Blaise Zabini appeared when called, much like the devil in that respect. Especially when the person calling him was his angel, Daphne. He walked over calmly and dropped a kiss on her cheek. "Hello, love. I've missed you."

Daphne became irate. "Why are you making small talk when there is a girl tied up in our living room!?"

"Oh," Blaise said like he just remembering the unconscious woman. "That has an explanation."

"I know we don't have much a relationship currently but I thought we agreed to no girls in the flat. Mine or yours. "

His face became glaring, lips pulled back in curled disgust. "Are you so tired that you're not processing with your eyes? Have you even looked at her?"

She turned toward the girl again: dingy face from using the Floo, clothes worn and old, and limp hair. Not exactly his type. "Well if this isn't one of your kinky sex games, then what is it?"

"That," he stated with a wide sweep of his hand "Is a problem."

Her right eye began to twitch. She hadn't seen her bed in almost 16 hours and she wanted no part in his slippery word games.

"You have 30 seconds to explain to me what is going on in a clear way or i'm going to give every single mulberry silk tie you own a lovely dip in acid."

"Some of those ties are extremely rare, Daphne. Hand dyed with colors from-"

"24 seconds Blaise."

"Alright! Calm down you wench. I was in Diagon Alley, looking for you a present, and I bump into Pansy. Except it wasn't Pansy, it was this person polyjuiced as Pansy. I corned them, took their wand, brought them here, knocked them out, and tied them up."

"You would pick my first day off in week to start going around kidnapping girls." she sighed.

"I kidnapped no one! I brought her here for questioning." Blaise's face was aghast with indignation. The thing was that he didn't, even for a second, believe that he did anything wrong. Tying up girl was perfectly acceptable as long as he got what he wanted. Daphne loved him, but often questioned why when she always had to deal with the aftermath of his morally grey decisions.

"I'm just sure the Aurors will see it that way as well. We're cleaning this girl up and turning her loose on the first alley we find."

Her ex-lovers lips twisted into a pout. "But, Daphne." He whined.

"No buts you absolute Pillock! Ruining my day off with your stupid antics." she mumbled as she stalked over to the girl and with a grimace pushed her hair back from the dirty face then gasped.

"Blaise, this is a Weasley."

"Don't be rude." he snickered from where he threw himself down on the lounge. "Not every dingy readhead this side of the English Channel is a Weasley."

With pursed lips and an aggravated attitude she whipped her wand from her thigh holster.

"Scrourgify." She said tilting the other witches head back in the palm of her hand. Watching as the soot lifted and swirled away from the face, only leaving behind pale skin and bright pink lips.

"It's the girl Weasley. Jenny? No, that's not right. Its-"

"Ginevra. Her name is Ginevra." Blaise murmured suddenly beside her, head tilted in thought.

"Do you know her?" She questions and Blaise thinks back to Slug Club meetings, cutting words he said but never believed, and looking at red hair blowing the Quidditch pitch.

"No." He answers. "But what business does Harry Potter's girlfriend have looking like Pansy?"

"I don't care what her business was. She's a Weasley. No doubt she'll have someone looking for her. Even more of a reason the plan stays as is."

"Did I tell you that she was weeping?" Blaise added dryly. "Tears just running down her face, the poor thing. I wonder what terrible tragedy could have befallen her while looking like our friend,"

Daphne grinded her teeth and forced her eyes shut. Does it really matter if a Weasley was polyjuiced as one of her friends in the middle of Diagon Alley? Why should she care? Why does she have to clean up, what is no doubt, Pansy's mess?

"Well just make sure she's okay first." Blaise lowered his head, face settling just in the crook of her neck where he knew she was most sensitive. His voice was sweet and the warm breath of his words against her pulse point made her nostalgic for the simpler times when they would make games out of the muggle girls they picked up in places that no good pureblood girl should ever be.

"Surely you, the most talented healer to step foot in that ruddy hospital, who took an oath to help all of wizardkind-"

"Oh my Gods, Blaise. I know when I'm being manipulated. Especially by you. Give me space to do the spell. You know I can't think right with you on me" She could feel his lips curl into a smile against her neck and he gave her one last kiss and then stepped back.

"I hate when you look so smug, it makes you less handsome."

"Don't lie to yourself angel."

Daphne rolled her eyes and breathed once to settle herself, then pointed her wand at Ginevra Weasley's chest.

"Rennervate." She said clearly. Smirking when it as planned, the girl woke up with a sharp breath. What Daphne did not expect was the loud ear splitting scream that followed right after and did not stop.

"What did you do Blaise!? You said you only knocked her out!"

"I used a Stupefy! She was wandless, I didn't need anything else!"

"Well something went wrong!"

Both turned as the girl tried to speak in between anguished wails and dry choked sobs.

"Please," She begged. "My arm- it hurts."

With rapid speed Daphne waved her wand to let loosen the ropes that Blaise had secured.

Ginny felt the relief as soon as she jerked her hand. The solace was not lasting as the pain had made the bile her stomach revolt, curling the half-ass breakfast she treated herself too and caused the foul smelling liquid to spew out of her mouth in the very next breath.

"I am not cleaning that up." said Blaise.