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Chapter 1
Ginny's the youngest of her family. Naturally, everyone in her family dotes on her. Maybe a bit too much. Her brothers were often protective of her. They would occasionally ask her where she's going, with who, and till when, even though they know that she's fully capable of handling the danger herself. But tonight she would finally break free because it's her 18th birthday. Tonight is the start of her freedom!
But... instead of partying, Ginny stands around, looking bored, while people around her are shaking their heads off.
"Ginny!" Ginny turned and saw a girl with an eye-catching pair of glasses. The girl waved enthusiastically and Ginny waved back, not so enthusiastically.
Luna arrived by her side. "Luna," Ginny acknowledged. She let out a sigh.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "It's a special night, isn't it?"
"It is. I'm just bored. I thought it would be much more exciting," said Ginny with her chin resting upon her hands.
"How?! We're in a bar full of hot wizards! Music's pumpin' loud!" Luna eyed an attractive male as he walked pass them.
"I don't know," Ginny answered, shrugging.
"Where's Harry?"
"He had to finish up his paperwork for Kingsley."
"How are you and Harry?"
"Still the same. I know I feel something special for him, but I don't know if he feels something special for me too."
"How about the rest of your family?"
"Well, I told them I wanted to spend my birthday alone this year and that we could celebrate it together later.
"Well, tonight is your 18th birthday... Nevermind them! Let's get a drink or two to start," Luna stated. She knocked a knuckle or two on the bar counter. That raised the attention of the bartender.
"What may I get for you two beautiful, young ladies?" the bartender asked while polishing a few glasses. The bartender stared a few seconds before resuming his job.
"Five shots of tequila, please!" Luna yelled, feeling daring. She's got this glint in her eye that'll make people around her shiver.
The bartender looked at Ginny. "You're sure?"
Ginny nodded. She just want to get the boredom out of her system. And she, herself was feeling a bit daring too.
But the outcome after the five tequila shots was not exactly what Ginny desired...
There they were, dancing frantically, in the middle of the dance floor. Guys and gals were egging them on as they both peel their outer layer of clothes off. Guys wolf-whistled them. Girls screamed in excitement.
Ginny was down to only her tank top and miniskirt. Her hands were pulling the hem of her tank top up when she felt a hand on her arm. Ginny looked up and saw the bartender from earlier. He covered her up and tried to find her disrobed clothing around the dance floor but to no avail.
He led her from the dance floor back to the bar counter and sat her down.
"Where are you going?" asked Ginny drunkenly. She put her head down on the cool counter. The coolness felt so good against her hot face. She could stay there all night.
"Come on, let's go." The bartender wraps his arms around her and walks toward the entrance.
"Luna?" Ginny turned and searched. Blond hair? She squinted to see better. "Luna!" Giggling, she waved in Ginny's direction with a drink in her hand, surrounded by guys. "Bye!"
"Where are you going?" asked Luna.
"I don't know." Ginny looked up questioningly into the bartender's eyes.
"My place," answered the bartender. They disapparated on the spot before Luna could ask furthermore.
"Hm? He seems familiar. Oh well!" Luna turns back to the party. "Yay!"
Blaise, fresh out of the shower with only a towel around his hips and one around his neck, made his way over to the sofa where he left Ginny. Wand in hand, he levitated Ginny into his bedroom and on the bed. Ginny immediately dove under the covers. He brushed her hair out of her face but paused his actions when Ginny whispered out Harry's name, commanding him to kiss her. He plopped down next to her with his hand to his forehead as he thought about earlier.
Flashback:
'Just another boring day,' he thought as he wipe down glasses. Customers gave him lousy tips. 'I should just quit this job. I don't even know why I applied for it. I have enough inheritance from mother.' Knock. Knock. He took a deep breath and put on a big smile.
"What may I get for you two beautiful, young ladies?" In an instant, he recognized the girls from his school. Not necessary from his year, but definitely his school. He'd remember that blazing red hair from anywhere. He also remembers his crush on the girl. The girl with the dirty blond hair? Not so much except that she's a bit on the loony side. That's what Draco had said anyway.
"Five shots of tequila, please!"
"You sure?" Ginny nodded.
Not half an hour later, he witnessed the two girls dancing their arses off. Even Blaise feels shameful of their dance moves and that's saying something. Eventually Blaise had enough. He left his bar counter.
"Hey! I want a martini! Hey! Are you listening to me?" Blaise paid the customer no attention.
