Chapter Nine
Even Rode my Motorcycle in the Rain
Blaise knew what he had to do. He had to woo her.
He was going to need a lot of help. A lot.
He tried to do it conventionally. He sent her flowers but she didn't seem to notice. Who she thought they were from was beyond him. It was irritating. Blaise was a lot like Draco. Niether boy had ever had to try for a girl. Usually they just jumped into thier arms.
But now he had to. He noticed with some small satisfaction that Draco was having his own issues with Pansy and her fake pregnancy. And his feelings for Granger. But that wasn't Blaise's problem. His problem was a redder kind.
He took to stalking her. He followed her in the library, seeing what she read. Her interests were wide, but mostly focused on Arithmancy. He had cajoled her grades out of Colin Creevey, an excitable young man. She was doing spectacular in the aforementioned class.
He was a fair hand at it but it wasn't his favorite subject. Still he looked in on it, keeping an eye on it.
He knew her favorite foods after a trip to the kitchens (and the loss of a pair of socks to the irresistable Dobby). He knew her aptitude in Potions after a detention with Snape.
He knew he was going to have to be better than this though if he really wanted her.
He had to make her notice him.
That was where the motorcycle came in.
Sirius Black had owned the Motorcycle for most of his life. When he went into hiding, he left it with Blaise's mother. As far as Blaise knew, Sirius was the only man his mother never cheated on. He hoped the man would get his name cleared so he could just marry his mom already. Obviously they were meant to be.
Blaise knew Sirius had wooed many women with the Motorcycle and Blaise hoped it would hold true for him.
He chose a Friday to put his plan into action. He waited for her outside the grounds. He knew she liked to walk along this route. So he waited. At quarter to seven just as the stars were beginning to shine through the Evening sky, She came along. Her abundant red hair and the small satchel she always wore left little doubt as to who it was.
He silently gunned the motorcycle and darted around towards her. She stopped, momentarily stunned by the headlights. He swooped in, grabbing her about her delicate waiste and swung her up behind him.
"Hold on." He yelled as he flipped the right switch. Ginny's arms went about his waist as he took off into the night.
(A/N: Nikki called me at eight this morning and told me I had to update. I was half asleep and used some colorful words.
To PALLA- Don't worry, Ginny'll cool off enough for him to handle.
To siriuslyamerican- Yeah, I wasn't sure. But My dad said it was pretty dangerous when the song was written so I took his word. Any way, Thanks for the great reviews!
