Hey everyone! Yes, I know, wow, quick update for once, but it's my birthday today so I've decided to treat you all, get my ass in gear and get writing this chapter! So here it is, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't know Harry Potter. Some of the lyrics are from Queen, U2 and The Perfect Circle.

Goddess of Fire

Chapter Ten: Tease

"And good morning London! It's seven a.m., already bright and warm, so don't bother wearing a jacket when you leave the house today…"

I rolled over and groaned into my pillow, hand reaching out lazily and slamming into the talking alarm clock.

Seven a.m.

This household is nuts.

I got ready to snuggle into my covers and sleep just a little longer when my bedroom door burst open.

"Good mornin' sunshine!"

Okay, would you believe me if I told you those words had come out of Draco Malfoy's mouth? No? I don't blame you. But it's true. Draco Malfoy is leaning in the doorway with a huge grin slapped onto his face. Yes, it was horrifying, thank you.

"Alright, didn't I tell you to stay away from crack?" I said, blearily staring at him.

To my complete and utter horror, he simply smiled and started humming. Now him being a musician and such means that his humming is a nice thing to listen to, but the fact he was humming is enough reason to assume the world had decided it was Backwards Day and had forgot to tell me. Damned screwed up world.

Draco strolled into the room, around the bed and wrenched open the curtains, causing searing bright light to pour into my room.

ARGH! MY EYES! IT BURNS! IT BURNS!

"Weaslette?"

"What?" I all but wailed.

Goddess, did I forget about something last night? Hmm, something like, I don't know, BEING TURNED INTO A VAMPIRE!

"Why are you under the covers?" he asked amusedly from somewhere above and to the left.

Okay, lets not be ridiculous.

No ridiculousness.

Nuh uh.

Is ridiculousness even a word?

I think it is actually.

Well, it is now. In Ginny's Weird Dictionary For People Who Don't Know English.

Or, you know, in bog standard Oxford Dictionary.

Okay! Moving on! Lets get past any thoughts of dictionaries and vampires! Yeah!

I crawled out from under the covers, and to my surprise, the light had toned down a little. "Oh thank Merlin," I muttered, pushing the covers back, before looking at the blonde standing next to the bed. "Why are you so chirper anyway?"

Draco grinned. "I finally perfected the song I was working on! Took me all night, with Potter incessantly whining about the noise I was making, but I did it!"

I chortled. Draco really did have a passion for music.

"That's great, Draco." I said with a smile, swinging my legs off the bed and getting to my feet.

"Yeah, anyway…" Draco continued, this time with a slightly hesitant look, "Could you drop off the music sheets at Zabini's?"

Aww, jeez, it's been almost two weeks and they still haven't said a word to each other. Blaise is still wracked with guilt, although he finally seems to have accepted Draco's homosexuality, while Draco seems to be retreating into himself less and less these days. Which is good. But they still haven't made up.

"Sure." I replied with a smile. "Now…SOD OFF! What the hell do you think you're doing, barging in here without knocking or anything, AT SEVEN A.M.!"

Draco yelped and ducked my flying hand, arms thrown over his head protectively.

"Christ woman!" he shouted, diving out of the room. He landed comically in the hallway, scrambled to his feet and shot off, tripping in his haste.

I smirked.

Yup, I still got it.

I smiled happily to myself, walking over to the window and opening it to let a breeze into the stifling room. I took a shower, and then contented myself for fifteen minutes while attempting to choose what to wear, ending up on a white pleat skirt and a baby blue tank top. Slipping on some tennis trainers, I made my way to the kitchen.

"Morning Red!" Harry greeted.

Holy mother of—!

Oh, for Goddess sake Harry, don't you put on a shirt in the morning? It's distracting! And—Oh Goddess, those jeans are hanging awfully low—it's unfair—and those are some really nice abs—no, no, NO! This is Harry! Look at something else!

Ooooooh, PANCAKES!

"Good morning Harry!" I chirped, bouncing over to him and peering over his bare, tanned shoulder as he expertly flipped a pancake.

"What is it with everyone in this house being in such a good mood at seven in the morning?" Harry said amusedly. "First Malfoy started singing in the shower, now you're bouncing off the walls."

Oh, sorry Mr All Gloom and Doom, didn't know you were against a little cheerfulness!

I blame Hermione and Ron. Really, Harry, they're engagement has screwed up your brain.

"So," I said with a fake smile, "What do you think about Hermione and Ron?"

Harry blinked.

"Um…they make a good couple?" He said cautiously.

"Really?"

