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Goddess of Fire

Chapter Eleven: Repercussions

I opened my eyes blearily. Only one word came across my throbbing mind (can minds throb? Nope, sorry, that's just my skull)…OW. OW. OW. OW. It feels like someone is trying to saw through my skull, while sitting on my chest and giving me black eyes over and over again. The result? A very unpleasant feeling.

Just what the hell happened after Draco put my fifth beer in my hand?

I don't even like beer. Gimme an alcopop anytime. Much nicer.

And for Goddess sakes, OW! Someone give me a hangover potion, NOW!

I blinked. In the midst of my pain and inward cursing, I had failed to take in my surroundings. I'm on a sofa, I know that for certain. It's made out of leather, so that rules out my place.

Argh, I can barely see. This is so annoying! Okay, let's just take a moment to think. Or not. Apparently thinking hurts. Honestly, haven't the fairies stopped playing Quidditch in my head yet? I think they're using my brain cells as the bludgers!

Alright, focus! On a sofa, its leather, looks dark…black? Yeah, black. Black leather. Okay, so that rules out Harry's place. His sofa is white. How he keeps it clean is beyond me…owie! Okay, fairies, I know you have issues with my brain cells, but at least keep the blood shed to a minimum! I need those brain cells, you know!

Anyway. As I was saying…I rubbed my eyes. Bloody eyes. Can't even see anything. Oh, no, wait! Oh, hello, I can see colour! …Blue? Who do I know has dark blue walls?

Oh…

No way.

Nuh uh.

I did not just wake up in Blaise's living room.

I groaned, rolled over and buried my head in a cushion.

Pah. The world hates me.

Okay. At least I know where I am. Question is…how in the name of Merlin's socks did I get here?

First thing first. Hangover potion.

I rolled off the sofa and managed to get up without tripping over immediately… yes, I know, amazing… of course, as soon as I was on two feet, the world span rapidly and testily in a concoction of colours and blurs.

I am never drinking again.

…Oh, who am I kidding by saying that?

I stumbled forwards, crashed into the coffee table, winced at the noisier than usual sound and staggered hastily towards the bathroom. After colliding into several other objects and hoping to hell I didn't wake anyone up –what's the time, anyway?—I found myself staring at my slightly blurred and appalling appearance in the medicine cabinet mirror.

Goddess. Kill. Me.

"Ouch," The mirror suddenly said, and I have the feeling if it wasn't an inanimate object, it would've flinched, "Here, sweetheart." It opened to reveal a cabinet full of potions of all colours. The mirror helped me out, again, "The one you want is bright blue and on the second shelf, to the left darling."

I followed its instructions and found small bottles of the bright blue potion, wasting no time in grabbing one, pulling out the cork and downing it. Instantly my vision cleared and the pounding in my head ceased to exist.

Oh sweet merciful Goddess, thank you!

The cabinet swung shut, and I took a look at myself. Oh CRAP! It's not just appalling, it's cataclysmic! My hair was sticking up all over the place, with traces of sticky beer and what looked like a splatter of green dye on the side. My eyes were rimmed with black ink, and someone had drawn a smiley face on my cheek! Worst of all, I think it was me who drew it! My t-shirt was stained, ripped in a few places and my jeans were covered in grass and beer stains…yeah, that's the last time I get drunk with Draco and Blaise.

I undressed hurriedly and jumped into the shower.

Goddess, I think I was so drunk I was bordering paralytic. As I viciously rubbed shampoo into my hair, I tried to recall the events of last night. I remember singing…I must've sang countless songs, since everyone seemed to be loving it. Then Draco handed me a beer, sometime around seven I think, and told me, very seriously, to hurry up and get pissed.

So I had some beer. I can't remember how many bottles. I stopped counting after my fifth one.

Flashes of images scattered through my mind. So useful…urgh, what can I remember? George and Alicia making out… Dean passed out… Seamus prancing around in his boxers… a remnant of a strip poker game between Seamus, Luna, Fred, Callie, Colin, Katie and Dean, if I remember right… they all ended up half naked for the rest of the night, except Luna who kept winning, and Fred, who Hermione immediately made sure he got dressed right after the game ended… what else?

Jeez, turned out to be some wild party after a while.

Okay, um, Neville went home early, something about his muggle wife expecting him home. Harry…wait…oh Goddess, Harry…

"Ginny, did I ever tell you that you have pretty hair?"

I blinked owlishly at Harry, who was sprawled across a blanket, his emerald eyes slightly unfocused from the alcohol pumping through his veins.

"Nooo…" I replied, smiling. He grinned back, reaching an arm up and burying his hand in my hair. He tugged me closer.

"You have pretty hair." He grinned, before tugging me even closer. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine, and we were kissing feverishly…

HOLY MOTHER OF…SOMETHING!

