Sorry about the long wait, I didn't think sp many people would like it and I am being forced into updating my other chapter all the time by my slave driver DemonsCan'tLove, between that the love of my life, coursework and social life. I have no time.

But yes, Thank you to 'Draco lover', Whitegreen, dristi, .Sugary.Tears., snowfire81 for your great reviews, they made me smile.

And a special thank you to tiddlywinx, when i got your review you gave me and idea and i starting trying to complete this chapter, you'll see what the idea was as you read it.

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Blaise hated Sundays. Sundays always meant a hangover and a sticky crowded bed with some girl from the night before. He'd stopped trying to remember their names, just stuck with 'love' instead but no matter how much charm he injected into their conversations it didn't make getting them out of his bed any easier and by the time the girl had left most likely with a broken heart, it was too late for Breakfast. Blaise always hated Sundays so, most Sundays he would go climb into Draco's clean fresh bed while the Slytherin prince was doing Head Boy duties, not that Draco knew. He'd never let on, it would just inflate the blond boys ego even more.

Ginny loved Sundays. She could sleep in as long as she wanted and then head down to the kitchens to get some food later on. But the best thing about Sundays was waking up in Draco's bed; he was usually gone by the time she got up though, away doing head boy duties. He never was one for showing affection but he did set the prefect rounds so she didn't have to get up early on a Sunday. It was the little things that really mattered, Ginny told herself; smiling.

Blaise had, had enough of the noisy brunette who had taken up what had seemed permanent residence in his bed. She snored, what kind of girl snored as loudly as a bear?

he thought as he entered Draco's private chambers, striding confidently over to the bed and almost falling onto it when he saw a long naked back with freckles which most definitely did not belong to Draco or any boy for that matter. Ginny, the dark haired boy grinned; they had gotten over themselves and stopped fighting again if Ginny was in Draco's bed again.

Deciding against waking the red haired girl, he tried to sneak out the door when she stirred in the bed and murmured, "Draco, come back to bed." Whilst lifting her head to gaze at the intruder.

Once her eyes were open she realised her mistake and drew the covers up to cover herself, "Blaise." She smiled, not entirely surprised; more disappointed.

"Hiya Ginny." He said, his eyes sparkling.

"Don't say it.", she warned.

"No promises, Ginbug." He said, throwing her a t-shirt of Draco's to put on.

Catching the garment in her left hand, she slipped the grey jumper over her arms. Blaise tried to enjoy the view but he couldn't, not without thinking of Draco's wrath, besides he'd seen Ginny like this many, many times before. He supposed it had been over a year since his best friend had first slept with the red vixen. She just haven't been in Draco's bed for a while, that generally meant Blaise got the silk sheets to himself most of Sunday morning but he had missed the freckled face, her dry wit; very identical to Draco's himself and her contagious laugh.

"Who was it this time?" Ginny said, interrupting his thoughts.

"What?" Blaise asked, startled.

"The screaming banshee that kept me awake half the night." Ginny responded, grinning.

Oh yes, he had missed her all right the bloody wench. Who else would tease him all day? It's terrifying how similar her and Draco were, except were Draco was quick to dismiss unworthy people; people who could not match him in intelligence and wit, Ginny was kind hearted and felt for other people, however exceedingly boring they were. Though don't let her fool you, she was a determined fiery vixen who would hex you to hell and back if you got on the wrong side of her, in other words she kept Draco on his toes.

Ignoring her, Blaise asked; jerking his head in the direction of the door, "Doing his duties?"

A quick nod affirmed the arrogant boy's whereabouts, sighing Blaise starting pulling back the covers and she looked at him.

"Well what are you waiting for? Move over Gin, you know you're not getting any smaller and you're taking up the whole bed." He said pushing her over to her side of the bed.

"Right away O-Portly one, I know you need extra room these days Blaise but no need to take it out on us small waisted people." She said, rolling right over to the other side of the bed; allowing him much more room than he needed to prove her point.

Blaise, the look obsessed boy jumped into the bed and started tickling her until she screamed for mercy. He chortled and lay down, waiting for the counter attack from his ginger companion and was startled to realise she had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily, she had fell asleep.

Blaise decided this could not be a bad thing and lay down beside her, closed his own eyes and must have drifted off when he rolled over and felt his face land in something decidedly squishy. Oh Merlin, he though jumping away from the mess on the innocent looking pillow. Feeling his face with both hands desperately he realised the squishy mess was only shaving foam and then realised he was completely covered in it. He searched the room for the redhead and found her missing, oh how she would pay for this when he got his hands on her.

Searching frantically for his wand to clean himself and preferably Draco's bed because Merlin knows what this looked like, when he had his wand in his hand he heard a slight noise from outside the door and immediately got ready to spring on the unsuspecting redhead who had came back to probably laugh at him to his face.

The door opened and in came a certain platinum blond, not exactly who Blaise was expecting. At least he hadn't leapt on him as he was planning to do if the intruder had in fact been the bloody wench who had left him like this.

Draco just stared at him, didn't say a word; just kept his gaze on Blaise and then flicked it to his bed which was now covered in shaving foam which was probably Draco's.

Blaise opened his mouth to explain but Draco held his hand up, "I don't care, clean it up." He said with his voice dangerously low.

Annoyed that after all he'd been through he was been given orders by Draco, "I will not as it was your bloody vixen that has caused the mess." Blaise snarled at the now furious Draco.

His eyes narrowed, "What about Ginny?" he said, taking a step closer to Blaise.

Blaise almost took a step back, not that he was scared of Draco it was just that whenever it came to Ginny; he didn't mess around and wouldn't hesitate to hex anyone, be it his best friend of the face of the earth.

