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A/N: iv decided th if I don't get 3 reviews im cutting the story. Srry. Well on w/ the story!

Pen Against Sword: And since I type at light speed and Serpent doesn't and I just happen to be at her house spending the night, I am cowriting and tying it. So, some of the ideas are mine, such as: the frisking (you'll see), Spade (Who come in the next chapter), and the pick up lines. There may be some other things, but for now, I am not too worried about it.

Reminds Me of That Night

Draco reluctantly got out of the car. He was not ready for this. He would NEVER be ready for this.

"Come on, Drake. We've got a Hell to live through."

Draco couldn't help but laugh at this. It was remarkable how "up" Blaise could be even in the worst situations. It seemed impossible to put a damper on Blaise's spirits. Draco couldn't help but think that Blaise was just ecstatic about spending a minimum of four months with two very hot chicks. He couldn't say he blamed Blaise for thinking like this. I mean, he would have to question a guy's sex preference for not thinking they were hot.

He was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by Blaise's frantic tapping on his shoulder.

"Dude! Dude! That so can not be them!" He was pointing to a silver Cooper Mini that had just parked two spaces down from where they were.

The first to step out of the car was a red head. Her hair was shoulder length with a few blonde highlights. She was wearing a black spaghetti-strap shirt and light blue jeans. Her black converse sneakers thudded on the pavement as she stepped back in an attempt to drag her trunk from the baggage compartment of the car.

The driver had just stepped out and was talking animatedly on a cell-phone. Draco and Blaise could hear bits and pieces of the argument going on:

"Dad! Deep breaths! Calm down! I'm not made of glass! I won't break if I don't see you and Mum for a couple months! I can still write to you! Are you going to come get my car or not? (pause.) Okay, just making sure. I love you guys and I'll see you in a few months. Bye."

Both girls were tall, but the second girl was the tallest. She had brown, thick hair that fell almost to her shoulder-blades. It was very bushy. You could say that she had enough hair for three people. She was wearing grey skate shoes and an Evanescence concert tee. The sleeves and waist were rolled up so they would hang freely. Black blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt tied around her waist completed the outfit. She tucked her phone into her back pocket and went around to help the red head.

Draco happened to take a glance at Blaise. He was practically drooling. Draco's sniggers were quickly turned into a massive bout of coughing. Blaise's eyes were tracking every move the red-head made as she worked around the car, unloading different pieces of luggage.

The bushy-haired seemed to feel eyes on the back of her neck, for she turned suddenly, after stopping what she was doing, and looked straight at them. For some reason, her brown eyebrows shot up in surprise at seeing them. Draco couldn't understand why she seemed surprised because they had arranged to meet there months ago.

Draco smirked as something finally hit him. That wasn't just any bushy-haired girl, that was Hermione Granger, the affectionately dubbed, Gryffindor Know-It-All.

Blaise was still apparently oblivious to the fact that the red-head was obviously Ginny Weasley and Draco had a good idea that he didn't recognize the mudblood, either. He decided to play along, figuring that this may come out to be amusing.

Draco crossed his arms over his chest and followed Blaise, who was now sauntering over to the two girls in an apparently dazed manner. Draco's smirk grew as he guessed what his best friend was about to do. Oh, how the fates were cruel. He wondered which one it would be this time.

Blaise proceeded to run his fingers through his unruly mop of mahogany curls in what was supposed to be a languidly sexy way. He just managed to look as though he was highly fidgety. "Hey, that's a cute outfit. It would look nice on my floor."

Draco would have to refrain from bursting into hysterical fits of laughter that would undoubtedly involve rolling on the pavement because he did not want to soil his new clothes. That pick-up line was one that Goyle had used in Care of Magical Creatures in Third Year. Blaise had become very fond of it and Draco was surprised that he did not see that one coming beforehand.

Ginny glanced over at Hermione. She too was well aware of who the two youths were. A silent understanding past between Ginny and Hermione. They were going to have a little fun with the dear old Slytherin pervert. They were going to play his little "game".

Ginny suddenly found herself thinking about her last little "encounter" with the obnoxious bastard. It wasn't a time she really wanted to forget. When she was depressed that moment of pure enjoyment made her feel better. It was one of the best moments of her life. It was also the moment she proved that you just don't provoke a Weasley. She didn't need magic to make him wish he had never made a move on her.

