A drunken Blaise admits to Draco that he is a virgin, and Draco takes it upon himself to find someone to help Blaise loose it. Knowing that he can kill two birds with one stone, and infuriate Weasley, he chooses Ginny to be the one to do so. Now, to just figure out how to get her to agree to it.

To all my readers, old and new. After a far to long absence I'm back and working on this story once more. I decided to repost it with corrections to grammar and made some minor modifications to the story itself. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and to those of you who are still reading this story! I love you all!

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Chapter 1:

"I never…ran through the dungeons arse naked to keep my comb from being tossed in the fireplace." A dark haired young man said grinning brightly as he lounged in a comfortable dark green chair.

Across from him another young man, seated on a matching chair in black scowled and took a shot of fire-whiskey. "That comb is important to me Blaise, how else do you think I manage to look so bloody sexy." He retorted with a smirk that at times seemed a permanent feature on his handsome face.

Glancing at the nearly empty bottle between them he frowned. "Think we should stop now? We're almost through with the alcohol, and I don't know about you but I'm starting to feel a bit light headed." The blonde commented pouring another shot into his glass anyway.

"We'll play till it's finished. Unless you're to sloshed to go on Draco." The other commented with a shrug. The blonde gave him a glare. "Fine. I never walked in on Theodore Nott and Pricilla Dewvine making out in a broom closet." He said with an evil chuckle.

Blaise cringed at the mere memory. It had happened last year while he had been patrolling the corridors of Hogwarts on prefect's duties. He had heard a noise coming from a closet, and thinking it was the school's annoying poltergeist Peeves had gone to check it out. Instead he had been unwelcomingly shocked to find a fellow student in a heated make-out session with a girl from another house.

Seeing the pair half naked and engaging in such things had caused Blaise to become sick to the stomach. After sending them back to their common rooms, he'd had to make a trip to the bathroom, which he hadn't enjoyed after several minutes of heaving his dinner up. Draco had been the only one he'd told since they were what could be considered good friends, but the blonde refused to stop teasing him about it.

"I never slept with that evil cow Parkinson." Blaise said after downing his whiskey, obviously in hopes that it would vanish the mental picture he'd received. Draco grinned smugly back at him. "Well Mr. Zabini that would make two of us." He replied crossing his arms and making himself more comfortable in his chair.

The dark haired Slytherin student was surprised. "Are you serious. I thought for sure you would have given in by now, if only to get her off your back." He pointed out knowing full well how annoying Pansy Parkinson could be. Draco merely shook his head while making a face. "I would never even so much as touch her if I could get away with it. I don't see why everyone thinks we'd make such a great couple. She's a evil bitch."

Blaise chuckled. "I agree with you there." For a moment neither said a word. "So who was the last girl you slept with?" Draco asked casually as he crossed his feet on the coffee table. At the question Blaise felt the color drain from his face. "Well…" He wasn't sure how to answer without being laughed at.

At his hesitation Draco seemed to perk up. "Come on Zabini, she couldn't have been that bad. Well unless it was Granger, but seeing how she's attached to Weasley and Potter by the hip I doubt that it was."

Looking away Blaise shook his head. "No, I didn't sleep with Granger. Or anyone else for that matter." He muttered under his breath, not meeting Draco's icy blue gaze. There was a thick silence in the prefects lounge for a moment until Draco snorted out a laugh. "You've got to be joking! Blaise Zabini is a virgin!" By now he was clutching his sides, not something very Malfoy like.

"Get off it Draco, it's not like I'm the only one in school." He mumbled grumpily as his so-called best friend got a laugh out of his inexperience. Draco held up a hand and tried to calm himself. "Sorry mate, but your one of the last people I would expect to hear say that he'd never had sex. I mean come on, there's tons of girls in this school, and I'm sure more then half of them would love to get in your pants." He pointed out composing himself once more.

Biting his lip Blaise once again refused to look at him. "I guess it's stupid but I kind of wanted to loose it with someone else who'd never been with another person." He explained knowing he was going to be laughed at again. Surprisingly Draco held it in and cleared his throat. "Well, that counts out eighty percent of the students over 4th year. Now, to find someone in that small, percent left over. Not to mention, one that's not a troll."

