Chapter 17: A Change of Events

Ginny refused to even look at Draco during their charms class on Tuesday. He tried to talk to her and pleaded that she let him explain himself, but Ginny showed no reaction. Her actions were done mainly out of pain and sadness rather than anger. Of course she couldn't be angry with Draco, but that didn't mean that it still didn't hurt.

The worst part of the whole situation was when Ginny closed her eyes or started to daydream. She'd see Draco and that blond, kissing on the couch, and she'd hear Dani's voice in her ear, telling Ginny how much of a fool she was.

"Today," Flitwick began, stepping to the front of the classroom, "we're going to do a little one on one exercise."

They had finished their healing unit, which Ginny thought was pathetically simple, so this change was a tiny speck of light in all of the darkness surrounding her.

"I want to see what you've all learned in this class so far," he explained. "Therefore, you will be given the chance to face off with another student in this class, dueling to see which of you can use their skill of nonverbal magic along with their knowledge of spells to beat the other."

The class murmured excitedly; it wasn't very often that they were allowed to fight in a classroom setting.

"This might come in handy in the next couple weeks," he added with a wink, as if to subtly say hint hint. "So who's first?" he asked eagerly.

Everyone shuffled their feet awkwardly; they wanted to start but didn't want to be the first example. Even Hermione, a person who loved to show off her own abilities, hesitated to raise her hand. Harry was about to volunteer when Flitwick volunteered someone.

"Mr. Malfoy," he said, "how about you first?"

Draco rolled his eyes but headed up to the front of the classroom. He didn't dare defy his teacher nor was he in the mood to do it. Draco was still uncontrollably distraught over losing Ginny over something so stupid. It's not like he asked the blond bimbo to kiss him; he was just naturally irresistible like that.

"Would anyone like to volunteer to duel against Mr. Malfoy or do I have to choose someone again?" Flitwick looked around expectantly. After a few moments of silence, one person raised their hand.

"I'll volunteer, Professor," Ginny said evenly, staring straight at Draco, face devoid of emotion.

"Excellent! Excellent!" Flitwick mumbled to himself. "Any spells that are potentially dangerous are forbidden in this exercise, but other than that, I want you to use all your knowledge and skill to beat your opponent."

Draco gave Ginny a pleading look. He didn't want to fight her, but it looked like Ginny was dead set on fighting him. Maybe this will get some of her anger out, Draco thought hopefully. Maybe if they battled it out and she got some good spells in at him, then she'd calm down and listen to him reasonably. It's worth a shot, considering how nothing else has worked so far.

"Let's not do this Ginny," Draco mumbled, trying to force Ginny to see reason. They were meant to be together for Merlin's sake! Why couldn't she just settle down for one second, so he could explain things to her.

"Oh, I'm rather looking forward to this," she quipped. "It should be fun."

Draco noticed she said the word delicately, like what she really meant was "I want to kick your ass, and here's my perfect chance!" He only sighed, knowing that once Ginny set her mind on something, there was no going back. He'd simply have to endure it.

"Now don't hurt each other too much," Lisa was saying. "We need you both good and healthy for The 10 Challenges."

"Don't worry, Lisa," Ginny said coolly. "I won't hurt him that badly."

She smirked, preparing an order of attacks in her mind, envisioning each spell hit Malfoy straight in the chest, throwing him across the classroom and knocking him out.

"You better give it your all," Ginny snapped at Draco with a glare. He only looked at Ginny, sadness taking over, but he knew well enough not to defy her. If he let her win without fighting back as best as he could, then she would never forgive him.

"Please, Gin," he mumbled in one final attempt. "Let's not do this.

She only smirked.

"You may begin!" Flitwick announced. The words had no sooner left his mouth when Ginny attacked, sending an assault of spells in Draco's direction. He barely had time to block the first few, though he couldn't stop all of them, and a particularly nasty jinx knocked him backwards off his feet.

"Enjoy the view from down there?" Ginny asked coldly.

"That's not necessary, Miss Weasley," her professor said rather icily.

Draco was getting up, dusting off his robes and getting pretty ticked off at Ginny.

"Sorry, Professor," Ginny replied lightly. "Only having a bit of fun."

Professor Flitwick knew within the next few minutes that he had made a grave mistake. He watched in horror as both students threw every spell within their knowledge at one another, and he saw the glee in their faces when the other was hit.