I KISSED HARRY!

I didn't just kiss Harry, I sodding well had a full blown make out session with him, right there, in front of two of my brothers and…Blaise!

I made an incomprehensible noise and banged my head against the shower wall. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: The world hates me.

Goddess, is there anything else I should be remembering right now? Like, I dunno… Blaise and Draco kissing…?

Blaise…and…Draco…kissing…

WHAT!

OH. MY. GODDESS!

NOOOOO!

Eyes wide in horror, I leaned against the wall and slid down the floor, the image burning into my mind.

"So, the reason you moved in with Harry is cos you're in love with Blaise?" Skye asked, eyes wide with fascination. Draco nodded, and Blaise reddened slightly. "Wow. Um, this might be asking a lot, but can you guys…kiss?"

"What?" I said in disbelief.

"Oh come on, you saying you've never wanted to see two guys kiss?" Skye said impatiently, staring at Draco and Blaise intently.

"Um, well, I don't mind, obviously, but it's up to Blaise, really." Draco stammered, glancing at a dumbstruck Italian.

"Uh…" he blinked, dark blue eyes reflecting the crescent moon. He ran a hand through his hair, rumpling his already messy tresses. "Okay, I suppose. I've always been open-minded."

Skye squealed in delight as Draco grinned. I sighed. Draco leaned towards Blaise tentatively, but Blaise just rolled his eyes, grabbed a handful of Draco's shirt, pulled him roughly towards him and kissed him.

And I'm talking full out, tongues involved, kiss.

"Wow!" Skye said in awe, "That has got to be the hottest thing I have ever seen."

Sadly enough, looking back, I have to agree with Skye.

Damn.

Last night was screwed up.

I finally finished off in the shower, getting out and wrapping a towel around me. After drying off and slipping on my undergarments, I looked at my dirty clothes in annoyance.

I sighed, cursing myself for leaving my wand in the living room. I looked around, and spotted Blaise's silk red shirt hanging on the door knob. Thank Merlin! I slipped it on. Luckily it was big enough to go half way down my thighs.

I walked out into the corridor just as Blaise stumbled out of his bedroom.

In just his boxers.

Oh sweet holy Circe's fairies.

"Ginny?" he said unsteadily. He rubbed his eyes. Oh good, he can't see well either. Cos, you know, I'm just gawking at him in his half naked glory.

He truly is the Apollo of Mankind. That's all I have to say.

"Um, morning Blaise!" I squeaked, yes, I know, pathetic! "Lemme just get you a hangover potion." I managed to say, before rushing back into the bathroom, breathing heavily.

Now is not a good time to be aroused.

The image of Blaise and Draco locked at the lips swam in my mind again.

NOT HELPING!

I shakily got another bright blue bottle and hesitantly, and against my better judgement, stepped out of the bathroom. One only hopes that my knickers aren't going to soak through and start dripping, or something as awful as that. Because it sure is getting wet down there…

"Here," I mumbled, my cheeks flaring red. Damned red hair. I handed him the potion, and he downed it quickly, giving a sigh of contentment.

"Thanks," he said gratefully, his intense dark blue eyes turning to me. His eyebrows shot up. "Wow, I never knew that shirt could look really good on a girl, let alone one with the same colour hair as the shirt."

My cheeks went even redder.

"Sorry, I had to take a shower, I woke up a total mess. My clothes are…rather unusable at the moment." I explained.

Blaise shrugged, smirking at me, "Trust me, I don't mind. You look…" something unrecognisable flickered across his face, "Um, excuse me, Gin." He muttered, walking past me to the bathroom, "I need a shower. Preferably cold."

I gaped as the door shut behind him.

Oh.

Oh.

Well.

Who am I to complain about that?


"So, how exactly did I end up here again?" I asked, sitting cross-legged on one end of the sofa, since Blaise had collapsed, fully dressed (which is rather disappointing), and eyes closed on the other end.

"We—" he opened his eyes, stopped, stared then made a sort of distressed noise as he looked away again. "You're still wearing my shirt?"

I grinned.

I'm liking this…a lot.

And in my defence, I am wearing my newly repaired and cleaned jeans. I just decided to hang onto the shirt—it's so damned comfortable! And it smells like Blaise…hmm…

"I like it." I said, smirking.

He made another distressed noise.

"You're gonna be the death of me…" he moaned.

"And why's that?" I asked in my best innocent voice. It's the same voice that got me out of trouble back in the Burrow when I was younger. Of course, anything that went wrong was usually blamed on the twins anyway, so it doesn't really matter.

Blaise threw a dark look at me, seeing right through that innocent voice. Which, is pretty much a wow factor, since the only people to have never fallen for it was Fred and George, and that's because they invented the innocent-that-is-very-guilty voice.

