Author's Note: Alright, I'm sorry. This is much, much shorter then I'd intended it to be, and it didn't come out as fast as I'd like it to. I've got a couple excuses, but please, feel free to skip them and read the chapters.
School this year is hell. If I don't pass, I can't become a sophomore. My teacher is a sadist. He gets pleasure from piling his class with projects. It's crap.
For those of you who have been monitoring my account, you'll notice that I've got another story up. Lovely Strangeness is co-authored with True777, and since we're writing it together, the chapters come out faster. However, writing with True takes away time from KS. I'm sorry. I'll try to update KS more often.
Disclaimer: 'Cuz I'm leavin', on a jet plane... Don't know when I'll be back again... Leavin' on a jet plane... Wait... No. I'm not leaving. Fuck, I haven't left. Dammit.
Harry sighed, looking up at the curtains of his four poster bed. What the hell was Ginny doing with Draco Malfoy? Was she dating Malfoy to make him angry? No matter how much he hated it, he grudgingly admitted it was working.
Over the year and a half that he and Ginny had dated, Harry had come dangerously close to loving the feisty redhead. Alright, so he'd only dated her at first because Ron had made him, but he'd genuinely liked her! Several months in...
The Boy Who Lived shut his eyes, growling at himself. What was he doing? Was he going to let her walk away from him like this? He'd said he would, not three days ago... But so far, she hadn't come back to him. Maybe she wasn't going to... He paused, a growing anger rising in his chest. She'd left him for Malfoy! The thought was just now sinking in, and he ignored the fact that he hadn't realized that first off. That stinking ferret didn't deserve her. His eyes snapped open and he shuddered at the image of Malfoy's hands roaming freely over Ginny's body.
Ginny was his, not Malfoy's. He'd be damned if he didn't get her back from that Death Eater. Would he want her after she'd been tainted, though? What if she'd let him...
He pushed the thought away, disgusted. She wouldn't do that! She'd been saving herself for him, and he knew it! She'd come back to him. She had to. He'd just... help her along a bit! A little jealousy would put her right back in his arms, where she belonged. What was that Muggle saying? 'A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle' While it didn't necessarily fit in the Muggle world, in the Wizarding one it seemed to be spot on!
After all, what didn't fish do in the Wizarding world?
(Spiffy Break)
Blaise was smirking and he knew it. The plan was coming along smoothly, too good to be true. Draco had told him about his brief encounter with the Gryffindors, down to the every last detail. His smirk deepened as he thought of the look on Weasley's face when Draco had asked his baby sister out, a date at the lake. How honestly romantic...
The only thing Draco hadn't been pleased about was the new step in their plan. He had to go on a date, with Weasel. Blaise snickered, pacing in front of the fireplace in his private rooms. Everything was going perfectly. He'd crossed 'Slytherin Boyfriend' off his copy of the list. Draco had taken care of that, and he'd done an admirable job of it.
Ruthlessness was something he was hesitant to erase at the moment. The Little Weasel had proved herself to be sneaky, and she'd caught herself Draco, but ruthless? Deep down, Blaise was sure she was a prude. Hell, she was probably still a virgin! Would she shy away from the idea of public displays to get back at Potter? A sly grin toyed with his lips. Now, that wasn't a bad idea...
(Spiffy Break)
"NO!" Ginny's outburst gathered them several odd stairs from the other occupants in the library.
The group of four had collected in between the dusty tomes before breakfast, two Snakes, one Lion, and a Raven. Luna was worrying her lip between her teeth, her eyes troubled and a line in-between her brows. Ginny on the other hand looked outraged, her eyes sparking fire and her face flushed the lovely color of a ladybug – without the spots.
Blaise study the worried looking Luna, inspecting her carefully. 'No, her eyes aren't worried...they are...sparkling? What's that all about? What's Loony playing at?' He thought to himself, frowning slightly.
"Face it, Weasel, it would work!" Draco looked slightly green as he spoke, but he persisted, "If we start snogging in the middle of breakfast, Potter would have kittens!"
Ginny crossed her arms, shaking her head stubbornly, "No. I refused to have your tongue down my throat, Ferret."
Blaise sighed, jerking his gaze away from Luna to look at his other two companions, "Alright, Little Weasel. If you don't want his tongue down your throat, it could be mine, or any other Slytherin's. I'll give Sleeping Beauty one thing, though." He nodded towards Draco, "Boy's got good breath."
