Call Me When You're Sober

Evanescence

Ginny is sick of Blaise calling her for booty calls. Especially since he never seems to be sober.

Don't cry to me

Ginny ground her teeth together and hung up her cell phone. Hermione looked at her partner as she pulled off her surgical mask.

"Something wrong?"

Ginny forced a smile on her face. "Nothing big."

"Not this surgery, I hope," Hermione said.

"No, I felt it went well."

If you loved me,

It had too. Ginny and Hermione weren't the youngest surgeons at St. Mungo's for nothing. The surgery, a routine appendectomy had been child's play and had gone off without a hitch.

No, the message on her phone when she came out of the sterile environment had more than shattered her good feelings.

You would be here with me.

"Ginny? What is it?"

"Nothing, Hermione."

"Bullshit."

"Hermione!"

"Oh, don't give me that," Hermione said, stripping off her surgical gown and throwing it in the trash. "Something's been bothering you."

You want me,

Ginny sighed. "You're right."

"Come on. Out with it. You're one of the top surgeons in the UK. I think you can talk to me about whatever is bothering you."

Ginny sighed and pulled on her doctor's coat, dropping the cell into the pocket as she did so. Hermione narrowed her eyes and pulled out her own wand. "Accio!"

Ginny cried out as Hermione snatched the phone from the air.

Come find me.

Hermione ignored Ginny's protests and hit the send button. Ginny's voice mailbox came up and Hermione glanced at Ginny.

Ginny sighed and provided the password.

Make up your mind.

"Ginny?" Blaise sounded much more drunk on speakerphone than he had when Ginny had listened to the message herself.

"Ginny? Are…are you there? I wanna have sex. In-ter-course. Can we? When you gettin' off? Ginny? Giiiiiiiiinny."

Hermione looked at Ginny. Ginny felt her face was hot enough to fry an egg on. To make it worse, Hermione began to giggle.

Should I let you fall?

"It's not funny," Ginny protested weakly.

"I know it's not," Hermione managed around her amusement. "And I'm sorry but…okay, it's a little funny to me."

Lose it all?

Ginny sighed. Hermione was the only person in her sphere of home and work that knew about her and Blaise and even Hermione didn't know it all.

"So…Blaise expects sex when you get home?"

Ginny sighed, grabbing a pair of plastic gloves and shoving them in her coat pocket. "You don't know the half of it."

"So tell me."

So maybe you can remember yourself.

"Okay, so you remember that party over Christmas, right? The one where Draco Malfoy got smashed and started hitting on all the shareholders?"

Hermione giggled. Malfoy was the CEO of St. Mungo's now and while he still had his moments of 'let's play asshole!' he knew what he was doing. The funny part of the story stemmed from the fact that over half of the shareholders for St. Mungo's were men.

"I think I remember that. That was only five months ago, Ginny."

Can't keep believing,

"Well, you know that I ran into Blaise there. I was a little tipsy and he was trashed. One thing led to another and…we did it."

"Okay. With you so far."

"I was actually okay with it. Only…it wasn't just the once."

"How many times are we talking about here?"

"Seventeen."

We're only deceiving ourselves .

Hermione whistled.

"I know! I know! And I would totally call it off only…the sex is really amazing."

"How amazing?"

"If someone ever made a baklava cheesecake, they would call it Sex with Blaise."

"Damn."

"Yeah," Ginny agreed glumly.

And I'm sick of the lie,

"Okay, wait. Why are you so upset? So all you have going is sex between the two of you. Who the fuck cares? Just keep having sex until you find someone better. Or at least, pretty close. Then break it off."

"That's all fine, Hermione, but the thing that really gets to me is…He only calls me when he's drunk."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Oh."

And you're too late.

Hermione looked at her surgery partner. Ginny was looking depressed.

Hermione tried to put herself in Ginny's shoes. Ginny hadn't liked a lot of guys since Harry died in the war. She had thrown herself into her work which landed her here, as the youngest attending every to grace any magical hospital.

It did help that Ginny was fantastic at what she did.

Don't cry to me.

