Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
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For Danielle
Category: Romance
Ship: Ginny/Blaise
Request: There is just not enough of just them
Anything else needed: Maybe some cuteness/fluff
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Blaise wasn't entirely sure how his girlfriend had conned him into this. She was a Gryffindor and meant to be courageous, not sneaky like his Slytherin self. Obviously, the Sorting Hat must have had leave of it's senses when it placed his girlfriend in Gryffindor.
"Would you stop pulling faces and help me already?" Ginny called.
He looked over to see her in a tangle of Christmas lights and tinsel, and grinned at the sight.
"You can definitely stop smiling now, you prat."
"Oh, but you look so lovely, Ginevra, imitating the Christmas tree as you are. In fact, I don't think I've seen you look quite so ... helpless before. You're completely at my mercy. Must be my very own Christmas miracle," Blaise said with a smirk, stepping forward to try and untangle his girlfriend from her mess.
"Very funny, Blaise," she drawled sarcastically. "You don't believe in Christmas miracles, anyway," Ginny muttered, struggling to get out of the horrid tinsel.
"Just because I don't believe in them, it doesn't mean you can't be mine," he said, smirking at her.
"You're the sweetest, most absolute prat, you know that? Stop smirking at me and help me get out of this stuff. If I could move my damn arm, I'd rip the things up with my wand myself," Ginny said, glaring at her forgone wand sitting by the tinsel box.
"Just how did you manage to tie yourself up in the lights, anyway? Weren't they meant to go on the Christmas tree?" he asked, struggling to undo some of the knots in the lights.
If he used his wand, then the lights might explode, and Blaise had no desire to spend Christmas Eve in St. Mungo's because of a few damn Christmas lights.
"Hardy-har-ha... I untangled them and put them on my shoulder, then things just got out of hand, I guess. Although I swear I wasn't even near the tinsel," Ginny muttered, glaring down at the offending glittery length that was still wrapped around her.
"You realise that this is an automatically wrapping tinsel, love? It's got a Sticking Charm on it that lasts until the day after Christmas," Blaise said, finally freeing her of the lights, but the tinsel was still stuck.
"Why isn't there some kind of warning on the box then?" Ginny demanded, carefully jumping over to where the tinsel box was lying.
A large red and yellow warning featured on the other side of the box, and the damn thing even flashed, making it very obvious that she just hadn't read the thing. Blaise held back a snicker, knowing that when Ginny got ahold of her wand, he'd pay for his betrayal.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake. Blaise, you've got to get me out of this tinsel. Just blast the thing off or something."
"And have you spend Christmas Eve in St. Mungo's with burns? Not likely, love. I'll be dead before Christmas day dawns... Besides, it's a Sticking Charm, love. The most I could do is get you out of your clothes and hope it sticks to them," Blaise offered. "It'd be no trouble at all," he added, smirking at her.
"You have such a twisted and sick mind. You're lucky I love you," she muttered, shaking her head at him. "Fine, try that then. But!" she added when he raised his wand. "But Apparate us up to the bedroom first. I don't want someone to walk in unexpectedly and see me in my underwear."
Blaise would have protested - no one was due for another hour yet - but the idea took hold, and he immediately loathed the idea of someone seeing Ginny. She'd be embarrassed by her lack of attire, and the person that walked in would obviously stare at her - whether in lust or shock, it didn't matter - and Blaise would have to hurt them.
Nodding, he took Ginny's hand and Apparated them upstairs to their bedroom. The door shut behind them firmly, Blaise flicked his wand for the lights to turn on. She really did look helpless, all tied up in tinsel and scared that she'd be stuck that way for the rest of the day, and Blaise decided that if he wasn't the cause of her helplessness (they'd spent a very long and delicious night experimenting with ties and cuffs), then he hated the look on her. A flick of his wand and one incantation later, Ginny's clothes disappeared from her body, appearing in a bundle beside her. Thankfully, the tinsel vanished along with them as well, but the clothes were ruined until tomorrow morning when the spell faded.
"Oh, thank the gods for that. Thank you too, Blaise," Ginny said, smiling at him.
Her grateful smile turned to a smirk when she saw his expression on seeing exactly what she'd been wearing under her clothes. Or rather, what she hadn't been wearing. Walking over to him, Ginny pressed a kiss to his lips, watching as his eyes darkened. He kissed her in return, backing her up against the wall so he could lift her up, one of her legs wrapping around him easily.
There was a loud sound from the foyer that signified that someone had Apparated into Zabini Manor. A second noise followed it a heartbeat later, and they both heard Fred and George calling out, demanding attention from their host and hostess for the evening.
"They're not meant to be here for another hour, Ginevra," Blaise muttered against her skin.
"I know, but that's not going to stop them from staying here and being as loud as possible. Come on, Blaise, let me get dressed, and we'll go make them finish decorating the tree," Ginny said, grinning at him.
He chuckled at her idea, moving back reluctantly. "Fine, but we're keeping the tinsel away from them. I have no desire to see either of your brothers in their boxers."
Ginny laughed, kissing him briefly, and then went to the wardrobe to find a robe, shirt and pants that weren't covered in tinsel. Blaise looked after her, his hand slipping into his robe pocket to ensure that the small wrapped box - just big enough to hold one ring, his heart, and a very big question - was still there and safe. If Ginny said yes, then Blaise might even reconsider the possibility of Christmas miracles.
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End of present.
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