Draco's eyes narrowed as if he wanted to ask how the Head Boy knew, but he thought better of it, and turned back to Ginny, "Weasel, I've asked nicely, I've told you, the next step is forcing. I don't want to force you, but you need to understand something. Hacking off Potter is what I do in my free time. I know every button to push to get under his skin. This one is big, red and just screaming 'PUSH ME'."
Ginny sighed, and she sunk down into a chair. "I don't like it." Draco muttered something about 'prudes' and Ginny glared at him, "Bugger off, Ferret."
He smirked, "Will you watch?"
Blaise rolled his eyes, "Enough flirting, children. I've got to go over part of the plan with Loony, so get out. We'll start the 'Hack of Potter Brigade' in the Great Hall. Don't let the door hit you on the arse on the way out."
Both Ginny and Draco shot glares at him, and he wondered idly if they realized how much they acted alike. Stubborn, rather annoying, wanting to piss of Potty any way possible... Were they honestly blind enough to ignore those? The hate game could only go so far.
They left, grudgingly, and Blaise turned to Luna, who had so far been silent. "Alright, Lovegood, what gives?"
Luna blinked, her large eyes finally focusing on the Head Boy, "What?"
"What's wrong? Don't make me spell it out for you. I strongly dislike repeating myself." Blaise sighed, crossing his arms.
She bit her lip, "It's nothing that concerns you..."
He fought back a sneer, "Lovegood, I'm Head Boy, everything that goes on in Hogwarts concerns me. Tell me now, or I'll make you."
She looked up at him, a spark of fear showing in her eyes, "It's... It's nothing. My housemates like to take my things, and I can't find my wand..."
Blaise's eyes narrowed dangerously, "They took your wand?"
"Yes." Her voice was small, hesitant.
"Who are they? I'll kill them." Blaise snarled. What the hell was this? Sure, he was a fair Head Boy, but he'd never vowed death to anyone besides his father. Maybe it was because they took her wand, maybe it was because it was Lovegood. He'd had crushes on worse people. Like Chang. Hell, he'd even been crushing on Potter at one point. What could he say? He liked variety.
Luna blinked, the names on her lips before she'd actually thought about it, "Michael Corner, Anthony Goldstein, Stewart Ackerley..."
He started towards the door, fuming. Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart, weren't they? So what were they doing with Lovegood's wand? They couldn't possibly be that stupid...
Luna ran after him, grabbing at his robes. "No... I'll find it later... I just... please don't..."
Blaise blinked down at her small hand, noting the fine bones and contrast of her pale skin and his black robes. He finally forced his gaze back up to her wide, panicked eyes. He couldn't let this continue. It wasn't right! No matter that he was a Slytherin! The gall of those ignorant Ravenclaws! He smirked slightly at the irony. "They cant get away with it Luna." Blaise whispered harshly to her.
Luna took a deep breath, nodding slowly. Oh boy, was she really going to let him beat up her housemates? It wasn't as if they didn't deserve it, but this was Blaise Zabini! Resident man whore of Hogwarts!
Blaise gave her a small smile, a transformation from his smirk, and took her small hand into his. He watched her eyes widen in surprise, and his smile grew. Her eyes flicked down to her delicate hand in his much larger one, and she swallowed.
They moved out of the library, and Madame Pince shot them a look on their way out.
(Spiffy Break)
Ackerley laughed, the sound braying as he taunted Luna with her own wand. "Who's gonna get it back for you, huh, Loony? Tell me that and I'll give it to you!"
Luna was on the verge of tears, surrounded by a circle of sneering housemates. Blaise had concealed himself behind a suit of armor, and was growing increasingly angry. HE nearly snarled as Ackerley tossed Luna's wand to Corner.
"Come on, Loony! Fetch!" Corner tossed the wand to Goldstein, and Blaise shook his head, watching her wand arch in the air.
"Bugger this." He muttered, stepping out from behind the armor with his wand drawn. "Accio wand!" It immediately changed its direction, and began barreling towards him. He caught it easily, and every eye in the corridor was trained on him. Instead of feeling uncomfortable, he smirked, clearly enjoying the attention. "What's this? A murder of crows?" He drawled.
The Ravenclaws merely blinked at him, and Luna's eyes were shiny with something akin to admiration. He wanted to preen. "Lovegood, come get your wand, will you?"
Luna moved forward, trying hard not to quail under the furious stares of her housemates. 'Traitor' their eyes said, and one of them even hissed, "Slut."
Blaise handed her the wand as she reached him, and wrapped an arm around her waist. "If I hear of any of you so much as touching Lovegood again, you'll become dinner at the Leaving Feast, understand?" Several nods. Blaise let the silence drag for a long moment, before he smirked. "Boo!"
The Ravenclaws scattered.