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Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
The reception was being held back at the hotel, outside by the pool. Ginny was looking for Blaise and that blonde guy he was sitting with. She spotted them on the other side of the room in front of the buffet table, unmistakably—the guy he was with was the only blonde man there except for Colin, but Colin was barely five feet tall, and the stranger had to be at least six foot.
She walked over to the other side of the room, and tapped Blaise on the shoulder, interrupting their conversation.
"Who's your friend, Blaise?" she asked, looking at the stranger, then Blaise, then repeating the process.
"This is—" The guy next to him put a long, skinny finger to Blaise's mouth, silencing him, and giving Ginny a smirk. Immediately Ginny recognized him.
"I'm Draco Malfoy." He shook hands with Ginny, but was staring at her chest instead of her hand. Blaise noticed this, and tried to cover up his giggle with a cough. Ginny made a face when she heard the nasty sound, then took her hand back.
"I'm Ginny Weasley." Malfoy raised his eyebrows—he should've recognized her as a Weasley. The freckled face and red-orange hair should've been a dead giveaway.
"I thought you were one of the Weasleys." This was a lie, but he had nothing better to say.
"Yes, well," she said, scraping some stray hair behind her ear, "I figured you were a Malfoy with that smirk." She smiled up at him innocently, being only at his shoulder.
"Do you remember when you talked Blaise into giving me cornrows for the Sixth and Seventh Year Formal?" he asked, finally finding something to talk about.
An evil grin spread across Ginny's face. "Yes, and you almost got your ass kicked Muggle-style by the gangsta's." She said this as if they were old friends or something, instead of being enemies since Hogwarts.
"You know, Draco," Blaise cut in, "those cornrows looked nice on you."
Draco shot him an icy look and he turned around and started piling things onto his plate at the buffet table.
Five minutes later, the three of them were sitting at a table in the corner. Blaise was pretending his spoon was a plane and trying to feed Malfoy with it, and he was playing along like a three-year-old child.
"You guys should be gay together, you know that?" Ginny suggested, staring. Blaise was now waving a hot dog in front of Draco's face.
"Come on, Draco, pretend it's that BITCH, Alexa, AND CHOP HER FUCKING HEAD OFF WITH YOUR TEETH!" Blaise's face was turning red and he was starting to get hysterical. Ginny wondered who Alexa was, and started giggling now that Malfoy was getting red and angry, too.
"What the hell is going on?" Ron asked, tapping me on the shoulder with an impatient expression on his flushed face.
"I have no idea." I held my hands up.
"Alexa's the BITCH that broke Draco's heart!" Blaise responded furiously, ripping the hot dog to shreds.
"Blaise," Colin said, having apparated behind him, "you really need to calm down."
"You're right." Blaise and Draco started taking deep breaths. Ron was staring and Ginny was giggling like mad at this point.
After the reception, the guests had been sent back home by way of the Portkey, and Blaise insisted that Draco spend the night. Well, not exactly.
"DRACO! STAY WITH ME, I'M AFRAID OF THE DARK!" Blaise screamed, holding onto Draco's ankle for dear life.
"Blaise, if you would please let go of my leg, I'll stay with you." Draco shook his leg like a dog trying to take a pee.
After the three got back to the apartment, Ginny cooked up TV dinners and popcorn while Blaise went to the nearest Muggle gas station and bought two six-packs of Heineken and Draco made a little fort in the living room.
Later on, Draco, Blaise, and Ginny were inside the tent, completely sloshed. Ginny was (loudly) humming the theme song to Saved by the Bell, and Blaise was painting a picture of the three of them, Hermione, Gabrielle, and Colin all holding hands. Ginny looked at the painting, giggled, and fell asleep on Blaise's shoulder, just as Malfoy opened his mouth to speak.
"Hey Ginny, I like you like I like, uh…" He started to drool, and Blaise poked his temple.
"She's like, sleeping right now, but umm, you can like, call back later or something." One of Blaise's eyes was half-closed and one eye opened.
"Yeah, umm."
The two fell asleep, and none of it was remembered.