FLASHBACK

Ginny stood at the top of the stairs waiting patiently for Lavender to finally say "goodnight" to Dean. Blaise stalked down the stairs silently. He was like a panther stalking its prey. He reached the landing that Ginny was on and wrapped his arms around her thin waist. Ron didn't even have time to charge up the stair to rip the Zabini jack-ass apart before he went sprawling down the stairs in a heap. The only thing that could be heard besides the thud of a body on the stone floor as Ginny walking slowly down the stairs and her cool menacing yet feminine voice say: "Blaise Zabini, if you ever decide to pull a stunt life that again, there will be nothing left TO throw down the stairs." All Blaise could do was shudder.

END FLASHBACK

Ginny chuckled inwardly as she thought of the Zabini guy's tan form lying in a heap at the bottom of the staircase. She had to say that the guy was okay in the looks department. He had loose curly brown hair and a well toned body from Quiditch. He wore a pair of khaki and worn pants with a black t-shirt that said "Want Some?" on the front. To top it off he was wearing dark green and black Vans skate shoes. She chuckled inwardly again. She might as well make good use of this.

Draco stood back and watched Blaise make a complete idiot of himself. This would be a VERY entertaining few months. He watched as Blaise picked up the Weasley's luggage out of the trunk of Granger's car. Blaise, being his stupid and perverted self, was still blinded by his "desire" and stupidity to realize who he was speaking to. Draco just kept watching as Blaise put their entire luggage on a trolley and spoke to them again:

"So about my little statement earlier…"

Ginny giggled and Hermione rolled her eyes. Ginny whispered something in his ear and Blaise's eyes grew about three sizes. Draco didn't catch what she said but the just thinking about what the little redheaded fire ball was capable of was enough to make him cringe. Three words: Bat Bogey Curse.

What Ginny said next did make Draco and Hermione burst into hysterical laughter. Just two short sentences and the great Blaise Zabini nearly passed out: "Not on your life bud. To bad there's not a stair case anywhere near here."

Hermione had just about collapsed and was leaning on the car for support. She then heard something had never heard in her entire life. Draco Malfoy was laughing. Sure Hermione laugh maniacally, cynically, and snigger slightly but never full out and real laughter.

Blaise's astonished cry erupted through the entire parking lot. "GINNY!?" Ginny simply nodded and said, "Come on 'Mi. We have a plane to catch." Together, they pushed the trolley to the front door and went in. Draco and Blaise were in short pursuit.

Ginny let the doors close in Blaise's face and walked to the counter to stand my Hermione. She glanced back. Draco was still laughing hysterically at Blaise who was looking sulky. They handed in their tickets and passports. Then each walked through the wonderful contraption called an airport security system.

Hermione went through first. She past with no trouble. Next, was Blaise who past with no trouble. Then, Ginny who was caught with a nail file. Then last was the fun part. Draco.

Draco walked through the metal detector clearly forgetting the sword tucked under his backpack and the dagger in his boot. Every alarm in the entire airport went off. Blaise realized what Draco was in possession of first. He started laughing out loud. Hermione nudged him and asked him what was so funny. He whispered: "Draco has a dagger and a sword on him. Unlike me, he forgot to disguise them by magic."

Hermione couldn't help it. She had to laugh too. She passed it to Ginny. Pretty soon, the whole group was in hysterics.

They drug Draco off to a back room and watched five people go in. In five to seven minutes five came out. Hermione tapped Blaise on the shoulder and he bent down to hear her. He nodded and stepped in front of her, blocking her from view. With a "pop", she apparated to the room Draco was in.

Now Draco had never been happy to see Granger, but this was an exception. He also wanted to be nice and not push his luck. At the moment his fate was in her hands. "Granger!? Thank Merlin! Why'd they send you? Oh well. At the moment, they could have sent anybody to get me out."

"Draco, listen to me. Have they taken your sword yet? If they haven't, then we can still get you off scot-free."

"They haven't. I'm listening. Before you work your magic, literally, can you please get these damn chains loser!?"

"Yeah, sure." She muttered a spell and the chains loosened. "Now where are they? I can disguise them so they won't no what they are. Then they can't arrest you for anything because there's no evidence."

"One is in my left boot and the other is in a hidden scabbard behind my backpack. Wait, how did you know about them?"

"Blaise told me so I would be able to help you. Alright, done."

She slid the dagger back into his boot and the sword back into its sheath.

"Granger?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you do me two really big favors? The first one is tell Blaise I am going to kill him for not reminding me to disguise my stuff. The second is pull the gold bag out of my back pocket. It's got wizard money and muggle money in it. Take out the muggle money and put it back in my pocket. Take the rest with you."

"Okay. The things I do for you!"

The door clicked and Hermione apparated back out.