Hello everyone. The saga continues for your enjoyment. I would like to thank all of my wonderful reviewers. I'm glad the story is entertaining for everyone cause I sure had fun writing it. And due to the demand for me to post the next chapter, I decided to let this one go a little early. Anyway, on with the story.


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Pansy's Story (a.k.a Blaise Is In Big Trouble!)


♬ Well that's the truth about men. ♬

♬ That's the truth about us. ♬

♬ We like to hunt and golf on our days off. ♬

♬ Scratch and spit and cuss. ♬

♬ And no matter what line we hand you, when we come dragging in. ♬

♬ We ain't wrong, we ain't sorry, and it's probably gonna happen again. ♬


"A few weeks ago, Blaise and some of his friends went out one night to that new pub in downtown Hogsmeade." Pansy began. "My grandmother was visiting me at the manor while he was gone out. Since he really doesn't like what's left of my family, he tends to be scarce when they are around."

"Sounds like the same problem I have." Padma said. "Justin doesn't like my parents that much either." Pansy nodded in agreement and continued on.

"Well, grandmother and I were about to turn in for the night when Blaise comes stumbling into the manor, completely smashed. I was worried, because he usually sobers himself up before coming home. He knows I hate it when he is drunk." Pansy said with a frown. "He nearly scared grandmother into an early grave. He took one look at her and said, and I quote, 'What's that old hag of a grandmama of your's doing here, Pans? I thought she died along with Grindelwald back eons ago. Saints alive, she's ugly enough to have won that battle without Dumbledore's help. I thought all pureblooded witches were supposed to be pretty. Looks like it skipped a generation. 'Cause all she'd had to have done would be show that ugly face of hers and ol' Grindy would have run away just a screaming.'"

"Oh, my word." Susan said. "How did your grandmother take it?"

"Oh, man, Granny was not too happy about that. She had always been against me marrying into the Zabini clan to begin with. And when Blaise said all of that.... let's just say I'm lucky the manor is still standing. I never knew my grandma could move that fast for someone so old. She's got a good set of lungs left in her, also. She stood up and pulled her wand from the pocket of her robes. She lunged at him and had him pinned to the ground and her wand at his throat before I knew what was happening." The other women nodded in appreciation and waited for her to continue.

"He didn't have enough sense to use a Sobriety Charm before he came home?" Hermione asked.

"He was too splintered to remember to." Pansy said. "He could barely walk, let alone do a spell that half wizards can do when they're sober."

"Why didn't he get one of his buddies to do it then?" Susan asked.

"They probably thought it would be funny to see what would happen to him if he came home loaded off his arse." Pansy said. "He's always bragging that he's the only one that can stand my Slytherin wrath when I get mad."

"What'd you do to him?" Ginny asked. "I know I'd kill Harry if he ever did that."

"Well, I separated him and grandmother. Which was quite a feat for anyone. My grandma is very strong for her age, and she has a temper worse than my own. After calming her down and getting her settled into bed, I went after Blaise. I had orders from her to Avada him on the spot for insulting her. She wanted me to hang him from the side of the manor and let the buzzards pick at him. I was actually considering doing it for a while, but decided against it. It would be too much of an easy out for him that way."

" When I got to him, he was bowed over the lavatory, puking up what ever it was that was left in his stomach. He kept on spitting in the toilet, like there was something in his mouth that he couldn't get out. He slipped down against the wall and nearly fell asleep. I cast a light sobering charm over him and he recovered, at least a little bit so that he could realize what I was yelling at him for. I made sure that he was suffering with a headache like no other before continuing. Before he could get a word out, I put him under a full body-bind and cast a silencing charm over him and the bathroom so grandma couldn't hear me."

"You're a sadist!" Ginny said with a smile. "I like it."

"Bet you he didn't like that one." Padma snickered.

"Oh, he didn't. I assure you of it." Pansy said. "I chewed him out, threw a couple of extra disfiguring curses on him, and forbid him to ever go out by himself ever again. I let the silencing spell go, so he could at least try to defend himself. The first thing out of his mouth was 'at least I only lost a few hundred galleons this time, unlike the last time I went out.' That didn't help matters in the least. Needless to say, when I got done with him after that, I didn't see him for a few days. I think he spent the next few nights at Harry and Ginny's house, if I am correct." Pansy smiled at the red-head and nodded.

"Yes, he did." she said. "And I'll have you know, that waking up to see a very hung-over, disfigured Blaise Zabini sleeping in your living room is not something I want to see again."

"I am sorry about that, Ginny." Pansy said with a sigh. "I figured he'd go to one of the guest rooms and sleep it off until the next morning. Usually, when he goes on an all night drinking spree, he's fine the next morning. Don't get me wrong, Blaise is no alcoholic or gambling addict. He's just never been a good judge when it comes to gambling. And he only goes out once or twice a month." She smiled and shook her head. "In fact, he's often quite humorous when he's drunk. The last time he was loaded that bad, he was singing The Merry Green Grass of Home at the top of his lungs and dancing butt naked on the table when I got him home."

"Is that even a song?" Hermione asked.

"I don't think so." Pansy said, "But he turned it into one that night." She turned to Ginny and shook her head. "Like I said, Ginny. I'm really sorry about that."

"Not a problem." she said. "At least it kept Harry from fooling around with the power tools while he was there."

"Power tools?" Padma asked. "What's Harry doing with power to......." About that time, the door to the living room was pushed open and in came a very peeved Harry Potter. He stalked through the room and into the kitchen with out saying a word to the women. When he came back through with more food in his hands, Ginny stopped him.

"Harry, what's wrong?" she asked.

"THOSE BLOODY IDIOTS ARE BLIND AS BATS!!" He said loudly. "THE SNITCH WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM AND THEY COULDN'T SEE IT!" Ginny backed up and nodded.

"Well, dear, I'll bet they're not half as good a Seeker as you." she cooed sweetly, trying to calm her over-wrought husband. "Now go on in there and finish watching the game. They might win after all." She smiled at Harry and he walked out of the room, sulking like a child who'd had a favorite toy taken away. Ginny shook her head and sat back down.

"Is he always like that?" Susan asked. "All poutey like a baby?"

"When he doesn't get his way, yeah, he can be." Ginny said. "But that's not too often."

"What were you saying about Harry and power tools, Ginny?" Hermione asked. "I never knew he like fooling with Muggle tools. He never did while we were at school. And I figured when he left the Dursley's after our last year, he would want to forget that part of the world even existed." Ginny grimaced and shook her head.

"Well, he just started charming them to work without electricity." she said. "And boy, is it a pain in my behind......."

In the next installment, we find out what the boy-who-lived did to annoy the red-headed Weasley. I hope you enjoy. Remember, the more reviews I get, the quicker I update. Bye for now.