Harry groaned, steering me to the table, forcing me to sit and placing a plate full of pancakes and syrup in front of me and told me with a long suffering sigh, "Actually, I think it's entirely ridiculous that they're getting married, alright?"

YES!

WE HAVE A WINNER!

I knew I could count on Harry!

"Harry?" I said with a grin, looking up at him.

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Harry smiled. "I love you too Gin."

There was a sudden dry retching behind us, and I whirled around in my seat, only to roll my eyes. Draco was leaning against the doorway, looking as every bit as disgusted as he probably felt. That was before his eyes landed on Harry's bare chest, and his eyebrow suddenly disappeared into his hairline, before his face went back to disgusted rapidly, although it wasn't as convincing as before. Hmm…interesting…

"God, gross much?"

"Thank you Draco." Harry sighed, annoyed.

"No problem Potter." Draco smirked, before looking at the table. "Hey, the only thing you're good at, pancakes!" Draco plopped down in the chair opposite me.

Harry rolled his eyes and walked out, hopefully to put on a shirt.

Actually, half of me is screaming PUT ON A SHIRT DAMNIT! While the other half, the more powerful half, is yelling HELLO SEXY!

Yes, I know, it's terrible, isn't it?

I looked over at Draco, who was squirming in his seat uncomfortably. I casually leaned to the side, catching sight his lap and the slight bulge of his trousers.

A vicious idea hit me.

Right.

Right.

I propped my elbows on the table and rested my chin in my hands, scrutinising Draco in a way I know he would notice. And that he did.

"What?" he asked irritably.

"I hope that that—" I gestured to his lap "—is from looking at porn early in the morning and not from Harry's state of undress."

To my complete amusement, he spluttered and his cheeks tinged a slight pink.

Now this is getting interesting!

"Oh c'mon," I giggled, "Harry's hot. Did you see how low his jeans were hanging? Goddess, you could see the trail of hair leading down there."

Draco's cheeks were steadily getting pinker and pinker with my words, and I knew his arousal was getting worse and all.

Merlin, I'm so evil.

Ah, who cares, this is fun!

"And he's certainly filled out since Hogwarts, hasn't he? Did you see those muscles? Quidditch certainly did him some good. Especially since now he has smooth, tanned skin…it goes really well with his bright, green eyes. And his hair! Merlin, I wouldn't mind running my hands through those silky black tresses…don't you think Draco?"

The ex-Slytherin whimpered, clamping his hands over his ears and slamming his eyes shut. The bulge in his jeans was really prominent now. I smirked happily. Ginny 1, Draco 0!

But…it isn't enough. There's still more.

No better way then getting him to move on from Blaise than to get the lust up and running for someone else entirely after all!

Smirking again (damn it, the Slytherins are rubbing off me!), I got up noiselessly and walked around the table, and stood behind him. Wrapping my arms around his chest, I smiled when he jumped at the contact. His breathing became laboured as I ran my hands over his well-sculptured chest, steadily going lower.

"Wouldn't you want Harry to touch you like this?" I whispered seductively in his now uncovered ear. I kept an eye on the partially open kitchen door in case Harry came back.

My hands trailed even lower, skimming the hem of his jeans.

Goddess, Draco has a nice body. He could give Harry a run for his money! Certainly not Blaise, cos he beats all of them in sexiness, but definitely Harry!

I had to prevent my own intake of breath when my hand brushed against the bulge of his jeans. Draco gave a shudder and another whimper.

Okay, yeah, here's the thing: Draco's manhood? HUGE!

Sweet Circe, it's always the good ones that are gay! Jeez!

I steeled myself, then in careful, measured strokes, ran my hand over the bulge again.

Oh Jesus fucking Christ.

"Potter…" Draco murmured breathlessly.

I grinned.

"Open your eyes Draco…" I crowed in a singsong voice in his ear. Almost instantly, his eyes snapped open and a look of horror spread across his face.

"Ginny—what the hell—" Draco stammered as I removed my hand and stepped away from him. "FUCK!" Draco hollered, catapulting from his seat.

Ginny 2, Draco 0!

"Well, someone obviously doesn't hate their arch-nemesis as much as they say they do." I said with a grin, crossing my arms. He didn't reply, just gaped, yelped, and then ran from the room, barging past a confused Harry. Seconds later, I heard the shower running.

"What was that about?" Harry asked as he walked back in, finally properly dressed.

"Nothing Harry." I said with an all-knowing grin.

So much for innocent Ginny, huh?

I looked up at the black door with the silver number 17 stamped on its surface. Smiling slightly at what happened only five hours ago, I pressed the doorbell impatiently.

