Chapter4 – Getting To Know You – Blaise's POV

Draco pressed Ginny back into the wall beside the entrance with his hips and held her there, his lips running up and down her neck.

I rolled my eyes, conjured my magazine, and sat back down on the sofa I had been previously sitting on.

Gin moaned really loudly and I turned to see that Draco had his leg between her thighs. I shook my head and tried really hard to think of the guys in my magazine rather than the pair making out by the door.

I was horrified to hear a zipper opening. I looked and was thankful that it was only Ginny's jumper, but I really didn't want to witness what was next.

"Ahem!" I coughed loudly. Draco flipped me off without turning his head away from her neck.

"Excuse me ladies!" I said loudly. "When the clothing starts coming off, it is time to move into an empty room. Preferably with a bed, for your own comfort."

Ginny spun Draco around and now had him pinned to the wall while she unfastened his robes, completely ignoring me.

"I'll drag you! Don't make me come over there!" Her hands went lower and lower until they reached his pants.

"Oh no. No way. Stop!" I jumped up and pulled her off him, breaking their kiss.

"What!" asked Ginny.

I pointed to Draco's partially unfastened pants.

She laughed, "Oh, sorry…" before grabbing him by his tie and dragging him into his room.

I sighed and slowly walked back over to my seat, not really in the mood for looking at the magazine any more.

Finnegan was the only other gay guy I knew of at Hogwarts. There were quite a few hot ones; Draco was one of them, and it scared me how much that Weasley kid turned me on. I guess I just have a thing for red hair or something. But let's face it; they're all straight so I don't have a chance.

I have never even been in a relationship before, and I've yet to kiss a guy.

"Oh, Merlin, Draco!"

Oh, for the love a Merlin. I jumped up and banged loudly on Draco's bedroom door. "Haven't you two ever heard of a silencing charm!" I yelled. I quickly cast one and went back to my seat in silence to moan in self pity some more.

The next day, I walked into transfiguration, only to see (to my great disgust) that there was no teacher present and Potter and Granger were making out against the back wall. I almost gagged.

I happened to turn my gaze towards Weasley, who was sitting in the back row, at the same moment he turned towards me.

For some unknown reason, my heart raced. And then, it was like a blaring siren in my head. My gaydar went off. Loudly.

My jaw dropped. 'Wait…' I thought. 'Maybe my gaydar is off today…'

I looked around the room to see if it randomly went off at anyone else. 'Nope…just Finnegan, as usual'

So, it would appear as if the Boy Wonder's little friend is a fag, then. Awesome. This was going to be so much fun.

I walked over and dropped into the seat next to him. "Looks like you're going to be lonely today, with the lovebirds sitting together and all…" I said.

He gave me a 'Why the hell are you talking to me' look and replied, "I suppose."

"How would you like a new seat buddy?" I asked.

"Uh…" He didn't seem to have an answer.

"Oh go on, it'll be fun. We won't pay attention, we'll never study, and we'll both just barely scrape an 'acceptable'," I tried to persuade him.

"Erm…alright. As long as you're not some freaky, twisted, backwards spy or something."

I faked a shocked expression and sarcastically said, "I'm offended you would think such a thing of me."

I put my books down on the table and leaned back in the chair, pullinga small mirror out of my pocket and starting to fix my hair.A few seconds before McGonagall walked in, Potter and Granger slid into their seats at the table in front of us, both eyeing Weasley strangely but not saying anything.

When McGonagall began her lecture, I extended my hand towards Weasley. "Blaise Zabini. Call me Blaise," I said.

"Ron, then, Blaise," he replied, shaking my hand with a friendly smile.

'So, the kid can actually be civil when you're not threatening him or making fun of his mother,' I thought.

I pulled my cleverly disguised magazine out of my book bag, and balanced it, closed, on my lap. I pulled a piece of parchment from my bag, and a quill and ink, and put them on the book. I wrote;

So, have you any idea what she's going on about?

And he responded;

I haven't a clue, have you?

Of course not, I've got much more interesting things to think about.

Well, I suppose to be completely fair, there isn't much out there that's less interesting to think about… but what are you thinking about?

I can't tell you, it's top secret.

Ah, so you are a spy then?

Hah, not quite what I was thinking. I think you'll find out soon enough.

He eyed me strangely, but McGonagall had started firing random questions at the class so we decided to pay attention for a while.

"Ok, I'm going to hand out these tea cups that I have previously transfigured from mice, and you turn them back. Ok? Go."

I found myself with a teacup in front of me and no idea how to turn it back into a mouse.

"So… I suppose you didn't catch the part where she told us what to do, did you?" I asked hopefully.

"Nope," he replied. He turned towards Granger and whispered, "Hey, Mione!"

I jabbed him in the ribs. "No! I am not accepting help from Granger. I'll look it up. Just wait."

"Oh, got a problem with her do you?" he asked angrily.

"Only that it would insult my Slytherin pride to accept help from a Gryffindor… as you should know."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Look it up." He leaned back into his seat, arms crossed over his chest.

'Damn, he looks sexy when he's pissed,' I thought.

I flipped open my book and began absently scanning for 'Reverse Transfiguration.'

"So, Weas- er…Ron… any personal secrets you'd like to share with me?" I asked conversationally.

He squinted at me. "What?" he asked.

"Oh, you know. Juicy details on your love life…"

"Haven't got a love life," he grumbled.

"Alright, your sex life then."

"Nope, no sex life either."

"Waiting for the right girl then, I assume?" I asked.

"Never mentioned a girl," he muttered, almst to quietly to be heard, but I caught it.

'So I was right…'

"So, you're into guys too, then?" I asked, still sounding conversational.

The lok on his face clearly said; 'Oh, Merlin. Oh, shit shit shit. He heard me,' before he re-thought what I'd said.

"Wait…did you say 'too'?" he asked, sounding shocked.

'So…somebody's gaydar isn't quite hooked up right yet,' I thought.

I wiggled my eyebrows at him, and his jaw dropped.

I lauged and turned my eyes back to the text in front of me.