Disclaimer: Like said, plot mine. J.K. Rowling's people...

Peace Treaty


He wandered around Diagon Alley, peering into shop windows for some clue of what the muggle way of losing weight was. He knew he was being stupid. Why look in a wizard's shopping alley for something muggle? But Blaise didn't know anything about the muggle world except handling money and buying things that girls like Andrea wanted. He didn't give a rat's ass about muggle items so why bother knowing about them?

His eyes lit up. The bookshop, your source for anything and everything, wizard or muggle alike. He eyed "Wymocks" with new determination on his face. His answer would definitely be in there. He strode across the street, his stride long and purposeful.

Pushing at the door, Blaise let it hit the bell before it swung back into its frame. Other than the lone redheaded woman in aisle "Cooking for Hopeless Beginners", the store seemed to be completely empty. Blaise walked up and down the aisles, scanning all the books for anything muggle as he went.

He had never realized how interesting muggles could actually be. The books resting on the shelves proved that. Blaise eyed the book "Muggles: The difference between toy cars and cars". He didn't know if that book would be of help in his current situation. Blaise moved on down the aisle. "Welcome to the Bathroom" looked like an interesting read. He ventured further into the bookshop, stopping every now and then to gaze at a book that might help him.

"Oh, it's only you." A soft voice drifted over to him and he turned around to face the same redheaded woman he had seen in the cooking section earlier. "I never thought I'd live to see the day that Blaise Zabini would be browsing the muggle section of a book store."

Blaise raised an eyebrow at her. And who was this? She was quite a small female, almost half the size of him and only came up to his shoulder height. She had fiery red hair and light blue eyes. A faint sprinkle of freckles lay over her small nose. The woman squirmed under his intense gaze.

"Weaselette?" He eyed her with surprise. She had grown over the last 5 years. Well, not grown. She had matured and filled out quite nicely, but otherwise, she still maintained her small frame. Blaise looked at her shrewdly. Her temper on the other hand…

"I would appreciate it if you called me using my name? You aren't the only one with a name you know." Her face turned slightly red as she glared at him and folded her arms across her chest. No, her temper hadn't changed at all.

Blaise stared at her blankly. Name… Oh god, he had forgotten her name. What was her name? He racked his brain, beating himself up for forgetting her name. He wouldn't be the only one beating him up for forgetting such a thing… He glanced at her. No, he wouldn't be. Oh god, what was it?

"Right, Weasley is it?" Blaise could feel sweat appearing on his skin.

"It's Ginny you dope!" She slapped him lightly on the arm.

So that was it, Ginny. He grinned. Saved by sheer luck. "So, what are you doing here? I saw you in the cooking section earlier… Are you really that hopeless?" He saw her stiffening. "I didn't mean it that way, of course. I always thought you were beyond hopeless so being hopeless is a better thing…" Blaise trailed off uncertainly and backed away into a bookshelf. He didn't mean it that way either…

Ginny shot him the most vicious glare she could muster and turned her back on him. Blaise sighed. At least he wasn't getting slapped for it. Oh no. Not slapped, but much worse. Ginny turned around slowly, her eyes as red as her hair. She was holding a thick tome in her petite and pale hands. No, definitely not slapped.

"You complete despicable, idiotic, moronic moron!" The book came crashing onto his shoulder, and Blaise stumbled under the force. "You're going down!"

Blaise dodged the next blow. "I'm not hopeless at all you freak! If it's one thing I'm good at, it's killing people like you with a book!

Ginny's next shot with the book landed on his back and he fell onto the ground. She dropped the book and hopped onto his back, jumping with all the force she had. "And it wouldn't hurt you to know that I'm the manager of this store!" She continued to pound his back with her slightly dirty Converse shoes.

Not hurt to know? It hurt like hell! Blaise groaned in pain as the shoes continued to sign their autograph into his back.When Ginny launched herself back upwards for another attack, he rolled out from under her and tackled her when she touched down.

"And it wouldn't hurt you to know that knowing you were the manager did indeed hurt!" He pinned her face down on the floor and straddled her back, locking her arms by her side with his legs.

"You'll die Zabini!" Ginny bent her knees and sent both her feet flying into his back. She continued her newly discovered attack.

"God, can't you stop picking on my back, kid?" He laid himself flat on her back where her feet couldn't reach him. "I'm not a kid! Get yourself off me!" She struggled under his weight.

"Look, I didn't mean what I said. I was only joking. I'm sorry." When she continued to shift under him he continued. "I'll treat you out to dinner alright? Any restaurant you want, anything you want if we can stop this. Deal?" She stopped.

"Fine." Her muffled reply drifted from the floor. "Now get my face out of the carpet." Blaise chuckled, slid off her back and pulled her off the floor.

"For someone who's 21, you're as light as a cheesecake." He handed her the tome. "Cheesecakes aren't light you idiot, they're probably 80 percent saturated fat." Blaise didn't have a clue what saturated fat was, so he ignored her quiet comment. "I'd bet anyone could mistaken you for a kid." He murmured to her while she brushed off her clothes. Blaise tried to hide the twitching of his lips. "It's only that area which would prove otherwise." He gestured towards the slight bulge around her chest area.

The next thing Blaise knew, a small but dangerous looking fist was flying towards his face with amazing speeds.

"Pervert!" Ginny's fist landed with deadly accuracy, and soon enough, blood was dribbling out of Blaise's nose. He cupped his face. "What was that for?" He glared at her over his fingers.

She rolled her eyes. "Like you wouldn't know. Does it hurt?" She stepped closer to him.

"Yes, it hurts like hell!" He shuffled away from her before she could inflict more damage on him.

"Good. Now let's get this cleaned up." After a few waves and incantations, all the blood had disappeared and the condition of Blaise's nose was back to normal.

He glared at her. What a sadistic little girl. He could see that she enjoyed seeing others in pain. "Alright. Be here by 6:30 tonight to pick me up for that dinner you promised me. Don't forget and dress in muggle clothes. Make sure it's formal and bring a lot of Muggle money. You'll be needing it." A bossy little girl too. He watched her retreat back towards the entrance of the bookshop, then remembered the reason why he was here in the first place.

"Wait up, Weaselette!" He caught up to her. She sighed and turned around. "What do you want, Zabini?" He stared at her. "You took up Muggle studies back in Hogwarts didn't you?" She nodded slowly. "Yes…" Blaise smiled brightly. "I'll take you out some more if you can you teach me how to lose weight the muggle way?"