A/N: ohmigoodness! i love all of you; you deserve a cookie (passes out cookies to CrazyStarz, HpRoXmYnOnExIsTiNtSoX13, Akarusa30991, kay345, Poky, Lithui, Fire311, criminy, and CaptianCrash)! 10 reveiws on my very first chappie! thank you so much. anyway, i'm not gonna waste time, so on with the story!

Chapter 2: The Tape

Three Months Later

"'Who Wants To Marry Blaise Zabini?'? A reality t.v. show? You guys must be insane."

Hermione Granger-Weasley smiled at her sister-in-law. "Oh, c'mon Gin! It could be fun!"

Ginny Weasley shook her head. "No. Absolutely not."

Molly Weasley set down her teacup carefully. "Now, now dear. You're twenty-five That only leaves five more years to the big three-oh!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," Hermione amended, "that it leaves less time for...for..."

"Grandchildren!" Molly cried. "Babies! Ginny, I want grandbabies!"

Ginny stared at her mother. "But, Mum, Hermione is having twins with Ron! In three months!"

Hermione cleared her throat. "That," she said, "is not the point. The point is that your love life sucks-"

"Gee, thanks."

"-and this might help!"

Ginny set her teacup down and stood, brushing herself off. "Mum, Hermione. It's... kind of you to have my best intrests in heart," she said sarcastically, "But I am capable of managing my own love life." With that, she left.

"Sorry I'm late." Draco said, slipping into the meeting room.

Blaise looked up. He was crouching on the floor in front of a muggle television. "Oh, that's okay. We were just about to start the tapes." With that, he pushed in the first video.

"Hello," a pleasent voice said. "My name is Cindy Fallows." A rather chunky, middle-aged woman appeared on the screen, "and I want to marry Blaise Zabini!"

As Blaise pressed the eject button, horrified, Draco laughed so hard coffee came out of his nose.

Blasie looked at Draco. "Well," he said. "Cindy Fallows is a big No."

Three hundred and sixty-eight video tapes later...

After crossing off 'Rose Zeller' from the list, Blaise looked at the clock. "Bloody hell, Draco," he yawned, "It's 12:02."

"So?"

"So? We've been here sixteenhours, watching tapes of overweight women, twice my age who are looking for some action!"

"Not all of them were bad," Draco pointed out, "And look at it this way: we only have one tape to go."

Blaise sighed and pushed in the formentioned tape, and someone Draco recognized instantly popped up on the screen.

"Hello. My name is Hermione Granger-Weasley." The obviously pregnant Hermione said. She patted her belly. "Now, I know what you are thinking, and let me assure you: this tape is not for me."

Blaise sighed in relief.

The video Hermione sighed, also. "It's for my best friend, and sister-in-law Ginny Weasley."

The video cut to a home video of Ginny. She was sitting on a towel at the beach, wearing an itty-bitty red bikini, laughing, and trying to push the camera away. Draco gulped. That was not the little-girl Ginny he remembered.

The video went back - much to Draco and Blaise's dissatisfaction- to Hermione. She grinned, as if she knew what they had been thinking. "Ever since Ginny and... her boyfriend broke up three years ago, Ginny's love life has gone downhill. She stays home on weekends, and only leaves her house to go to work. Please, please pick Ginny for your show. If you do, you will not regret it."

Draco girnned as the screen went blank. "Blaise, I think we just found you your wife."

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