Nothing belongs to me.
XXXVI: Obvious
Blaise Zabini was almost certainly screwed – and not in the good way.
It had taken him one's night's sleep, several shots of firewhiskey, and almost all of his Slytherin cunning to devise a plan to ensure Saturday night's success.
He would offer Draco a drink about half an hour before the start of the date. In the said drink, Blaise would slip some Calming Draught. He would then Apparate to the restaurant where he would wait for the Lovegood girl to arrive. After explaining his appearance, he'd lead her to the table, cast Restraining Charms on Draco's seat, and go back and fetch him.
It was a brilliant plan, and Phase One had gone exactly as Blaise hoped.
He was at the restaurant waiting when he met the most unlikely person.
"Zabini?"
"Weasley?" he said, stunned. She looked gorgeous in a champagne colored dress and matching heels. Her ruby red locks were curled, draped around her shoulders.
"Are you here meeting Luna?"
"Oh no, it's my friend of mine, he's back at the flat…I've just come to – wait. How'd you know about the date?"
She looked pained. "That's why I'm here, you see. Luna came down with a bad Nargle infestation an hour ago. And – and she convinced me to take her place at the date."
Seeing the look on his face, she added quickly. "I told Luna it was a stupid idea and I'd hate to ruin – "
"Oh no!" started Blaise. "No, it's – it's great! I'm glad you came. They didn't know who they were supposed to meet anyway…it can be a blind date."
Blaise's mind spun wildly as he showed the Weasley girl to the table.
He conjured a blindfold and charmed it to remain over her eyes until the end of the date. Blaise also cast the Tongue Tying Jinx, in case she tried to reveal her name.
"Gosh, Zabini!" she laughed, a little nervously. "You make it seem like you don't want me to know who I'm seeing tonight…Well, as long as it isn't Malfoy."
Blaise chortled uneasily and turned to Disapparate. It was obvious that he needed a drink.