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Well here is chapter 12. Ginny gets her first task.
Blaise stood waiting in the shadows. There she is. Pansy floated down the hallway gaining the attention of every male who could see her. 'What would a girl like Pansy see in me?' Blaise wondered as she walked right on by without seeing him.
He'd have to find a way to win her. Blaise decided that the best way to get her to go out with him would be to get her lots of presents. She seemed to be a girl who loved a boy who would spend money and time on her. Blaise decided to go and ask Professor Sprout if he could maybe have some roses. That would make Pansy happy. He remembered seeing her often smelling the roses by the greenhouses.
Blaise turned and slunk through the shadows toward the staff room.
"Where are you going at this time of night Mr. Zabini? It is nearly curfew," a voice rang out behind him.
Blaise whipped around eyes searching frantically for the speaker. Pansy stepped up to him smiling and lifting a hand and placing it on his shoulder.
Blaise grinned at her, "Pansy," he took her other hand and kissed her fingers as he bowed. "I was on my way to the staff room tp speak with Professor Sprout."
Pansy trailed her hand down Blaise's chest grinning up at him like a cheshire cat. Blaise took the hand that was currently trying to seduce him and held it firmly.
"I must be going now," Blaise said kissing both of her hands and bowing again before taking off down the hall.
Pansy giggled before turning and dashing away towards the library.
"Mr. Zabini," Professor Sprout greeted him on the staircase.
"Professor Sprout," Blaise replied turning to walk with her. "I was wondering if I could have some of your roses?"
"Why would you want any of my flowers?" Sprout asked looking up at the tall Slytherin boy.
"A girl," Blaise mumbled under his breath hoping she wouldn't hear what he said so he would have time to come up with a response that was a little less mushy.
"Of course," Sprout respnded smiling at him.
"Thank you very much," Blaise said.
"Just go on down. Flower cutters are out in Greenhouse two," Sprout smiled at Blaise before turning and going down the stairs towards the Hufflepuff common room.
Blaise ran down and cut a dozen of the most perfect pink roses he could find and cast a spell on them to be sure they would last a long time without water. He walked back up to the castle stowing the flowers inder his cloak.
"Mr. Zabini out after hours, I may need to give you a detention for such careless behavior. After all had it not been me who found you who can say how many points Slytherin may have lost?"
"Pansy," Blaise cried as he spun happily to see her ready to do this whole thing before he lost his nerve. "I've got something for you."
Blaise removed the roses from his cloak and presented them to her with a bow.
"For me?" Pansy asked eyes wide and voice a little higher than usual as she pointed at her chest.
"Yes," Blaise replied nervously, looking up at her as she took the flowers.
Pansy bent her head and took a deep breath smelling the roses.
"Pink. My favorite color," Pansy said softly.
"Pansy, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" Blaise asked looking anywhere but at Pansy.
"Of course I will," Pansy cried kissing his cheek.
Draco sat in the common room sulking.
Ginny made some sort of deal with Pansy. Things couldn't get much worse. He would have to find out what.
Anyone who was non-slytherin making a deal with a Slytherin was making a very poor decision. He knew he would twist their words and make sure he came out on top and he knew any other Slytherin would do the same and Pansy disliked Ginny enough that he could see Pansy forcing Ginny to do some very tacky things. but the deal was already sealed and there was nothing anyone could do about the whole rotten mess.
Pansy and Blaise walked into the common room hand in hand and saw Draco still sitting up.
"Draco! Blaise and I are going to Hogsmeade together this weekend! Isn't that great?" Pansy squealed in delight bouncing next to Blaise holding onto his arm with both her hands.
"Perfect," Draco said sounding utterly miserable.
Pansy did not notice his lack of happiness for her as she took off up to the Slytherin girl dorm to brag.
"What do you know about the deal Pansy and Ginny made?" Draco asked not even bothering to see if the other boy was still present.
Blaise frowned, "It is worse than I thought. It seems that getting Pansy and I together was part of the deal they made."
Draco snorted, "Like you did not want to be with her anyway."
"That is not the bad part. It seems our little Ginny has promised to do four tasks for Pansy without making any specifications on what would be inapproipiate for her to do."
"Please tell me you are joking and she is not that thick?" Draco groaned.
"Unfortunately I'm not," Blaise said leaning over the back of the sofa opposite draco.
"Please help her," Draco said. "Who knows what goes on in the head of your very ditzy girlfriend? I don't want Ginny to get caught or hurt."
"In that order huh?" Blaise asked. "Well we have Defense against the Dark Arts in the morning and I have yet to finish my werewolf essay."
Blaise said leaving Draco to sit and stare at the silver flames in peace.
Ginny woke up early the next morning.
The next two hours she spent getting ready for the day. Ginny had made up her mind she would look so good that Draco would not be able to resist her.