Ginny flew backward, having blocked Draco's spell too late. She was letting him get to her, and she knew she was better than this. Jumping up quickly, Ginny cleared her mind and calmed herself down.

Although Draco didn't say anything, she could feel his release of magic, feel it moving directly towards her. She reflected the spell with a flick of her wand, sending it back to its caster only a second later. Much better Ginny thought. The last spell hit Draco hard, and it took him a while to get back up. When he did, he was panting, sweat forming at his temples.

"Give up?" Ginny taunted.

"I think this may be enough," their professor interjected, but it was no use.

"Never," Draco growled in retaliation. He cast spell after spell, but it didn't matter anymore; Ginny had complete control. It was like the magic was all hers, and it refused to attack her. He could barely think an incantation before it was sent right back at him. He couldn't win.

"ENOUGH!"

Draco and Ginny turned to look at their meek professor who looked very livid. He was quite terrifying…if Professor Flitwick could ever be terrifying.

"Now that you're done destroying each other," he said angrily, "you'll be pleased to see me at the end of the day for detention."

"Detention?" Ginny asked appalled.

"Yes, Miss Weasley, detention."

"But I did nothing wrong!" She argued, forgetting her place and ignoring the fact that this was her teacher she was speaking to. "I only did what you asked!"

Flitwick glared at her.

"Would you like me to take off house points as well?" The tone of his voice was threatening, and Ginny didn't dare test his patience. She was angry and edgy, and she wanted to curse Malfoy into oblivion!

The class ended, and Ginny stalked out of the room, ignoring the trio and trying to distance herself from Draco for fear of starting another fight. All of sudden she was so angry, and she didn't know why.

The sixth competition of The 10 Challenges was announced; it was entitled Duel It Out. While this title was very straightforward, it left the students without much to train for. They either knew the spells or they didn't, and it would be rather foolish to try and cram as many spells into one's mind as possible. After all, dueling was about much more than simply knowing spells.

You had to know the magic, and Ginny knew the magic.

She was actually pretty relieved for this challenge because it allowed her to find an outlet for all her sudden anger and hopelessness. Each student had five matches, and if you won the duel, then you earned a point for your team.

Ginny had won her first three matches easily, pulverizing the competition in mere minutes. Her fourth match would be more difficult.

"Hi Ginny," Harry said tentatively.

"Hey."

She didn't have much to say to him, and she was sure his topic of discussion was of no interest.

"Should we get started then?" He asked, slightly concerned. Ginny gave him a questioning look, completely clueless. "My next match is against you," he explained.

"Great," was all she said. Of course they'd make her fight The-Boy-Who-Lived, that was just her luck, wasn't it? She groaned angrily, thinking about how this match was slightly tipped in his favor. He fought Voldemort for goodness sake!

"Don't worry," he said, backing away to his starting position. "I'll go easy on you." He gave her a small, sympathetic smile, but Ginny just froze. She was shocked. So he thought he already won, did he? Oh, she'd show him.

They squared off, and Ginny smirked to herself. This would be almost as much fun as kicking Draco's ass. She would enjoy this, she decided.

"Ready?" Snape asked. He was the mediating teacher residing over their match.

"Begin."

This time Ginny didn't begin immediately. Instead, she waited for Harry to make the first move. He threw a weak disarming spell, and Ginny easily blocked it, smiling pleasantly but with a hint of evil.

Snape watched on with interest. He was secretly rooting for Ginny to win. Not that he was that fond of her, but he did prefer her over Potter. And more importantly, Snape thought that if anyone stood a chance against Harry in a duel, it was Ginny.

The match heated up a little as Harry threw spells harder and faster than before, each of which, Ginny deflected without a sweat. She could see Harry tiring, could hear his ragged breathing, could sense his unease about the situation.

"Ready?" She asked, a smile tugging at her lips. Oh yes, this would be very fun.

Ginny attacked, moving and twisting as she sent spells his way with a vigor that she didn't know she possessed. Harry barely blocked the onslaught, and in one second, when he looked down, Ginny saw the perfect opening. She threw a stunning spell at him, sending it faster and stronger than she ever had before.

It hit Harry, sent him spiraling backward, and successfully knocked him out.

"Very well done," Snape told her with a smirk. Ginny grinned back.

