Disclaimer: I do not own ANY HPS people; they ALL belong to J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Happy Spring Break. I was going to go to New York, but change of plans. All 20 of my brothers and sisters are going to be here!! Wow! I'm happy, but annoyed, but that's okay I'll just lock myself in the closet like I always do, and sit on my laptop and update!!

Oh, and I had actually wrote this story but with Scorpius/Rose as the main characters, and Lily Luna (Harry/Ginny's kid) with one I made up to be Blaise's kid for the flashback. But then I changed my mind and did Hermione/Draco because I thought it sounded better in their perspective, but other than that the words and actions are same.

Yeah, my awesome beta is back!!! After trying to beta on my own I realized I need black wolfgirl2722 to make my stories perfect! Thanks so much!!! Please tell her thank you, because this chapter was probably crap before she beta'd it.

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"Hold on! Isn't that, Granger and Weasel-Bee?" Blaise Zabini asked his blond friend.

They were on Spring Break in Italy, and he'd decided to show Draco a part of his hometown Draco has never seen, and that was Amalfi Coast. There were girls of all sorts. Italian, British, American, dumb, anything you'd be looking for….at least during the day. Right now it was just him, the moon, the coast, and Draco, until they spotted the bushy haired bookworm and her red headed companion, Ginny Weasley.

"Holy shit it is! What are they doing here?" Draco asked, his vision focusing in on the two girls. They were walking along the coast with two other guys, the red head a few feet ahead. Their backs were turned so they didn't notice the two Slytherins closely behind them.

"Who do you think they're with?" Draco whispered to his friend.

"I don't know…it can't be Pot-Head or Weasel because I'd know if it were." he whispered back.

Draco burst out laughing, not noticing when the girls turned around, "Nice way to put your sentence. 'It can't be Pot-Head or Weasel because I'd know if it were.' Ha! You'd think you know English!" he laughed, looking away from his friend to the two furious looking girls, now inches away.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" the red head demanded, the boy to her left pulling her into a one arm embrace so they were linked.

"It's a free coast, is it not?" he sneered at her.

"Come on, Ginny," Hermione said pulling her friend's arm in the direction they were originally going.

"That's right listen to the mudblood, pureblood," he joked, smirking.

"What are 'oze?" one of the boys asked in disgust. It sounded as if it were contagious.

He flipped his long curly hair back, girlishly. He was at least an inch shorter than Draco, and from the looks of it he and the other boy were twins. They both had that same long curly hair, their noses pointed at the hilt, they were both the same skin tone, and as if all that didn't mark them as twins they were wearing the same outfit; dark blue jeans with a faded black shirt.

"Nothing," Hermione quickly put-in, looking at Draco pointedly, "I'm going to tell the Ministry!"

"What 'Inistry?" the other asked.

"Nothing," Hermione said breathing in deeply. "Look what you've done. Can't we go somewhere without having trouble at our heels?"

"No." Draco answered.

"Well, listen here, Malfoy! If you come near us I swear I'll he-" Ginny begun, but was interrupted by the brunette.

"Ginny!" she looked at the two Italians' confused faces, "Come on, Ginny. We'll handle this another time."

"This isn't over, Malfoy," Ginny replied before looking at Zabini, "Hi, Blaise?" she sweetly smiled, giggling.

"Hi, uh, um, Ginny." the boy blushed, despite the situation.

As the two Gryffindors made their way off up the coast, Draco's eyes zeroed in on his best friend. "What the fuck was that?"

"Uh, uh, um, nothing," he lied unsuccessfully. He would never forget the last five months…

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"What-hiccup- are you doing down here, 'Abini?" the red head slurred, hiccupping.

"Nothing. Let's get you to your dorms." Blaise said pulling her off the Slytherin's pool table and onto the green couch.

There was another wild Slytherin party and anyone and everyone was invited….except Hermione Mudblood Granger, Harry Pot-Head Potter, and Ronald Weasel Weasley.

Ginny, being the most not hated Gryffindor came to the party despite her brother's protest.

"But, I -hiccup- I, I, I don't want to go to my dorms." she slurred, gulping down the last of the whisky before throwing the cup onto an unconscious body, "I, I, I, want to go to yours. Let's have sexxx."

Blaise felt all the blood rush to his face, was she serious? Was she insane? He had to admit he may've had a liking to the girl a year below him (AN: which is actually true because I looked it up), but to have sex with her? She was a blood-traitor – a mudblood lover – a….a Gryffindor!

"Come on, Blaze don't keep me waiting." she slurred a nickname, her hiccups stopping altogether.

"No, I don't think that's a good idea, Ginny." he tried to pry her off of his arm, which she somehow had attached to.

"Why? You don't like me?" she asked tears coming to her eyes.

Blaise's eyebrows mussed together, she was being overly sensitive so she must've been stoned because she was never the sensitive one, "No, I do-"

"Then why?"

"Because you're stoned and I don't want to take advantage of you." the words sounded weird coming out of his mouth.

"Come on. I promise I won't freak when I'm sober." she said pulling him on top of her, being further pushed into the couch.

"I don't think so, Weasley," he said as he got up from the couch, trying to pull her up.

Ginny seemed to get the message of getting up because she fully stood, "Fine! But, I'm not going back to the dorms like this....the Gryffindors will kill me from getting drunk at a Slytherin party." she finished, walking to the stairs that led to the boys' dorms.