A yawning Blaise opened the door. "Morning Ginny."

"Afternoon Blaise." I said with grin, stepping past him into the messy living room. I'm guessing Draco had always been the tidy one of the two, since the living room was never this messy when Draco was living here.

"Huh?" Blaise muttered, looking at his watch. I blinked when it yelled in red, blaring letters 'It's half past midday you idiot!'. "Oh."

I giggled. "You look a right state, you know." I said, taking in his tousled hair and unusually bright blue eyes. His black shirt was half buttoned and the sleeves were rolled up, his jeans well-worn.

Okay, now we're talking ruggedly gorgeous.

Damn, he should look like that every day. I'm also salivating! Crap!

Oh for Goddess sake Ginny, you can play with Draco but you can't handle a scruffy, gorgeous, sexy, ruggedly handsome Apollo? Honestly!

"Oh, yeah," he said, sheepishly looking at his clothes, "I've been busy looking over those notes Draco sent with you yesterday, adding a few chords and such."

I smiled. Blaise must be such an awesome manager to have; he uses his own talents in music to help improve his client's songs. Plus, from what I hear, he's a great drummer too.

"Speaking of…" I said, suddenly remembering. I reached into my heavy bag and pulled out a few sheets. "Draco finished the lyrics and notes last night." I said, handing them to him.

"Oh, thanks Gin." Blaise said, taking them and looking over them. He sighed and put them on the coffee table. "Give me two seconds to change and we can go."

What? No more ruggedness? NO!

"Wait!" I blurted out, as Blaise turned to walk to his bedroom. He froze and turned back, confusion in his eyes. "You look good like that. So forget your own desire to look immaculate and lets go!" I said teasingly.

Now, I know what you're thinking, a month ago there would've been no way I would say something like that, but over the last two weeks I've spent at least a few hours every day with Blaise, since he's all on his own now. We've gotten used to each other.

Ha, me and Blaise, used to each other!

Now if he would just snog me senseless, I'd be happy!

"Immaculate? I resent that." Blaise pouted.

I rolled my eyes. "You got everything you need?"

"Yeah," he sighed resignedly.

"Brill!" I chirped, grabbing both of his hands and dragging him closer to me. I saw the surprise on his face as I grinned up at him, winked playfully and disapparated.

We appeared behind a clump of trees. After a couple of seconds, I started dragging him past the trees and out into the open air, smiling at the sight of people at the top of one of the grassy, rolling hills.

It had been Harry's idea to get everyone together for a picnic, since it was Saturday, no one had work and the weather was gorgeous. Hence why I woke up at seven a.m., just so that I could help Callie make lunch.

Yeah, it took that long.

"GINNY! BLAISE!"

And there was Callie, hyperactive as always and jumping up and down as soon as she had spotted us.

I grinned up at Blaise. He looked a little uneasy at the numerous amounts of ex-Gryffindors all sitting on loads of blankets.

"Hey," I smiled, "It's alright. Draco's up there, and he seems all right so far. No one is going to bite."

"What do you take me for Gin?" Blaise smirked, confidence back in place.

Oh, he's an ex-Slytherin alright.

As we walked up the hill, I could see who was there already. Harry, Draco, Callie, Colin, Leo, Hannah, George and his girlfriend Alicia Spinnet, Fred (who remains the only Weasley besides me who is still single), Skye (Charlie's wife), Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood.

Okay, that's what, fourteen people? And we're still expecting more.

"Heya!" I greeted.

"Hey Ginny!" Everyone yelled.

"You guys all remember Blaise Zabini, right?"

There was a chorus of greetings and introductions, as Draco determinedly looked the other way, refusing to look at either Blaise or me. I also noticed he was sitting next to Skye, as far away as possible from Harry.

Typical.

"Gin!" Callie squealed, dragging me over to the blanket where her, Colin, Hannah, Leo and Fred were all sitting and laughing at something Fred had said. "Christ Ginny, I miss having you around the house."

"Oh thanks." Colin said sarcastically.

"Oh, sweetie, I love you as well." Callie smiled sweetly, patting him on the head.

Colin rolled his eyes.

"Well, if it isn't my sneaky, pixie-like little sister," Fred grinned as Callie plopped down beside Colin. "I see you managed to get rid of the eye pigment."

I sighed. Only a week ago, my darling brothers, you know which ones, turned my eyes a cherry colour. All of it. So I looked rather freaky with weird coloured eyes with no pupil or whites.

"And I see you managed to get rid of the pink hair dye," I retorted. "It's a shame, I thought it was permanent."

