eyes, relishing the wind beating down on her peeling face. She opened her eyes hazily, feeling Blaise's burning gaze on her red face. She turned and met his eyes, smiling slightly,
"Yes?" He coughed, and Ginny grinned wider at his obviously discontent expression,
"We are never going to talk about," he paused, shaking his head, "this again, right?" Ginny just nodded solemnly,
"Never again."