"Never mind…from what I can remember, Potter hailed us a cab and helped us here, being the most sober of us all, only Draco passed out on the cab and none of could be assed to carry him up three flights of stairs, so he went back to Potter's place. We figured it'd be easier just to have you crash here in the way of people waking up with hangovers."

I nodded. Then grinned mischievously.

"So, d'you remember most of it?"

"Yeah…"

"D'you remember making out with Draco?" I asked with a barely concealed grin.

"Urgh," he groaned, "Shut up, you're not one to talk, you snogged Potter."

"He's the opposite sex and he's not in love with me!" I giggled, "Besides, I don't know what you're complaining about. You gave Skye and me quite an eyeful. She said, and I quote 'That has got to be the hottest thing I have ever seen.' Looking back, I have got to agree."

He mumbled something with the words 'evil wench' involved.

I smirked, leaning forward and propping my elbows on my knees and resting my chin on my hand.

"Of course," I said, "Now I have something very good to remember when I need to get off."

Oh, the filthy words that escaped my mouth sometimes.

Honestly.

"You'd get off to the thought of two guys making out?" Blaise finally looked me, his dark blue eyes showing hints of amusement and something else.

"Sure. Two hot guys making out. What self-respecting girl wouldn't be aroused by that? Its like guys get aroused by two gorgeous girls making out. Same principle."

"Oh, really?" he cocked an eyebrow. He was moving slightly, twisting his body around so that he was facing me. And getting steadily closer all the while.

"Yeah." I said, meeting his eyes steadily. The previously ignored arousal from half an ago made its presence known to me again, rather sharply.

I must've blinked. Or spaced out for a second while all sorts ran through my head. Or something. Either way, I was suddenly lying flat on my back with Blaise hovering over me, a decisive smirk playing on his handsome features. It took me another second to comprehend that his legs were on either side of my waist, and his hands that were holding him up were on both sides of my head.

I inhaled sharply.

Oh. Goddess.

How did that happen? He didn't play Quidditch back in Hogwarts, I would know, I was a Chaser and I've never played against him. So where the hell did he get that speed from?

"So, Ginny. Would you prefer two hot guys making out or a hot guy all to yourself?" he smirked, that unknown emotion flashing through his eyes again. Only it wasn't so unknown now. Lust.

"Well, aren't you arrogant," I smirked back, finally regaining my senses, "Calling yourself hot. Spoken like a true ex-Slytherin."

"Who said I was talking about myself?"

"Ha, ha," I said sarcastically, "Lets be realistic Blaise."

"So, what, you're calling me hot now?" he retorted, his eyes venturing from my face to my chest.

"Prat, I've been calling you gorgeous since that day at the offices. Just not to your face." I rolled my eyes. The feeling of sheer confidence and euphoria was burning through my veins like adrenaline and I welcomed it. Okay, so I'm saying things I wouldn't usually say, like… "So would stop staring at my breasts and kiss me already?"

Blaise chortled, and leaned down, pressing a butterfly kiss to my exposed collarbone. And another on my neck…he was leaving a trail across my face, never once gracing my lips. And trust me, it felt damned good. But it wasn't enough. I groaned in frustration.

"You have no patience." He whispered against my skin.

"I'm a Weasley, what d'you expect?" I started, as his lips left my skin and he hovered over my lips. "Damnit Blaise!" I groaned, and he smirked.

And he kissed me.

It was soft at first, his lips moving against mine gently. They were warm and soft and felt so damned good, I almost moaned when he gently pried my lips open and slipping his tongue into my mouth. But lust won, and the kiss became more aggressive and fiery. His lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue danced furiously with mine, his hands began roaming my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged downwards so that his body was flush with mine. I could feel his hardness digging into my thigh, and I groaned into his mouth. Goddess, I was going to go insane, no one ever made me feel like this with just one kiss.

There was a loud crack and suddenly a very familiar voice erupted from the kitchen.

"BLAISE! WEASLETTE! GET YOUR SORRY, HUNG OVER ASSES OUT OF—"

Blaise jerked backwards, breathing heavily, eyes clouded with fear.

Oh, Goddess, no, please don't tell me he's here, he'll be heart broken, oh no, no, no, no…

We both looked towards the kitchen doorway. There, leaning against the frame, shock and betrayal all over his face…

"Draco." Blaise said tentatively. "Draco, wait­—"

He shook his head, turning around.

"DRACO!"

Crack!

He was gone.

Bugger.


They've kissed! There's chemistry! There's...crap, I need to change the rating now, don't I? Okay, I'll do that now then...anyway! Poor Draco! Thanks to all my reviewers...

...and please know that I will be faster in updating with the more reviews I get...

Ciao!

Chiya