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"Okay, so I was thinking of putting these two against a full spread, then the other three on a half spread," Emma said as she laid the pictures out on the table.

"Sure, but what if we swap this picture with this one and put that on the full spread," Brian, her boss, told her, "That way there no symmetry."

Emma looked down at the rearranged photos, he was right, none of the photos looked the same now.

"Sounds good," She replied, picking up a folder.

"Okay, once your done, they need to be taken over to Witch Weekly, Melissa

Hargrove will be waiting for them," Brian told her, before exiting into his office.

Emma nodded, but ignored the comment, Witch Weekly could wait, first she was going to show Blaise and Hermione, since they had a right to see them.

"And this is your room," Blaise said as they came to the last room in the apartment. Harry had been back almost a week now, and he finally decided to take Blaise up on his offer, at least for a while.

Harry followed him into the bedroom; it was decorated simply, like the rest of the apartment, but still had a homely touch to it.

Blaise watched as Harry put his trunk down and looked around the room. Harry had barely spoken to him the whole afternoon. He glanced at his watch, finally noticing the time.

"Uh, Harry, I have to go, some meeting in my office," He paused as Harry looked at him, "I think Hermione said she'd stop by with Ginny later,"

Harry nodded, as Blaise disappeared before his eyes with a soft pop.

Once Blaise was gone, Harry decided to look around the apartment again, since he hadn't really taken in what Blaise was telling him throughout the tour.

There was the kitchen; it had a small table in one corner, which had a few piles of paper on it. He picked on up, finding it was a letter to Blaise from the current Minister. He put it back down and opened the fridge. It was quite empty, only containing a half empty bottle of orange juice and a jug of water, Harry realised that Blaise must be too busy to eat and drink at home.

He moved into the lounge, it was clear that Hermione had helped him to decorate it. The walls were a pale cream and a bookshelf covered most of one wall. A fireplace stood at the other end on the room, with photos along it mantle piece. A long leather couch and two matching armchairs were situated around a coffee table in the centre of the room.

He walked down the hallway that connected the bedrooms to the rest of the apartment. The bathroom was opposite his room and was clean (Hermione's doing) with white and blue tiles. The room next to it was Blaise's, but Harry didn't feel the need to go into his room. finally he came to the last room of the apartment. It was opposite Blaise's room and Harry vaguely remembered Blaise saying it was his study, but he never used it.

Harry opened the door to find Blaise's home office. In the middle of the room sat a dark wooden desk, while a large leather chair sat behind it. The desk too was covered in papers and two of the four walls were covered in books. The third wall was a large window and gave Blaise the view of the street. Harry turned so he could see what was on the wall where the door was. He found himself facing various framed photos. Blaise and Hermione on a picnic, Draco, Ginny and Hermione, Blaise and Ron and so on. Finally Harry looked at photo and a lump formed in his throat. It was the second order. Harry sat between Draco and Ron, but it wasn't the Harry that Harry remembered (if that makes sense). This Harry looked tired and empty.

A knock on the door, Broke Harry away from his thoughts.

Once again, Emma stood in the hallway, knocking on the door of her cousin's apartment. Her black bag containing the photos she had taken earlier in the week.

She waited impatiently for her cousin to open the door, hoping he was home. She realised then it would have been more practical to go to his office.

With a quick pop, she vanished. Just as the door to the apartment was opened.

Harry stood in the doorway of Blaise's apartment. No one was there, even though he swore he had heard a knock on the door.

Sighing he closed the door gently, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and made his way back into his bedroom.

"What about purple Gin?" Hermione asked holding up a dark purple silk dress.

Ginny scrunched up her face, and Hermione quickly hung the dress back up on the rack.

"Okay, green?" she suggested, she knew green was Draco's favourite colour, but whether or not Ginny would use it as her bridesmaid dresses was another matter.

"No," Ginny said sighing, they had been looking at dresses for at least three hours now, and she couldn't find anything that she thought was perfect.

"Well, what colour then?" Hermione demanded.

"I don't know," she replied in a small voice.

"Gin, what's wrong?" Hermione said gently, she put her hand on the red heads arm.

"Nothing," Ginny said, turning away from the brunette, " I just want to find your dress,"

Hermione watched as she looked through the dresses, she finally picked one up, a hideous mustard yellow colour, although the design was perfect.

"Excuse me," Ginny said moving toward the counter, "May my friend please try this on?"

The woman nodded, and showed them to the fitting rooms.

Hermione put the dress on, wondering what on earth Ginny was thinking, picking a dress this colour. She looked in the mirror, apart from the colour the dress looked all right, it was fitted and rouched on the top half, while the bottom, the skirt part, hung loosely to her hips, reaching just below her knees.

"Ginny, you really like this colour?" Hermione asked, steeping out of the change room. Ginny laughed at her, but turned to the woman. Hermione couldn't hear what they were saying but once they were finished the shop owner flicked her wand toward Hermione, and the dress was no longer mustard yellow, instead it was a mixture of silver and pale mint green.

"I'd already picked the colour, Mione, I just had to find the right dress," Ginny told her.

Hermione looked in the mirror, the dress looked amazing now.

Ron Weasley sat in his coach's office. Nervousness was taking over him, he had never been called in her by himself before.

"Weasley," Coach Necre's voice filled the room. Ron stood as the short, balding man sat behind his desk, how he became the coach of any quidditch team, let alone the Chudley Cannon's was beyond Ron, but then again, they had never been better since he had coached them.

"Coach," Ron said nervously.