"You're talking to a professional prankster, pixie."

"You're talking to the professional prankster's little sister, pinky."

Hannah and Callie giggled at us.

I grinned, before looking over to Blaise, who was talking to Seamus and Neville, and to Draco, who was having a cheerful conversation with Skye.

Oh, idea alert!

I'm having a few of those today.

"Be right back." I walked over to Blaise, grabbing his arm and dragging him away from an amused looking Irishman and a confused Herbologist.

"Ginny, what—" Blaise started.

"Skye, I do believe Fred wanted to talk to you about muggle hair dye products." I told her with a smile. She got the hint, nodded, said a quick goodbye to Draco and walked over to Callie's blanket.

"Hey, what are you—"

I forced Blaise to sit next to Draco.

They looked at each other.

And blinked.

Honestly, men!

"I want you two to sort yourselves out." I told them in my strictest voice. "I'll be over by the others. I don't want you to argue, or do anything that will ruin this day. Do you understand me?"

They nodded, stunned.

"Great!" I chirped, "See you later!"

I turned around and walked off. Smiling happily to myself, I spotted Hermione running up the hill, obviously out of breath. Fred got up, yelling,

"There's my favourite accountant!"

Hermione let out a shriek as Fred caught her around the middle and swung her around.

They're an odd pair, Hermione and Fred. They've been friends ever since my fifth year, when Fred and George were setting up their shop. They asked Hermione for help with the book keeping, and Fred and Hermione sat down at least once a week to go over the books.

Since then, Hermione became a cryptologist for Gringotts, but she still sat down with Fred once a week to do the books.

Well, each to their own, I say.

"Ginny! Come have some cake!" Seamus' Irish drawl called from behind me.

I smiled, and got ready to mingle with some old friends and family.

"I'm telling you honey, I didn't do anything to those biscuits!" George's pleading ran through the warm atmosphere. It was dusk already, and someone had broken out several crates of alcohol, so half of us were drunk. Katie Bell had arrived shortly after Hermione, who told us Ron couldn't make it.

I don't know what happened between Draco and Blaise, but I know both of them are definitely tipsy and seem to be having a loud, joyful conversation with Skye, Seamus and Luna.

Well, it's been a great day, I can tell you that.

"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!

NO TIME FOR LOSERS

COS WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS

OF THE WORLD!"

Not surprisingly, that came from Blaise and Draco's group.

Alright, they are so completely trashed.

"Ginniiiieeeee," Callie said with wide, bright blue eyes. Oh joy, another drunk as a skunk. "When're you gonna a'mit that you slept with Draaaaaco?" she asked in a dramatic whisper.

Oh for Goddess sake—!

She's still on about that?

Jeez!

"Oi, GINNY!" Blaise yelled.

Oh thank merciful heavens! Saved!

"WHAT?"

"SING FOR US!"

I blinked.

Huh?

"You sing?" Katie chirped from beside me.

I nodded blankly.

Sing? Sing? Now?

"Yeah, Ginny, sing!" Fred and George crowed.

"But—"

"Look, I even brought a guitar!" Draco interrupted, holding a miniature guitar in his hand. "You just need to enlarge it!" Draco pulled out his wand, "App—no, that's not it…apli—umm…" he looked at Blaise, "What was it again?"

Jesus.

"Amplafici!"

Nothing happened.

"Blaise," Draco whined, "It didn't work!"

"I can see that!"

Oh Christ, this is turning into Dumb and Dumber!

"Jesus, guys, how much have you had drink?" Harry laughed, taking out his wand and muttering, "Amplifico!"

The electric blue and silver guitar shimmered and returned back to its normal size, complete with a magical amp.

"I was close!" Blaise mumbled.

I sighed. There's no way of this, is there?

I took the guitar from Draco, turned on the amp, sat on it and hefted the guitar onto my lap.

All eyes were on me.

"What do you want me to sing?"

"The Hogwarts Song!" Seamus yelled.

"Oh, sod off!" Dean elbowed the drunk Irishman.

"The Cheeky Girls!" Skye yelled, followed by uproarious laughter from everyone.

"It's a beautiful day, don't let it get awaaaaaaaay!" sang Fred, completely off-key.

"Shut up!" Everyone shouted.

"Alright, alright!" I yelled over everyone, laughing all the while. "I got one! You all ready?"

"YEAH!"

I steadied my hands over the stings, letting my fingers work their magic. A melodic tune floated into the rapidly darkening night. Everyone went silent, and so I sang.

"Imagine there's no heaven…it's easy if you try…"

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Chiya