"Why thank you."

People all ran to see if the amazing Harry Potter was okay, but Ginny could care less. Her last match was against Dani, and she would take pleasure in beating her as well. As she expected, Ginny beat Dani no problem, although Dani did manage to land a rather nasty spell that left Ginny twitching for the rest of the day.

In the end, team Vincitori won by a land slide, most winnings coming from Ginny, Draco, and Blaise. Again, Derek and Lavender were the weaker ones of the team. Lisa chatted with the team like crazy after their victory, but it was no use. The old charisma that they had was lost, and no one was comfortable with one another anymore. Even Lavender had lost her original spunk.

The team was separating, and Ginny was walking away on her own when Blaise followed her.

"Could I talk to you for a moment?" he asked her, and Ginny nodded. She was slightly alarmed to see his grave expression, knowing Blaise to be a happy and carefree sort of person, but she allowed him to speak before she questioned his mood.

They walked into an empty classroom, when Blaise turned to her, fire and anger evident in his dark eyes.

"Why are you doing this to him?"

Ginny looked shocked.

"Doing what?"

"Torturing him!" Blaise explained. "You know as well as I do that Draco didn't really do anything with that girl. She was just some low life who wanted to hook up with, but Draco refused. He doesn't care about anyone but you!"

"That's not how it appeared to me," Ginny shot back icily. Her words were like venom, but inside, she knew that she didn't mean them; she knew that Draco really cared about her and not the dumb blond.

Blaise just looked at her in disgust.

"You know," he continued, "I was really hoping you two would work out. Being completely honest, I thought you'd be perfect for Draco, that you alone would be everything he needs. But if you can't come down off that high horse of yours and just admit that you overreacted, then maybe I was wrong. Maybe he's too good for you."

"He's too good for me?" Ginny asked incredulously.

"Yes," Blaise stated, disappointment in his voice and expression. He exited the room without another word, but his words rang in her ears.

Her mind wanted to burst! She couldn't think about this anymore or it would most likely drive her crazy! She walked back to the common room, hoping to get some rest and to clear her head, but as always, Hermione was waiting to speak with her.

"Not now, Hermione." Ginny warned. She wasn't in the mood.

"Yes, I think right now will do just fine, Ginny Weasley." Hermione's voice was commanding, sounding very Molly-like. Ginny turned around and glared at her.

"What?"

"I'll tell you what," Hermione said just as dangerously. "I've been trying to push you in the right direction all this time, but you've always gone the other way! I'm sick of watching you ruin your life and throw away great chances that may never come back again."

"And what might these chances be?"

"I'm talking about you and Draco," the brunette replied. "It's so obvious to everyone who pays attention to either of you that you guys complete one another. You two are halves to the same whole, meant to be together, and I'm sick of you ignoring it!"

"You don't know anything," Ginny muttered coolly.

"I know enough. I know that every single time you two hit a snag or a rough patch you call it quits, giving up on each other entirely. Except this time's different. This time Draco's willing to keep working for it, even though you're being completely ridiculous!"

"You have no idea what happened!" Ginny shouted.

"Oh, stop trying to defend yourself, Ginny," Hermione said unbelievably, rolling her eyes in disgust. "I know everything that happened that night, and I know that you are totally overreacting to a simple problem!"

"How do you know?"

"I live right next door to the kid, don't I?" She was livid at this point. When would Ginny get it? "I heard him talking with Blaise, and so I asked him about it. He told me everything, and it's clear that you're letting your pride get in the way of something special, something that could be amazing."

"I bet he told you all about it."

"He did." Hermione calmed down for a moment, remembering the conversation. "He was really upset, Ginny. One look at him, and I could tell that something was very wrong."

Ginny looked away, angry and uncomfortable. So what? Who cares about that jerk anyway?

"Now I've known Draco for a long time now," Hermione explained, "and I know that he never shows his emotions easily. So when something is visible in his expression, you that it's for real, that he's not just messing around. You really hurt him Ginny, but he still wants to be with you. Why would you give that up?"

She walked away, leaving Ginny more tortured than ever before. Why was everyone sticking up for Malfoy? Hadn't everyone always said how awful he was and how vile and cruel he treated other people?

All this was giving Ginny a headache, and what could add more to that pain? Running into her brother, that's what.