As soon as she felt she looked her best she took off for the library. She had to find a book on Animagism for her report.
Ginny spotted a mirror someone had left out in the common room and picked it up to be sure that she still looked perfect. Every auburn curl rested in its place and her make-up had not gotten messy. Surely Draco would have to look at her now.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was the first class today.
As soon as Ginny entered the great hall she heard a snort. Ginny did not expect to eat when she got to the hall. The elves were probably still preparing food and that was just fine.
Ginny turned at the sound of the snort and saw Draco sitting at the Slytherin table.
"Hi Draco," Ginny managed softly sounding very small.
Draco nodded dumbly again. 'Stupid Weasel,' Draco snarled to himself. Did she have any idea what effect she had on the male population? She was beautiful. He wanted very desperately to talk to her but was still too stubborn to believe he had been just as wrong as she had been and to put down his pride. She surely had no idea how hard it was for him to trust people and lacked the ability to comprehend how much it hurt when you had trusted someone to have the tender delicate fabric ripped with both hands and thrown back in your face. Draco knew he was hurting Ginny with his bull-headedness and he hated himself for it and hated it even more that he wanted her to feel pain and hurt for what she had done. He'd have to work on learning forgiveness.
Draco sighed and rose to his feet and slunk back down to the Slytherin dungeonsbut accidently took the wrong staircase and ended up standing outside the painting that was the entrance to the kitchens.Perhaps now it was time for his to figure out how that potion ended up in his cup.
Draco reached and tickled the pear to open the painting.
Draco slipped quietly into the kitchens and stood watching the elves bustle about.
"Master Draco," an elf spoke firm and clear with no hint of fear in his voice at Draco's side, "Dobby was wondering when he would be seeing you Master."
"Dobby?" Draco asked taking a step back at the unique look in the tennisball shaped green eyes.
"Dobby thought it would be soon sir," the little elf said smiling a bit nervously.
"Dobby what are you doing here?" Draco asked knealing down and looking the small elf in the face.
"Your father accidently freed Dobby while Master was in his second year at Hogwarts with the help of Harry Potter," Dobby said giving his hand a wave.
A table appeared behind Draco with a chair.
Dobby walked over and collected a silver tray and loaded it with food from the Slytherin table and got a pitcher of pumpkin juice and goblet and carried it over placing it on the table before Draco.
"Is Master Draco comfortable?" Dobby asked staring up at Draco.
Draco smiled a little not much of a smile really.
"Thank you Dobby but really I've already eaten," Draco said as Dobby pulled the chair out for him to sit in.
"Eat Master Draco," Dobby said sternly, "and please Master, Dobby asks you not to lie to him."
Draco scowled but Dobby fixed him with his own glare.
"Dobby, why did you expect me down here?" Draco asked spearing a sausage link on his fork and stuffing it into his mouth.
"Dobby wonders how Master feels for the littlest Wheezy?" Dobby asked mildly pouring pumpkin juice into the goblet placed in front of Draco.
"Why would that concern you?" Draco asked eyes narrowing at the house elf.
"Dobby has seen Master and Mistress sneaking about the school," Dobby said with a shrug as he began to sweep the floor.
"I like her but I'm still confused as to how I ended up with her. I'm sure I put the potion in Weaselette's goblet and somehow it ended up in mine.""Miss Wheezy does not like it when Master calls her that. It upsets her," Dobby said with a frown.
Draco shrugged and continued to eat.
"Dobby has somethings to tell Master," Dobby said as he leaned the broom against the wall.
"Dobby, I am sorry, but if I don't leave now, I'll be late to Defence Against the Dark Arts. I'll try to come back soon and talk," Draco said as he got up from his chair and made his way toward the exit.
Dobby sighed and looked down at his bandaged hands.
Ginny sat twirling her quill during the entire class watching the Slytherin Prince. Most of the time when she was around him she found it hard to take her eyes off the boy. His hair was no longer slicked back as it had been when she first met him. It was more wind blown most likely from playing Quidditch. She missed touching it. She had liked it.
Pansy approached her at the end of class, "You do quick work," she acknowledged as Blaise came up and stood next to her.
"You're Welcome," Ginny replied tossing her bag over her shoulder and turning to walk away.
"I've figured out something you're going to do for one of your tasks," Pansy called as she took Blaise's hand.
Blaise grinned and his eyes widened with mirth as he raised his eyebrows.
"Professor Sprout has given me a job to do to help raise my grade but seeing as I have no idea how to complete it I'm passing it on to you. You have to find a silver moon flower. Oh and I need it by next weeks Herbology lesson and the flower must be in bloom," Pansy said as all three of them walked towards lunch.
Pansy let go of Blaise's hand and slipped it through his arm instead as they entered the hall and walked to the Slytherin table.
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