Blaise knew he wasn't going to get her to leave so he settled with her being sidetracked from her sex fiasco. "Let me bring you up to my dorms," He sighed.

He walked over to the staggering red head and guided her up the green spiraling staircase. Walking up to the topmost door he entered his room. He had his own room – in which he was grateful, because he was the Slytherin's Grand Prefect, as Draco was the Head Boy and had to share private dorms with Granger.

"You can lie here," he pulled the satin sheets back, before removing her shoes.

"Umm, put this on," he handed her some muggle basketball shorts and a Slytherin t-shirt.

Turning around he let her change, only to turn back when she mumbled a ruffled 'done.'

"Are you going to sleep with me, Zabini?" she mumbled as the lights went out.

He tried to focus in on her as his vision settled into the darkness of the room, "Not if you don't want me to."

"I want you to! I want you to!" she said quickly, sliding over to allow him room.

He climbed into bed beside her after changing himself, and Ginny snuggled up next to him.

"Aren't you hot?" she asked moments later.

"Yeah, a little, I don't usually sleep in a shirt…and most of the time I have the window open." Why was he telling her this?

She giggled, "You don't have to change anything just because I'm here."

He looked down at her face in the dim moonlight, "But I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

Looking back up at him her smile turned slightly downward, "I'll be fine, and since when does a Slytherin care how a Gryffindor feels?"

"I have never been mean to you, have I?"

Ginny thought carefully, her eyebrows creasing, "No. No, I guess you haven't." she confirmed.

"Then I care how you feel."

Ginny looked up at him, "Can you open the window?"

"Yeah." he responded sitting up and opening the window that rested just above their heads.

Lying back down, Blaise allowed Ginny to snuggled back up to him, "Thank you." she looked up.

He looked into her crystal blue eyes, marveling at them, before she spoke again breaking the silence, "I need my wand."

She climbed out of bed and clumsily walked over to the door where she threw her clothes on the floor. Ruffling through the Gryffindor robes she pulled out her 8 1/4" Alder, core of Dragon Heartstring.

"Got it!" she said in satisfaction, tripping on the heap of blankets Blaise had left on the floor minutes earlier.

"Ah," she screamed as she fell at least three feet to the bed and on top of Blaise.

She looked down at him, noting his calm face. She looked at his cool brown eyes and saw friendliness to it. One she didn't get too often being with the Slytherins. She closed her eyes and brought her lips down to his. Instantly a shock sped through her body like wildfire. It was like holding on to electric plugs, hard to let go.

Ginny pulled herself onto him more before she knew what she was doing. She knew she wanted him earlier, but didn't know he would've had the power to make her heart beat at the rate it was going at that very second…only Harry had ever had that much affect on her.

Blaise's eyes widen as he realized he was kissing her back. His brain was screaming 'no' while his body was screaming 'yes.' He rolled over so she was under him and continued to kiss her, dipping his tongue into her warm mouth. His tongue wrestled hers as they fought for dominance.

Pushing him slightly back for air, she smiled, "Now."

Blaise knew all to well what she meant, but did he want to do it? She was clearly drunk, just by the fact she had fallen on top of him said that much, but that didn't change anything. He wanted her so bad at that moment, and now was the time he had her.

He started to trail kisses down her jaw line after years of lust smacked him across the face and told him; 'Man, what are you doing? You want her. She wants you. No problem.'

She let out a moan as he started to remove her clothes, and she him. They continue, until they were down to nothing, but their underwear.

Ginny became impatient and pulled him down by his hair, as he tried to rise from her in protest, "No."

He kissed her, removing his boxers. He kissed her longer, fingering the only material that separated the two. She let out another low moan causing him to jolt. Quickly removing the last piece of material he joined the two houses….

After

Waking up to the sun punched him dead in the face.

"Finally, you're awake, Zabini," he heard a soft voice exclaim.

"What time is it?" he mumbled rolling over some. Well as much as he could move with the girl sitting at the edge of the bed.

"It's 1:56 in the afternoon. I was wondering if last night was too much for you…" she trailed off going into the night she shared hours ago with the Slytherin.

His eyes snapped open as realization hit him, "It wasn't a dream?"

"No." Ginny answered perplexed.

"See? I told you I would remember!" she added.

"How many times-" he sat up, stopping short. She was still partly naked. Only in a pink bra and some panties that matched. He looked at her body, marveling at it. It was….sexy – most likely the best body that he'd seen in all of Hogwarts. Maybe it was because it truly was, or maybe because he had never seen it, but it was something he liked a lot.

"Sixteen times." she answered, knowing his question before giggling girlishly.

"Wow," he said, "Are you hungry?"

"No, I had the house elves bring some food and a toothbrush and all, since I can't leave the room. You'd be surprise how late you Slytherins' sleep in! Only we are up!" she said as if it were the craziest thing on earth.

Blaise chuckled, "You have a lot of energy."

"I know," she said before speaking again, "Ready to do it again?"

"You are so not a Gryffindor." He smiled at her, as she smiled at him.

Crawling over to him she kissed him, as she did the night before – before they started what became their regular routine for the next five months. Never expecting love to interfere……

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What you think? I know it shows nothing about Hermione/Draco yet, but this story is going to be at least 3-4 chapters long so that's why I have it in both Dramione & Blainny. So, review and tell me what you all think!