"Ginny, can we talk?" Ron asked quietly, wondering all along if he was doing the right thing.

"Not now, Ronald." She was still frazzled from her last conversation. Did everyone think she was being awful?

"Please, Ginny," he begged.

She looked at him, seeing sincerity in his eyes; she gave in to his plea.

"What do you want?"

"What do I want?" Ron repeated, contemplating the question seriously. "I only want you to be happy."

His words hit Ginny's heart hard, taking away her breath and filling her mind with even more questions.

"I know I haven't been the best brother in the world, but I've finally realized something." He looked her in the eyes, hoping that she would listen to him. "It's not for me to decide what you do with your life or who you spend it with. I mean, look at the things I've made you do before! I forced you to be with Christian, and he turned out to be a complete monster…I'll never forgive myself for that." His voice trailed off as he pictured Ginny's bruised and broken face in his mind; it made him sick to his stomach.

"Don't worry about it, Ron," Ginny replied softly. "It's no big deal."

"That's the thing," he continued. "It is a big deal. This is your life, and you should spend your time being happy. If that means being with Mal—Draco, then I'm not going to stop you because seeing you upset and in pain hurts me more than anything else ever could."

She looked up at him sadly, his words cementing themselves to her memory.

"You really mean that?" she asked. This was all too good to be true, but it was all too much as well.

"I really do," he said with a nod.

Ginny turned away, looking off into the distance and trying to keep the tears from spilling out from her eyes.

"I don't know," she said tearfully. "I really don't know."

The end of the year was quickly approaching along with final exams and the last challenge. After three very difficult events, team Vincitori was in third, right behind Brains and Beauty and the Winning Wizards who were tied in first. The difference in points had originally been much greater, but a steal of second place in the quidditch challenge allowed them to gain some ground. However, they lost to Harry, Ron, and Hermione's team, which meant the Winning Wizards secured first.

The match was intense. Harry and Draco had naturally been the seekers, flying around for hours and battling it out to try and catch the snitch first. Vincitori had a commanding lead for the entire match, staying in the lead by a handful of goals but not enough if the other team had caught the snitch. And that's exactly what happened.

Even though Ginny had scored endless points against Ron, Harry eventually caught the snitch and ended the day-long match 520 points to 510. The loss was a huge blow against team Vincitori, but luckily, the amount of points they scored was so great that they finished second.

Second was no consolation for Draco.

He fumed for the next couple days, as most of the other sixth and seventh years buckled down to their ever-approaching exams. The last challenge was farther from their minds, especially for students who weren't on the top three teams. Hopes of winning the grand prize had vanished, so they turned to more pressing issues: passing NEWTs and end of year exams.

Ginny was studying in the library when Blaise came and sat down at her table. He didn't say a word, didn't even look up from the book he was reading. At long last, he spoke, the words familiar to Ginny.

"You know," he began, eyes still locked on a page in his book, "you really should talk to Draco."

Ginny sighed, preparing to say the same thing she said whenever he, Hermione, or anyone else chose to tell her this.

"It's too late," she said easily, "and it hardly matters to me anymore."

"Why are you lying? I know you don't mean what you say, and you know it too. Why can't you stop pretending?" He looked at her, his dark eyes locking on her light brown ones. Would he ever give up?

"It's not just me," she retorted. "He's done with me too. You can see it in the way he acts towards me."

Blaise snorted.

"Give it a rest, Gin. Anyone can tell just by watching him that he still likes you. Just please, listen to reason and come to terms with the fact that you're both crazy about one another. No one cares and no one's mad, so just talk to him!"

Ginny sighed. He would never give it a rest unless Ginny finally agreed to simply talk to Draco. Maybe he'd have to do a little intervention of his own…he'd have to talk to that Granger girl to see if they could work something out.

"Thank goodness that's over," Ginny said to Dani as they were leaving the Great Hall. They had just completed their last NEWT, a particularly nasty Transfiguration test.

"I know," Dani agreed. "Let's just not think about it, okay?"

"Agreed."

The two walked out on the grounds and spent the rest of their day relatively peacefully. Somewhere in the midst of anxiety and studying for their NEWTs, Ginny and Dani had, once again, become best friends. They didn't talk about Draco, though Dani had found out about the whole situation. She didn't take advantage of this to rub it in Ginny's face, and Ginny was grateful; she wouldn't be able to stand someone saying, "I told you so."

