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AN: Thank you to everyone that reviewed! I hope that you enjoy reading this next chapter. I just want to add that I love Blaise and I love Draco. My two favorite male characters in the books. xD

Hangovers and Heartache

"Blaise what the bloody hell?"

Draco's silver eyes flicked from his flat mate to the red head that he had brought home. He knew who she was of course. She had appeared along side Scar Head in the paper more than once, and she wasn't easily forgotten. He had spent 6 years belittling her family, and reminding them of how poor they were every chance he had gotten. He just couldn't believe that she was standing in his sitting room, accompanied by his best friend.

"Not now Draco," said Blaise, flashing him a warning look. Before Draco could answer him, Blaise had his arm around Ginny's shoulder and was leading her down the hall. Crossing his arms against his chest, Draco casually leaned against the wall, awaiting the return of Blaise and an explanation. Glancing down at the platinum wrist watch, he rolled his eyes, and strode down the hall after the pair.

Peering into the guest room, he watched as Ginny curled up under the duvet, and Blaise squeezed her hand. Smirking, he couldn't help but wonder if the fiance of Harry Potter was having an illustrious affair with the former Slytherin Prince.

Walking away from Ginny, Blaise made his way out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. "Ginny is staying the night," he said, answering his friends question as to why the girl was here.

"I can see that," remarked Draco, "but what I fail to understand is why?"

"She doesn't want to be home right now." Blaise had spoke with a tone of finality, but Draco was never one to let someone else have the last word. Sighing, Blaise made his way into the kitchen, dropping gracefully into one of the barstools.

"She doesn't want to be home?" he asked, his smooth brown lifted with curiousity. "What has Potter shown her too much affection tonight? Did she grow tired of being worshipped?"

"Do shut up Malfoy," said Blaise, lifting his face from his hands, "You haven't a clue what you're on about. That isn't the reason at all." Blaise stood from his stool, and swiftly moved to reach into the cabinet above the stove, grabbing a bottle of wine from it's shelves. "I guess I may as well tell you," he said, tipping the bottle's contents into a crystal wine glass. "It's bound to be in the papers tomorrow that the future Mrs. Potter was seen getting pissed in a tavern without her fiance."

Draco leaned against the counter, lips twisted into a smirk reminescent of his days at Hogwarts. "So that's why she didn't comment on my presence," he said, his fingers drumming against the counter.

Rolling his eyes, Blaise sipped his wine, "Believe it or not," he said, "Not everyone is concerned with your presence." Swirling the contents of his wine glass, Blaise focused on the red liquid. "Potter cheated on her and she caught him in the act."

Eyes wide, a laugh escaped the blonde's throat, "I never thought Potter would have it in him to do something so...Slytherin." Draco eyed his friend, his laughter dying down, and eyes narrowing. "So why is she with you? Did you two decide to have it on to get back at him?"

"What?" said Blaise, snapping his piercing gaze onto Draco, "Don't be ridiculous Malfoy, Ginny and I work together. I merely offered her friendly support and a place to crash tonight."

"Right," he said, eyeing his friend suspiciously, "I'm going to bed. I've got an early day tomorrow. Mother wants to see me at the Manor. She was hoping you would come by for lunch."

"I told Ginny I would help her get rid of some thing back at her flat," answered the Italian boy, "But give your mother my well wishes."

"Wait," said Draco, "Why are you getting rid of her things?"

"Not hers," he answered, "but his. She tossed him out. Gave back the ring. She ended it. Ginny's got a lot more fire in her than you know Draco. She isn't the same person you knew at Hogwarts. None of us. The war saw to that."

"Yeah," he said, already half way down the hall, and turning into his bedroom.

Blaise drained the contents of his wine glass, licked his lips, and headed for his own bedroom. With a wave of his wand the lights turned off, and the moment his head hit the satin pillow case he was out.

Ginny's eyes snapped open, and for a brief moment she panicked, unsure of where she was. Sitting up quickly, she winced and lifted her hand to her head. The events of the previous night flooded back to her as the hangover she had aquired made it's presence known. Pushing the heavy duvet off her thin fram, Ginny stepped onto the hardwood floor. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she sighed. It was only six in the morning.