"Zabini, where are you going? If you leave your post, I'll fire you immediately!" His manager was blazing mad but Blaise kept walking. "That's it. You're fired. Don't even bother coming back for your paycheck."
"Fine! I don't need it anyway," he hollered back. When he reached Ginny, he covered her up. 'Where is the other girl?' he wondered.
"Luna?" Ginny searched before she finally spotted her. "Luna! Bye," she cried in delight.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know." The drunk girl in my arms looked into my eyes questioningly.
"My place." When he disapparated, he thought about coming back for the other girl as he can't disapparate with two disoriented girls in his arms without the danger of splinching himself and the girls.
Upon arrival at his flat, Ginny threw up on him when the spinning became too intense. "Ahh! My clothes!" He laid her down on the couch. Ginny giggled. Blaise went into his room and came back. He changed Ginny out of her vomit-soaked clothes and into the more comfortable clothes from his closet. 'I need a shower,' thought Blaise. 'These clothes stinks.'
In the shower Blaise scrubbed hard to get the smell out of his skin but to no avail. "Just this once," sighed Blaise as he took out the body wash and shampoo that his mother sent him. "Smell fruity. Smell fresh. Smell mouth-watering. Huh. Interesting slogan. Here goes!"
Back to the present:
"Why is it always him?" Blaise groaned. He seems to have forgotten something. 'If I had forgotten it, it wouldn't be that important,' he thought as he slowly drifts to sleep.
Over the night, Blaise somehow managed to roll over in his sleep without his towel slipping away from him and onto Ginny. Ginny woke up in the middle of the night, still half asleep, and drowsily embrace his warm body.
Hours went by, and at long last, rays of sunlight hits Ginny in the eyes. Her hands came up to shield her eyes from the blinding sun. Ginny tries to sit up but find that she couldn't. A heavy weight on top of her prevented her from doing so. Ginny paused in her actions.
"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no," Ginny kept on mumbling like a mantra. "This can't be. No." She carefully pushed him off to the side and saw that, luckily, she still had clothes on. Unfortunately, those clothes were not what she wore when she headed out last night. Trying to remember how she got here Ginny searched through the clothes.
"Groping yourself so early in the morning?" Ginny blushed madly before becoming furious.
"You!" She pointed a finger at him. "Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here?"
"Calm down." He stretched. "I am Blaise. You're at my flat and you're here because you were too drunk on your arse to go home."
"Oh, so you decided that the next best thing to do was to bring me to your flat and change me out of my clothes? Thank you so much!" she exclaimed sarcastically.
"Woman, you threw up all over yourself and me. I had to change you. Those clothes didn't look too comfortable anyway. So yeah, you should thank me. You're welcome!" Blaise argued back. Suddenly Ginny perked up.
"Where's Luna?" Ginny asked.
"Who?"
"The girl who I went there with?"
"Oh, so that's what I forgot."
"It's not a what but a who. Now where is she?" She picked a pillow off the bed and hit him.
"Oof. How the heck do I know? Last I saw her was at the bar dancing. I was going to go get her and come back when someone had vomited all over me. Then I had a shower. When I went to sleep last night, I have already more or less forgotten about her.
"Ugh! How could she abandon me?! How could she let me go with you?! I thought friends were supposed to stick together. Quit laughing, you git!" Ginny threw a pillow at him, but he caught it before it could even reach him. "I'm leaving!"
"Where are you going? We had such a good time last night." 'That bastard's smirking! He thinks this is funny,' Ginny thought. 'Calm down, Ginny. Ignore him. This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare.' Ginny tried to calm herself down. No matter how much she wanted to kill him, she can't. What would Harry think of her? He can't have a girlfriend that's a murderer. To-be-girlfriend anyway.
"Where are my clothes?"
"It's in the dryer."
"Dryer? You know you can dry with your wand, right?"
"Yes, I'm aware, but I like to use the dryer."
"... Whatever."
"Ya sure you don't want breakfast before leaving?"
"I'm not hung-" Immediately, there's a growl from Ginny's stomach.
"You were saying?"
Ginny growlingly dropped down on the chair and began eating while imagining Blaise as a giant fly. "I hope you don't think we're friends now. Because we're not! Got it?"
"Of course not." Blaise sat happily across the table from Ginny, watching her gorge down food. 'Like brother, like sister.' he thought.
"Stop watching me, you creep!" The rest of breakfast was ate in silence. Ginny found the dryer, changed into her clothes, and left.
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