Upon arriving in the common room, Hermione swooped down on Ginny, asking to talk to her for a bit. Hesitantly, Ginny agreed, unsure of Hermione's motives; she didn't want to spend another night listening to Hermione's demands that she talk to Draco.

"So how are you?" Hermione asked casually, walking Ginny out of the portrait hole. Ginny answered, and the girls made small talk as Hermione led them around the school. Ginny was about to ask Hermione what exactly she was up to when they came to their destination.

"Here we go," Hermione said. She let Ginny climb up the ladder first that would lead to the viewing area of the Astronomy Tower, talking in a nonsensical way the whole time. When Ginny finally pulled herself onto the landing, Hermione slammed the trap door shut and locked it.

"Hermione!" Ginny shouted.

"I'm sorry, Gin," Hermione replied, her voice muffled by the barrier. "But you two need to work this out."

"What are you talking about?" she asked in confusion right as she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She whipped around to see Draco standing there, arms crossed against his chest, equally pissed at being tricked.

"Good luck, guys!" Ginny heard Blaise shout.

Ginny turned back to the door in the floor that was their only exit point. Whipping out her wand she tried to perform the Alohomora spell, but the lock remained unfazed.

"Sorry, Ginny," Hermione shouted back, "but that's not going to work. We'll come back and let you two leave in the morning!"

"What?" Ginny asked indignantly. The morning? But she could already hear them scuffle away, leaving her and Draco alone.

She turned around and looked at him but didn't say a word. Instead, Ginny crossed the room and sat down on one of the viewing benches, turning away from him to look out across the grounds. It was a beautiful night, that much was true. The air was warm and inviting, and the piney-fresh smell in the air was equally appealing.

"Are we going to talk at all?" Draco's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"That would seem like the point of this punishment, wouldn't it?" She asked icily.

She couldn't help but act awful towards him. The present situation had darkened her mood immensely, and she wasn't ready to talk to anyone, especially him. So being forced to spend the night with him automatically made her bitter.

"Do you have anything to say?" he asked, trying to remain patient.

"No."

He sighed, realizing that she was going to make this very difficult.

"I remember the beginning of this year," he recalled. "You were still the same quiet and meek girl that you've always been. I could make fun of you, saying horrid things, but you'd keep your lips closed tight, never yelling back. Oh, how things have changed. Look at you nowadays. Whenever I do something now, you're so eager and ready to snap at me."

"You think I overreact a little." Ginny stated.

"A little?" He snorted, walking across the distance between them quickly and sitting in front of her. He cupped her face with his hands, forcing Ginny to look at him. Draco watched her for a while.

He looked at Ginny intently, seeing an infinite amount of sorrow swimming in her eyes. Even though she took out all her anger and despair on him, he still wanted help her. He wanted to fix everything that was wrong, heal anything that hurt.

"What?" she muttered, not fighting against his touch.

"I love you, Ginny," he answered. "I always have, and I'm sure I always will."

His words shocked her. She'd heard him say it before, but now, even after everything she'd done, he was saying those three precious words. He was putting his heart on the line, making him vulnerable. One simple rejection and he would break, completely falling to pieces.

"Don't you love me too?" Draco asked. He spoke as if he knew the answer but wanted her to say it all the same. She finally turned to look at him, tears flowing from her eyes and nodded. Of course she loved him.

"I've loved you all along," Ginny muttered.

A genuine smile broke across Draco's face, forcing Ginny to smile herself.

"Don't cry," he told her, wiping away the stray tears. Draco wrapped his arms around her, and Ginny readily snuggled into his embrace. It was amazing what feeling of comfort he gave her; it was something she wanted to keep for the rest of her life.

Ginny pulled away slightly and noticed the look of confusion on Draco's face.

"What?" he asked worriedly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Ginny whispered. "Absolutely nothing."

She leaned forward, kissing him softly. His lips were warm and soft, eagerly accepting her own. She felt him smile and couldn't help but grin herself.

"You gave in pretty fast," he murmured.

"What can I say?" she answered between kisses. "You're irresistible."

After Ginny and Draco had their fair share of kissing, they pulled apart, breathing hard with racing hearts. She curled up in his lap, and they talked through the night. They talked about anything and everything—their fights, the challenges, their dear, determined friends, and more.

