Chapter 20: Pornstar for a Relationship Advice

Blaise laughed.

"Of course, of course!" he said. "I'll look over it personally. Thank you. Bye."

"Now that will be something," grinned Ginny, leaning against his desk in his office.

"Definitely," Blaise laughed. "Some auction it will be...and they agree to give us ten-percent profit."

"Hmm," said Ginny, approving.

"They're coming in next week. They want strict confidentiality at the shoot, so it's just going to be me and the camera people...oh, and you."

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Why me?"

Blaise shrugged. "They said they don't mind, since they already know you."

"Oh," said Ginny.

"Gotta get to that meeting now. See you later, " he winked. She grinned as she exited the office. To her surprise, Francis Goyle and Cecilia Tao were outside.

"Hi!" said Ginny. "Sorry I couldn't make it yesterday-"

"-so it's true?" grinned Francis. "What did you do just now, give him head under his desk?"

"Uh, no," said Ginny, looking a bit uncomfortable.

"I'm just teasing you, hun, I know you aren't like that," Francis laughed. "Though, I must admit, it's a good experience..."

Ginny's lips twitched. A part of her wanted to ask Francis if she had been involved with him, but a part of her told her to shut up. She wouldn't be surprised, anyway...

"Best of luck for you two," said Cecilia kindly, which Ginny didn't really expect. Cecilia wasn't exactly a nice girl. "To be completely honest...I didn't expect all of this."

"What do you mean?" asked Ginny.

"You're different from all the other secretaries he had," she smiled. "You're different. I respect you for that...that you aren't screwing him to keep this position, in a sincere relationship...though what Kayla told me did kind of put me off. But we all got a kick out of that."

"Huh?" said Ginny stupidly. Francis groaned.

"That he was eating you out at lunch yesterday...but hey, at least you aren't being the one between the knees, you kno-"

"-shut up, Cecilia, let's go," groaned Francis, dragging Cecilia away.

"So when is she getting fired?" snickered Kevin.

Blaise stared at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, your secretary. Shag, hire, fire, another shag, hire, fire...though in her case, it's more like hire, shag, fire..."

Blaise glared at him, and Kevin stopped abruptly.

"Don't talk about her that way," he growled.

Kevin looked shocked. "You're...like serious about her?"

Blaise didn't really feel like talking about his personal life with this man, but nodded nevertheless.

"You can't tie yourself down, Blaise," said Kevin thoughtfully. "I mean, look at all these girls..."

"You know what?" interrupted Blaise, clearly irritated. 'Maybe working here blew up your ego. Tying myself down? Is that why you got divorced, Kevin?"

Kevin stared reproachfully at Blaise, but Blaise continued, as annoyed as he was. "Just because these girls get naked in front of you for the camera, it doesn't mean they would in real life. They orgasm for the camera, not for you."

Kevin bit his lips. Blaise had touched a nerve. There was a silence. Blaise looked down at his food and chuckled bitterly.

"I'm sorry, Kevin," he said quietly.

"Don't mention it," replied Kevin. "Getting touchy, are we...it's all right, I understand."

"I am a jerk," said Blaise, stabbing his salad with his fork.

"Yes, you are," Kevin admitted. "But all guys are jerks when it comes to their girls. Good to know you're settling down with her, then."

Settling? thought Blaise. Now that he thought about it, he had never settled with one girl before, not even at school. He had laughed at his friends who committed themselves to a single girlfriend...but he felt safe thinking about settling down with Ginny. Did she feel the same way?

Ginny dragged herself home; it had been a tiring day. She saw that Ron wasn't home yet. Hermione was sitting on the couch, deep in thought.

"What's up?" said Ginny, smiling.

"I really think we need a baby," said Hermione seriously.

Ginny stared at her. "Look, Hermione, you really can't want a baby just as an excuse to, quote, tie my brother down..."

"No, Ginny," grinned Hermione. "I just realized how much I want a baby."

"You want a baby?" asked Ginny.

"Just think about it, Ginny, half of me, half of him...a little wizard...watching him grow and go to Hogwarts..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" laughed Ginny, "I think you're getting a bit ahead of yourself there."

Hermione beamed. "You'll make the greatest aunt for him."

"Why are you so convinced the baby's gonna be a boy?" frowned Ginny. "You are not even pregnant yet! And...I want a niece."

Hermione laughed. "Anyway, I want a baby. It's decided."

"Don't you need Ron's help with that?" asked Ginny, snickering.

"Oh, he's wanted a baby ever since we got married," laughed Hermione. Ginny stared at her in surprise.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," replied Hermione. "I said we should wait until we are more stable...don't look at me like that, he got sex...contraceptive charm, you know?"

"That's great!" beamed Ginny, "Just...work on it."

Hermione laughed.

"Why are you coming to me for relationship advice?" laughed Francis, smoking her green cigar.

"Where do you want me to go? I want to talk to a female, and my mom's been...er, widowed seven times."

"But Blaise, you don't come to a pornstar for relationship advice," snickered Francis. "Well, it's Ginny, isn't it?"

Blaise nodded.

"I feel like I'm really...settling with her, you know?" said Blaise, a bit uncertain.

"She's not the thirteen colonies of America, Blaise," droned Francis. "So you're serious about her?"

Blaise nodded again.

"Well," Francis began, sucking in the green smoke. "I dated this guy once, his name was Orion...wait, no, that was before that...Caleb? Never mind, he turned out to be gay...Paul...No...Benji! Yeah, his name was Benji. Anyways, he felt very serious about me."

"Were you serious about him?" Blaise asked.

"Well...I was going to marry him...until I found Henri," snickered Francis. "No, I meant Jacques, Henri came after him...anyway, when Benji was sure he was going to settle with me, he took me to meet his parents."

Blaise was aghast.

"You want me to take Ginny to see my parents?"

"Why not?" laughed Francis. "I think Gary and Victor took me to see their parents, too."

"I hardly speak to my stepfather," he replied. "And my mother...there's a reason why people call her the Black Widow."

Francis cackled, dousing her cigarette in a mushy beige liquid in a cup. "Once I dated a guy, and his name was...his name escapes me, but he took me to the wrong parents."

Blaise frowned. "Wrong parents?"

Francis nodded. "Guess he was ashamed of his own...Muggle father and a Squib of a mother. He paid these other people to act as his parents."

"What happened?" asked Blaise, though he knew he couldn't do the same. Both of his current parents were too widely-known.

"They were horrible actors, I could tell right away," droned Francis. "Ah...his name was Trevor, I think. It's either Trevor or Waldo."