Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling. I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until Book 6.
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Blaise was a little surprised on Thursday to find that he once again had the pleasure of supervising both Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley during detention. Malfoy, who had finally thrown off that innuendo spell, would be making an inhibition potion – another component that went toward Veritaserum. Ginny Weasley was to test it, according to Snape's instructions.
"This will get that little chit back," snarled Draco as he stirred the cauldron in front of him. "I can't believe that bloody spell made me say those thing and then she had the audacity to mock me with that bloody limerick. I've heard her singing it to herself in the hall yesterday!"
Blaise chuckled. "Still I don't know what you hope to get out of this."
"Embarrass her as much as humanly possible."
"So this has nothing to do with your wounded, ah, jewels?"
"You will never mention that again," hissed Draco.
"Touchy," Blaise said sitting at the desk. "I think she's gotten under your skin since that whole bat-boogey hex in fifth-year."
"I told you to never speak of that again!"
"Am I interrupting something?" came Ginny Weasley's voice from the doorway. "I can always skip detention if that's the case."
"Not so lucky Miss Weasley," Blaise said motioning for her to come in. "You are late though."
"Sorry I had some issues."
Draco snorted. "That's an understatement."
Ginny glared at him before turning to Blaise. "So what am I to do tonight then?"
"Actually just sit and wait for a bit I'm afraid. Snape has determined that your detention will consist of you being a guinea pig of sorts."
"I'm not trying any of my brothers' creations from their store."
"No," Blaise said smiling. "Draco must make an inhibitions potion and you will test it."
"Is that really safe?"
"Nothing to worry your ugly red head about Weasley. Snape wouldn't let us poison a fellow student even if there are a Gryffindor," snapped Draco.
"Fine I'll just sit here until it's done then," she said motioning to a desk near the middle of the classroom.
"Fine," Blaise said wondering how exactly the potion was going to effect the youngest Weasley.
A half hour later a purple haze mushroomed out of the cauldron. Quickly Draco grabbed two viles and filled them both up with the liquid. He placed one on Snape's desk and inspected the other.
"Come here Weasley."
"Such manners," Ginny said sarcastically as she walked up to where the cauldron was.
"Here," Draco said putting the vile in her hand. "Drink up every drop."
"Bottoms up," she said gulping the vial.
"We can only hope," smirked Malfoy at her choice of phrases.
The two boys watched as Ginny started coughing. She turned around and hunched before the fit subsided.
"Now is there anything you would like to do or say?" smirked Draco as he watched Ginny's discomfort.
Ginny turned around and looked up at Blaise, a feral smile upon her face.
"You know Blaise you would look absolutely yummy if you must didn't shave for a day or two and get a nice little stubble. It would make you look very distinguished," she purred.
"Stubble?" Blaise said numbly as he watched Ginny sashay toward him. What in Merlin's name!
"It would make you look like Scott Corbin. He's this tasty American actor from New York," sitting herself on the corner of the desk.
"A muggle actor?" said Draco incredibly, surprised that Ginny hadn't even glanced at him.
"He's very delicious," Ginny purred climbing up on the desk and leaning down to whisper in Blaise's ear. "Did you really think Ron and Harry wouldn't give me the antidote beforehand? Why did you think I was late getting here? Now do be a good boy and play along."
"Yes my lady," Blaise said still reeling in shock as Ginny pulled back from him with a satisfied smirk on her face.
"Umm," Ginny said stretching her arms up as she slid off the desk in front of Draco, giving him a nice view of her front before she put her arms back down. "As lovely as this has been I do think I should be going now."
"You can't," Malfoy's voice jumped a bit before he regained his control. "The detention is not over yet."
"Oh I believe it is," purred Ginny as she ran a finger down Draco's chest as he shifted uncomfortably. "You see I don't want to be here anymore and you can't stop me, not even if you tie little old me up."
Blaise saw Draco's breath hitch a bit. "Perhaps then I'll have to use some handcuffs then."
"Nope!" Ginny beamed brushing up against Draco. "They don't work either. I can escape just ask Blaise!"
Still reeling in shock, Blaise looked up at the mention of his name to see Draco's eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at him.
"Isn't that right Blaise?" Ginny asked sweetly as she turned and sent a quick glare his direction too.
"Yes, that's right. Bloody brilliant too," he said, having no idea what in the world was going on. He figured that he must have said the right thing because Ginny Weasley just smiled brightly at him, although Draco looked murderous.
"Zabini and I will have to discuss how he came about that knowledge at a later time," growled Draco. "But you're still not going anywhere I don't care if I have to tether you to the desk!"
"Never done that before," Ginny said batting her eyelashes, "though I do expect it wouldn't hurt to chew through the straps."
She clicked her teeth at this just as the door swung open.
"What are you all still doing here?" snapped Snape. "Haven't you finished with the inhibitions potion yet?"
"We tested it on Miss Weasley, though I expect she's still feeling the effects of the potion sir," Draco said taking ahold of Ginny's arm. "I think it may be best if I escort her back to her dormitory."
Snape nodded. "Did you bottle a sample for me to test its merits as well?"
"Yes sir. It is on your desk."
"Good, make sure Miss Weasley gets back to her dormitory then."
Draco smiled. "Of course," he said before leading Ginny out of the room, his hand still on her arm dragging her. Blaise watched them go his mind in a slight haze.
"Your detention is over for tonight as well Mr. Zabini, as such I expect you to get out of my chair immediately," snapped Snape.
Blaise nodded silently as he got up and made his way to the door. He stopped midway and came back to stand in front of the potion master as he now sat behind his desk.
"Professor may I ask you a question unrelated to potions?" Blaise asked timidly.
"I don't know why you'd bother but yes if you must."
"I didn't pay much attention in Care of Magical Creatures, but do you know if it's normal for gryffins to play with their food before they eat it?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"If I knew the answer it may help me make sense of something sir."
"Then yes, Mr. Zabini. In my dealings with gryffins it seems that they do idiotically like to play with their food prior to digestion."
"Thank you sir," Blaise said making his way back to the door.
"Oh and Mr. Zabini," Snape said as Blaise opened the door. "It might be best if Mr. Malfoy knew that as well – that piece of information is especially true for red gryffins with older brothers seem to be particularly fierce."
Blaise almost let a chuckle escape. "I will sir."
He was on his way back to the Slytherin dormitory when he nearly tripped on a large object in the hallways. Looking down he saw Draco in a fetal position, holding himself.
"What happened to you?"
"That scarlet tart kneed me again," moaned Draco.
"You know Draco I'd be careful," Blaise warned as he helped his housemate off the floor. "Keep this up and you'll go sterile."
Malfoy snorted, "Then the only way I'll be able to have an heir is by sleeping with one of those fertile Weasleys."
"Funny, you don't seem like Ron's type."
"Shut up Blaise," Draco winced as he took a tentative step forward. "Just you wait and see."
"Yeah I'll wait and see Ginny Weasely castrate you."
"This isn't over," winced Draco as he tried to walk away. "I'll win this game of cat and mouse yet."
"Yeah, but you do realize that in all probability you're the mouse right?"
"A Malfoy is not to be toyed with," Draco said sternly.
"Does she know that?" Blaise chuckled.