"Can I ask you a question?" Draco asked, suddenly remembering a very old worry.

"Sure," Ginny whispered drowsily. Sleep was very tempting as the wee hours of the morning approached.

"At the beginning of the year, you spent all those nights crying by the lake," he recalled. "Well, I still want to know why."

"I was sad," she answered plainly, becoming sleepier and sleepier as the seconds passed.

"Thank you, Miss Obvious," he replied. "Be serious."

"I don't know," Ginny murmured. "My life felt empty and meaningless…my life didn't have you."

Draco smiled, looking down at the sleeping angel in his arms. He was so lucky; it was almost incomprehensible. Why did he deserve someone like her? Doesn't matter, he thought happily, resting his head on her shoulder. He soon fell asleep, listening to Ginny breathe and imagining what a wonderful life he could have with her.

Blaise and Hermione met at the Astronomy Tower first thing in the morning.

"You think it worked?" he asked her eagerly.

"If this didn't work," she replied, "then I don't know what will."

Hermione unlocked the trapdoor and climbed up the ladder with Blaise following. They stood side by side, grins spread across each of their faces as they took in the sight before them. They were both sound asleep with Ginny curled up in Draco's arms.

He woke up slowly and immediately noticed the two intruders standing there.

"Good night?" Blaise asked with a smirk.

Draco only rolled his eyes and motioned for Blaise to be quiet, pointing at the sleeping Ginny. Hermione squealed quietly almost jumping up and down in excitement. This was too perfect! This was the best thing that could have ever happened!

"I guess we'll see you two at breakfast," Blaise whispered with a grin. "Or maybe we won't." He winked.

They left the Astronomy Tower quietly, sneaking glances back at the couple and hoping that this time they'd last. Eventually Ginny woke up, smiling pleasantly when she saw Draco looking down at her.

"Hi you," she mumbled through a yawn.

"Hi sleepy head," he greeted.

After shaking off their sleepiness, Ginny and Draco made their way downstairs only to find that breakfast was over, but Draco said it was no problem.

"I'll meet you in my room, bringing a complementary breakfast directly from the kitchens."

Ginny smiled, telling him that he shouldn't worry about it, that she'd simply wait for lunch, but he wouldn't listen. After explaining to her for the fifth time that breakfast was the most important meal of the day, Ginny finally let him leave. She headed off in the direction of the Head Boy room to wait for his return.

"Ginny!"

Ginny turned around to see Derek running up to her. She felt kind of awkward, realizing that they hadn't talked to one another in a long time.

"Hey, Derek." Ginny tried to be casual.

"I have to tell you something," he explained quickly, and Ginny quietly groaned. She hoped he wasn't about to tell her he still cared, but his words surprised her. He started talking and didn't stop, enlightening Ginny to the events of earlier that year.

He told her everything.

Derek explained about how Dani convinced him to take credit for the gift and continued to tell her about Dani's schemes and plans that lasted the entire length of the year.

As each word left Derek's mouth, Ginny became more and more furious. How dare she!

"I'm really sorry, Gin," he mumbled apologetically.

"It's fine, Derek," she told him sincerely. Her anger wasn't targeted at him; no, her fury would be for someone else completely.

She stalked away, fully ready to confront Dani, but thoughts of Draco stopped her. She'd at least have to stop by and tell him that she needed to leave. The last thing Ginny wanted was to anger Draco, so she went out of her way to stop by his room.

"I don't feel like breakfast anymore," she told him icily.

"Why? What's wrong?" Draco asked nervously. Did I do something already? He started to worry but was relieved when Ginny shook her head.

"No," she told him. "I just need to have a little talk with Dani."

With a quick kiss on the cheek, Ginny left Draco to his buffet of food and walked the corridors in search of a certain best friend. This is the last straw, Ginny thought. When she found Dani, and she would find her, she was going to give the girl a piece of her mind.

A/N: No cliffhanger this time! Haha. I only think there's going to be one or two more chapters! Three tops! Oh, and I'm going away on vacation for a week so I won't be able to update until then, but I promise the next chapter(s) will be up as soon as I return!

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and read thus far! You have no idea what type of encouragement you provide for me! I am forever thankful!

And I swear I have nothing against blonds, haha.