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A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all enjoy this one shot! :)
Your face is a mince pie
"FOR THE LAST TIME, GIN, STOP!"
"Your face is a sto- oh, wait, that one doesn't make sense." Ginny grinned from her spot on Blaise Zabini's lap. The two were lounging around in the head's common room, waiting for Hermione and Draco to return from rounds, before heading off to their respective houses' Christmas parties. Blaise, using his powers as a Slytherin, had manipulated Sir Cadogan, the Head Tower's portrait guardian, into giving them the password. Upon hearing about Blaise and Ginny's relationship, of which, neither approved, Hermione and Draco had changed the password and refused to tell either of them what it was. Ginny and Blaise had hoped that their relationship would encourage the two Heads to reveal their true feelings for each other, but, sadly, it hadn't happened.
Blaise groaned in response to Ginny's earlier statement. "Neither did 'your face is a wet fish', 'Your face is a Christmas Cracker', or 'your face is a Hagrid's cabbage patch', but that didn't stop you."
"I know," Ginny laughed. "But too many porcupine quills spoil the potion."
"True." Blaise replied with a smile, 'plaiting' Ginny's hair.
At that moment, the portrait door swung inwards and Hermione and Draco tumbled through the portrait hole.
"Hey gu-" Ginny broke off in surprise.
For the two sworn enemies had, not noticing their respective friends, started snogging against the wall.
"It's about time." Blaise muttered. Ginny nodded.
However, after about five minutes, Draco and Hermione showed no signs of requiring air, and the two on the sofa began to feel uncomfortable.
"Awkward." Ginny sung under her breath. She picked up a mince pie from the plate lying on the table, took a bite, and swallowed. "This is a really good mince pie."
Blaise smirked, seeing an opportunity, and kissed her softly. "Your face is a mince pie."
Ginny giggled, and kissed him back.
A/N: Please review! :)