"I- I…" Blaise stuttered, raising his hands in defeat just as Pansy burst into the room.

Both boys turned to look at the now hysterical black haired girl in the doorway, her laughter was bouncing off the walls, she was clutching the doorframe in order to support herself and her red dressing gown was slipping from her shoulders.

Draco stepped away from the doorway in disgust, "This place is a bloody nutter asylum." He snaps.

"O-Oh Draco, Oh my M-Merlin." Spluttering Pansy trying to compose herself.

Blaise looked longingly at the exit which the laughing Pansy was blocking, he knew he wouldn't try and risk it.

Draco just glared at them both, "WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON?" he hollered at them, his patience snapping.

Draco's scream had a sobering effect on Pansy as she pulled her robe tighter and rolled her eyes, "Draco, I have missed that little firecracker of yours," she said, gesturing around his room, "she has become a lot of fun, I mean back in your bed a day and has already managed to wreck havoc not only on your room but on your best friend."

Blaise huffed in the corner while Draco smiled almost smugly at the thought of Ginny acting almost Slytherin and Pansy cast a simple cleansing charm so that Blaise and Draco's room were now clean.

"Never leave a man to sort out a woman's job." She declared before strutting over to the door, "Oh and Draco? She's outside that giants hut." She finished and then flounced out.

Draco laughed and glanced at Blaise, "You are never living this down." He said, suddenly back in good humour.

Blaise just settled for his mother's technique and glared at the boy, completely out of sync with his usually good humour. Not that Draco minded, he'd finally get some peace around here.

Blaise still hates Sundays, possibly more so now.


Glancing down at the glowing cigarette between her slender fingers, she fondly remembered the first time she had a cigarette. She knows she mostly continues the habit because of him, because she wants some idea, any idea of what goes on in that perfectly beautiful mind of his. She wants to be there to figure out what he's thinking; his expression rarely gives anything anyway but his eyes, she is learning his eyes tell her what she needs to know especially in those moments she has him all to herself.

The first time she took a draw of his cigarette, the smoke had filled her lungs so completely; so fast, so overpowering and she loved every minute of it. It was like him in a way. It was over far too soon, now that she told him was like him and then she had laughed, joking as he had shoved her while she took another draw, this time was different.

He knew she was going to choke, she knew he knew and tried her best to breathe out oh so casually as she had watched him do moments before. She had failed miserably; coughing so much she swore she'd never do it again and he had laughed but not at her failure but rather at the pout that grazed her freckled features straight after, it had been the cutest thing he had ever seen.

Not even 3 minutes later she had asked him for another cigarette, he was going to refuse when he saw her jaw set with determination, the absolute fire that burned inside her and that's when he knew he could never refuse her anything she wants.

She had become to associate everything with him over time, she knew she was in for the long haul. It was just past mid day and she wondered if Draco had found Blaise yet, she couldn't help but giggle as she remembered. Glancing up away from her hand, she lifted the cigarette to her mouth; letting it dangle from her lips.

She almost had a heart attack when a hand lifted the cigarette from her lips, she calmed when she saw it was Draco. The sunlight really did enlighten his features but he was just too damn stubborn to admit it and thus refused to go out in it much, she teases him about being a vampire often.

Draco bought his girlfriends cigarette to his lips, it had her lipstick around the tip of it. He smiled, not smirked and it seemed to alarm Ginny as she spoke, "What are you so happy about?" she enquired, trying to take the cigarette back but he was too quick, lifting it out of her reach.

"I'm happy because I'm here with you now." He said, sweetly; batting his eyelashes.

She rolled her eyes heavenward, "That may work on simpering idiots and your mother but not on me." She declared, leaning back against her tree.

He blinked, "Now, now Red, you know you're the only simpering idiot for me." He responded to her, sitting beside her.

She punched his arm and he laughed. She tried to huff and squirm away from him but he grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap so her legs were on either side of his, straddling his waist. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers and kissed her lightly on the lips until she smiled.

They both settling into a comfortable silence both loving the closeness and security that they felt, "Draco?" Ginny asked, lifting her head from his shoulder.

"Gin girl." He answered, looking at her.

"You know Luna?" she enquired, knowing he did.

"The loony one that Blaise has a crush on?" he tried, winding her up. Merlin, he loved to wind her up.

She hit him lightly on the arm, "and my best friend. You know that, you git. I think I should get together, somehow." She replied to her boyfriend who now looked frightened.

"Now Ginny, you know that when you play matchmaker, things don't go as planned." He tried, slowly, Merlin knows he tried, well if Blaise asks, that is what he will tell him.

She pouted at him, "But they would be a great couple." She sniffed.

"Blaise as much as I adore him is a slut, it won't work and you'll have to deal with the loony girl's tears." He said gently, last thing he needed was an emotional Ginny.

The girl in his arms stiffened, obviously he had somehow he said the wrong thing, "A slut? You mean like you used to be?" she snapped.

He winced, "Gin girl, you are the only girl for me. I changed… "He said, quickly trailing off when he realised his mistake.

She brightened, "You mean if you could change, Blaise could too?" she asked, eyes wide in false innocence.

He had fallen into her trap and he knew it; better to just agree with her at this stage, she'd hopefully just forget about it, "Sure darling if that's what you think." He tried and smiled then snuggled up onto his shoulder again.

"Draco?" she asked, a while later.

"Mmhmm." He responded, eyes closed.

"I think Pansy likes my brother." She said to the blond.

He groaned, this was going to be a long day.


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