A light knock on her door told her she wasn't the only one up, and she called out for the person to come in. Blaise popped his head in the doorway as the door slowly creaked open. "Morning Gin," he said, "how are you feeling?"

"Like hell," she said, standing up and moving to the door. "Thank you for letting me stay here Blaise, I really do appreciate it."

"Anytime Gin," he said, pushing the door all the way open. "Come on, I made pancakes."

"I'm not really hungry," she said, casting her eyes towards the floor. Ginny felt tears pooling in her eyes, and she shook her head. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. And that the people that had caused her this much pain were the two people who were supposed to be closest to her. Her heart felt like it was laying in a million pieces in her chest, and she just wanted to go back to sleep to pretend it never happened.

"You have to eat Gin," he said, reaching out and taking her hand. "It won't hurt forever."

Nodding, Ginny let herself be led to the table in the kitchen, her eyes abnormally dull. She looked around blankly as Blaise tossed a few pancakes onto her plate, and took a seat next to her, shoveling food into his mouth. She heard someone else enter the kitchen, taking a seat across from her. She looked up, her eyes looking at Draco Malfoy.

"What are you staring at Weaslette?"

"Nothing," she said, turning her eyes back to her plate. Pushing it away without eating anything from it, she turned to Blaise. "I'm going to go," she said, not even glancing back at Malfoy. "There are a few things I need to do today."

"Alright Gin," he said, "I'll be over at your flat around ten. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you Blaise," she said, standing from the table, "Malfoy." Ginny offered him a small, broken smile, and turned on her heel heading for the fireplace. Draco and Blaise both watched her go, noticing the way she kept her head down as she walked. She wasn't the same Ginny that Blaise had befriended.

"Did you have to be a jerk Draco?" he asked, standing from the table.

"Did you expect anything less?" spat back the blonde.

"No," said Blaise, waving his wand and clearing both his and Ginny's plates. "I guess I just expected you to be a bit more human to a woman who just found out her fiance was sleeping with her best friend."

"He was sleeping with the mudblood?" asked Draco, a smirk touching his features, as he rose from the table, "That's rich. Anyways, I'm off to see my mother. Are we still meeting for drinks Zabini?"

"Shit," he said, "I had completely forgot about that. Would you mind if I brought her along?"

"Who? Weaslette?"

"It's Ginny," snapped Blaise, "And yes, her."

"Blaise," started his friend, shaking his head, "We're going to The Frontier. Do you really think she will feel comfortable there? It's one of the newest and most expensive establishments and she's well...she's a Weasley."

"She'll be fine," answered Blaise, waving his hand to dismiss Draco, "Now go before your mother calls mine to find out if we've taken off to Italy again." Draco grinned at his flat mate, and made his way to the fireplace, vanishing in a flurry of green flames.

Stepping out of her own fireplace, Ginny surveyed the flat that she had shared with Harry for the past year, her emotions betraying her as she started to cry. She knew that Harry didn't deserve her tears right now, but she couldn't help thinking that it was in some way her fault. She didn't know if there was something that she had done or said that had pushed him into the arms of his best friends wife.

"Oh god," she said, lifting her hand to her temple. "Ron."

Ginny hurriedly made her way into the bedroom that she and Harry had shared, doing her best to not look at the bed that she had seen Harry and Hermione in. Flicking through the closet she grabbed a pair of her jeans and a black sweater, and swept into the bathroom. Turning the faucet to scalding hot, she stripped out of her clothes, and stared into the mirror while steam filled the bathroom. Her eyes were empty and she looked tired, even though she had slept.

Stepping into the bathroom, she winced as the hot water beat down upon her skin. Sobbing, she dropped down onto the shower floor, and drew her knees into her chest. Breathing in deeply, Ginny stood, holding onto the shower door for support. Washing her hair and scrubbing herself quickly, she turned off the tap, and stepped out of the shower. Reaching for a towel, she dried herself off, and wiped her hand along the steamy mirror so that she could see herself.

Reaching for her wand, she waved it at her hair, drying it quickly, and then tugged on the clothes she had grabbed from the closet. Tossing the towel and the clothes she had been wearing into the hamper, Ginny quickly left the bedroom, and snatched her keys up off the table where Blaise had left them last night.