But Hermione had noticed a distraction in Ginny tonight. Oh, she had performed perfectly but she had seemed distant.

If you loved me,
You would be here with me.

If Ginny wanted a sober booty call bad enough to let it effect her performance, then Hermione owed it to herself and to Ginny to get her that booty call.

You want me,
Come find me.

Of course Hermione knew it was much more than that but that was Blaise's problem.

Make up your mind.

"Ginny, I think I might have a plan."

Couldn't take the blame.

Blaise heaved an exaggerated sigh as Ginny opened the front door and stepped into his apartment.

"Fiiiiinally!" he slurred.

Ginny closed the door behind it and stood there. He pushed himself up on the couch where he lay. It faced the door and he could see her perfectly in the hall light. She was beautiful as usual and he itched to bury his hands in those crimson curls and hear her cry out his name.

Sick with shame.

"Well?" he drawled. "Com'on."

She took a deep breath then said…

"No."

Must be exhausting to lose your own game.

Blaise swung his feet over to the ground, looking at her curiously. "No?"

"No."

"I see. And what the fuck does that mean?"

She took another deep breath. Much as this was annoying Blaise, he couldn't help but notice the effect those breaths had on her rather lovely cleavage.

"It means, I'm not having sex with you."

Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.

"The fuck, you say? Look, get over here and get naked. We're having sex."

"No. Well, to part of that anyway."

You can't play the victim this time,

Blaise looked at her.

"Don't give me that look. You've had this coming for a while now. So shut up and listen."

She paused then grinned at him and he did not like that grin. "And to make sure you're paying attention…"

She pulled off her jacket, slowly and sensuously.

Ginny suddenly had Blaise's undivided attention.

And you're too late.

"Now, Blaise. I'm sick of these booty calls."

"That's not what you said last night," he leered.

"Shut up or I'll put the jacket back on."

Blaise shut up.

Don't cry to me.

"Now, I'm not saying I'm sick of having sex with you. You're…well, you're great."

Blaise wisely said nothing.

If you loved me,

"I'm sick of you calling me when you're fucking trashed."

"Ginny…"

"Still talking. It's taken me a while to get to this and I'm not going to be side tracked."

You would be here with me.

"I don't mind having sex with you. As I said, you are fantastic and I like to think you like having sex with me too. But the thing is, I'm not going to be your booty call bitch. And I'm not going to keep coming here if you're drunk every time you want to have sex with me."

You want me,
Come find me.

"Do you honestly not know how that makes a girl feel? We feel like shit, Blaise. I mean you have to be utterly drunk to even consider having sex with me? That's not a compliment, Blaise!"

Make up your mind.

"So here's the deal. You are only allowed to call me when you're sober. Do you understand?"

You never call me when you're sober.

"I'm not kidding either. If you're not sober next time you call me…What the hell are you laughing at?"

You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.

Blaise was doubled over in laughter. At Ginny's final words, he straightened up and walked over to her. "I'm sorry to laugh at you, Ginny, but there's something I need to tell you as well."

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.

"What's that?" she snapped.

He grinned down at her. "I'm not drunk. I wasn't drunk when I called you. In fact, other than that first time, I've never been drunk when I called you."

So don't cry to me.

Ginny stared at him. "What?"

"I was afraid you would think that I was cuter when I was drunk. I wanted you bad and the only thing I knew was that when I was drunk you couldn't resist me. So I started pretending. And it worked. I am sorry I've given you the wrong impression."

If you loved me,
You would be here with me.

Ginny just stared at him. "Oh."

He chuckled. "Now then, with that little confession out of the way, how about you show me just how good you are at removing the rest of those clothes."

Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.

"Oh, and I think it's about time in our relationship that I told you I would be delighted if you would move in with me."

Ginny laughed. Still laughing, she threw her arms around his neck and let him carry her back into the bedroom.

I've made up your mind.

(A/N: I'm working on making a recipe for baklava cheesecake. Doesn't it sound good? I have to say it felt great to write another one of these. It's been too long. Hope you guys liked it. It kinda changed tracks on me while I was writing it but I'm still happy with how it turned out.