Blaise frowned at his friend. "It's not that big a deal to me Draco. I've gone 17 years without giving into temptation. I think I can handle waiting a while longer." He insisted knowing that his friend wouldn't listen anyway. "Nonsense Blaise, this is our last year at Hogwarts and I don't intend to let you leave without learning one of the most important lessons you can actually learn at this school." The blonde remarked looking smug.

"Is it to much to ask that I actually approve of the girl you decide to make me sleep with?" He asked giving up and slouching in his seat. "Not at all. If you don't like who I choose, then we'll find someone else." At this Blaise relaxed slightly, though a twinge of nervousness still remained in his gut. This year was definitely, shaping up to be different from the rest, he had to admit that.

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The game of I Never seemed to be forgotten at that point and after disposing of the bottle and glasses Blaise said that he was retiring to bed. After his friend had left Draco remained in the lounge going over a mental list of every girl at Hogwarts that was within a reasonable age. After racking his brain for an hour he had narrowed the group down to a handful of possibilities but none stood out above the rest. Especially since it was Blaise he was choosing for, and not himself.

His newfound information that Blaise was a virgin definitely gave his ever working mind something to do, rather then tormenting Potter and his annoying little group. The thought of Potter and his do good fellow Gryffindor's caused him to stop with a thought in his mind. It was perfect. Not only would it solve Blaise's problem, but also it would infuriate the golden trio at the same time.

Weasley's little sister would be perfect. She was most definitely a virgin as well, he'd seen the annoyed looks her few boyfriends had given her, and how they complained about never getting any. Not to mention that it helped she had blossomed over the last summer. She wasn't a tiny little flat chested tomboy, but now had curves in the right places and her ghastly red hair had darkened and fell in gorgeous waves down past her shoulders. Even he had to admit that she had become a real looker, though he'd never say it out loud.

Blaise was sure to say yes to her. Being a Slytherin meant always going out of their way to hurt or embarrass Gryffindor's, and how better to do so. Doubting highly that he could just walk up to the littlest Weasel and ask her to sleep with his best friend he realized it was going to take all his cunning to achieve. Possibly even some sickening display of friendship toward her. The thought of how Potter and his friends would react would make it worth it. He decided to run the idea by Zabini tomorrow, for now he had some planning to do.

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At the same time in the Gryffindor Tower the very girl that Draco had found perfect for his plan was seated in her bed oblivious to the part she had been chosen to play in the Slytherin's newest scheme. Currently she had her nose buried in a 'trashy muggle romance novel' as her brother so sweetly put it. Not that Ginny Weasley cared what her annoying prat of a brother said, she liked the happily ever after, love at first sight books that Hermione had gotten her hooked on over the summer.

It was nice to imagine a world where true love could sweep you off your feet and last forever. It was a refreshing break from reality. The sixteen year old could only wish that something resembling the plots in her books would happen to her, but she didn't hold out much hope for it. She had a hard time trusting people enough to fall in love, which didn't help her with keeping a boyfriend for any long period of time.

They had all seemed to want far more then she was ready to offer, and when they realized that, most had moved on. Those who stuck around after that point left soon after anyway for one reason or another. At first it had bothered her, but after some time had passed she realized that she was probably better off without a male around bothering her all the time. She had six overprotective brothers to bug her, wasn't that enough.

After finishing the chapter she was working on, the red head glanced at her watch, sighing when she noticed how late it had gotten. Placing a bookmark in the paperback she slid it under her bed to be continued the next night. Then turning off the lights she laid back against her pillows and listened to her fellow classmates as they slept. In her mind the words from the book filled her mind. The main character, a young woman named Beth, had just realized she was in love with her childhood rival when he saved her virtue from some drunk men at a bar, turning him into her knight in shining armor.

Ginny longed for her own knight in shining armor. Though he didn't have to have a white steed. A fast broom would be just fine with her. Smiling at the thought of a knight on a broom she closed her eyes and allowed the rhythmic breathing and soft snores of the other girls to lull her into a deep dream filled sleep. Tomorrow was destined to be a day more interesting then any she had had in quite a long time.