Swinging the front door open, she stepped out into the cold, locking the door behind her. Glancing around to see if anyone was watching, Ginny apparated on the spot.

Ron needed to know.

Appearing a few moments later just outside the house that Ron and Hermione had bought a few months back, Ginny charged up the stone steps and through the front door. "Ron!" she called, her voice as loud as it had ever been. "Ronald! Get down here!" She heard movement from above her, and she prayed to god that Hermione was not here. She knew the traitorous witch normally got an early start in the mornings, and that Ron slept a little later. A mess of bright red hair appeared on the stair way, still clad in his pyjamas and a sleepy expression in his eyes.

"Wassamatter?" he yawned, stepping off the stairway. Ginny looked around the room, photos of the precious Trio adorning them everywhere she looked. And there in the middle of the wall was a picture of Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny on Ron and Hermione's wedding day. Feeling suddenly sick to her stomach, Ginny beckoned her brother forward. She moved to sit on the couch, and smiled at her brother as he sat next to her.

"I have to tell you something," she said, her voice low, "It's about Hermione and Harry."

"What about them?" he asked, leaning back against the sofa, his blue eyes focused intently on his sister. "Are they alright?"

"Yeah," she said, frowning, "they are alright. I'm sure the two of them are just dandy."

"Gin," he said, reaching out to her, "What is it?"

"I walked in on Harry and Hermione in our bed," she said, lifting her left hand to show him there was no more engagement ring on her finger. "I broke it off with Harry and tossed them both out of my flat."

She wasn't quite sure what she had expected from her brother, seeing as she had just told him that his wife was cheating on him with his best friend. She was shocked when her brother laughed, and she stood from the sofa. Her face flushed and her eyes flashed with anger. "What is so bloody funny Ronal Weasley?" she asked, her eyes deadly.

"Hermione wouldn't do that," he said, shaking his head and staring at his sister, "Neither would Harry. You must have dreamt it Gin. Besides, Hermione is out of the country on business until tomorrow."

"I assure you Ronald," she said, stepping closer to her brother, "that I saw the two of them in MY bed!" Her voice was shrill, her hands balled into fists, and she watched as Ron backed away.

"Gin," he said, smiling at his sister, "Why would they do that? Harry loves you and Hermione is my wife."

"Bloody hell Ronald!" she screamed, moving to his closet and wrenching the door open. Pulling out a pensieve, Ginny lifted her wand to her temple, extracting the memory of the night before and dropping it in the bowl. She watched as the memory swirled in the bowl, and rose before the two of them. Turning away, Ginny heard her brother seething with anger as he watched. When she was sure that the memory was over, she turned back to face her brother. His skin was ghostly white, and his blue eyes were empty.

"I'm sorry Ginny," he said, not lifting his eyes to look at her, but moving to embrace her. "I should have believed you."

"It's alright Ron," she said, hugging her brother, "We'll be fine."

"What do we do now?" he asked, his heart break evident in his eyes.

"We move on," she said, squeezing his hand.

Ron moved back to the stair case, his hand lightly on the banister, and he looked back at his sister. "I'm going to get dressed," he said, "and then go to The Burrow."

"Alright," she said, "I'm going home, and...starting over."

"I love you Gin."

"Love you to Ron." Ginny smiled, and moved to the front door, stepping outside just in time to see Hermione apparate on the steps. Crossing her arms against her chest, Ginny looked down at her former best friend.

"Home early from your business trip?" she asked, malice lacing her voice.

"What are you doing here Ginny?"

"Well, Granger," she said, moving past the bushy haired girl, "I felt my brother should know about you and Harry. And you're to late. He's leaving. Furious with you, and leaving. Stay away from my family Hermione."

"You can't keep me away from my husband Ginny," snapped Hermione, brown eyes focused on her sister in law.

"Soon to be ex husband," came Ron's voice from the door. Hermione looked to where Ron was standing, eyes wide as he disapparated on the spot.

"I can't believe you did this Ginny!" she screamed, "I love your brother!"

"Quit lying to yourself Hermione," said Ginny, "You were never good enough for him." Ginny kept her eyes on Hermione for only a moment, then turned on the spot, vanishing with a loud pop. Hermione screamed in fury, and headed off to her study to send an OWL to Harry.

And that is the end of chapter 2!
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