"No need to be scared, Weasley, your not in trouble," Necre looked at him as he sat back down.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

"Next weekend is the big Witch Weekly party, the Chudley Cannon's need a representative, your going." Necre told him sternly.

Ron nodded as the coach passed him an envelope.

"Inside are two tickets," He told him, "I suggest you don't mention it to Cheryl,"

Ron blushed at the mention of the new trainer.

"Is that all Coach?" He asked, taking the envelope, standing up.

"That's all," Necre replied, picking up another stack of papers.

"Excuse me, Mr. Zabini, you have a visitor," His secretary told him, interrupting the meeting.

"Tell them to make an appointment," Blaise told her crossly, before turning back to the officials from the ministry.

"It's your cousin, Sir, she says it's urgent," the secretary told him, exiting the boardroom.

Blaise followed her out of the room and into his office, slightly pale.

"Emma, what is what's happened?" He asked breathlessly, he felt as if all the ir had been sucked out of his lungs.

Once Blaise's secretary had left, Emma simply smiled at him.

'Nothing's wrong, Blaise," She said slowly, "I had something to show you, and your secretary said you'd been in that meeting for ages, so we decided you need a break."

"Oh," Blaise said, relaxing slightly, he sat in his chair on the other side of the desk, "well, what did you want to show me/"

"The photos," Emma said happily, reaching into her black bag, "I forgot to bring them Tuesday,"

Blaise looked at the photos carefully. Finally he came to on of just Hermione, sitting at his desk, he didn't remember her posing for that one.

"You can have that," Emma aid glancing at the picture, "I took it for you,"

Blaise nodded.

"How is Hermione anyway?" Emma asked.

"She's good," Blaise, replied, "she's looking at bridesmaid's dresses with Ginny Weasley today,"

"Really, I thought she'd be looking at wedding dresses," Emma replied, confused, "Has she recovered from Tuesday yet?"

"It's not for our wedding," Blaise replied, "She had a great time, although I'm not sure if she's ready to face Jimmy's extra-exploding snap again,"

"Yeah, Mum went off at him for that once you guys had left," Emma said with the mention of her younger brother, "Your parents are proud of you, did you hear them say 'We knew they were meant for each other as soon as we first met dear Mione, she's been the making of Blaise,'"

Blaise nodded, "Yeah, she's the daughter they never had," Blaise remarked, his parents simply adore Hermione and he was proud that he found someone they loved.

"So, how was meeting the rest of the Zabini's?" Ginny asked, as the walked along the street to Blaise's apartment.

"It was great," Hermione replied, "I mean I had met his parents before so that was just the same, but his cousins and his aunt lived in Australia for the last ten or so years, it was a bit different?"

"How so?" Ginny asked as she opened the door to Blaise's building.

"Well, they were just so carefree, I mean not like your family, they were just so much more in your face," Hermione explained, "Emma was okay, but I'd met her before, but her younger brother James, try Fred and George times four, and their mother, I didn't know when she reminded me of your mum,"

Finally they came to Blaise's apartment, and Hermione slipped her key into the door.

"So, now that I'm living with Draco and your finally marrying the man of your dreams, there's no need for you to stay in our apartment," Ginny said changing the subject, "have you discussed you moving in yet?"

'Not since last time," Hermione said, mentioning the row they had had when Blaise suggested she move in with him, "But Harry's staying with him, remember,"

Ginny nodded, she and Draco had seen Harry a couple of times since he had returned and things were slowly turning back to normal.

"Harry?" Hermione called, putting the shopping down on the kitchen table.

"So, do you want to come with me?" Ron asked Harry again.

Ron had flooed him at Blaise's apartment about half an hour ago, and Harry had been expecting it to be Hermione and Ginny.

"Harry?" Hermione's voice called out to him.

"Um, I'll think about it," Harry replied, "Hermione and your sister are here,"

"Okay, well tell me by tomorrow night," Ron said and his head disappeared form the fireplace.

"Harry?" Hermione's voice came, and Harry turned around finding her in the door way, "I bought some food," she continued, "Me and Ginny are about to have lunch, do you want anything?"

Harry nodded and followed her into the kitchen, where Ginny was already making sandwiches.

"I still can't believe Blaise forgot to buy food or you," Hermione said as she put the shopping away.

'Who were you talking to?" Ginny asked Harry suddenly.

"Ron, he want's me to go to some quidditch thing with him," Harry replied, opening cupboard to look for plates.

"Oh," came Ginny's reply. Harry watched as Hermione flicked her wand and the papers that filled the table organised themselves into a neat pile, before Ginny placed the plate on the table.

"What quidditch thing?" Hermione asked, taking a sandwich off the plate Ginny had set on the table.

"I don't know, he mentioned something about Witch weekly, I don't know if I'm going to go," Harry said as the three of them finally sat down, "what did you guys do today?"

"We found Mione's bridesmaid dress," Ginny said proudly, "She looked perfect,"

Finally, Blaise closed his briefcase and stood up, away from his desk. The meeting had ended shortly after Emma had left, but he had stayed back to write replies to some of the letters that had been sent to him earlier. It had taken him longer than he had expected, as he kept getting distracted by the photo and thoughts of Hermione.

With a quiet pop, he apparated into his kitchen. Knocking into Ginny Weasley.

""Ow," She complained, taking a step back from Blaise, "What was that for?"

"Sorry," Blaise grinned sheepishly at her, he put his briefcase down on the table, noticing that it was now cleared of his papers, "Is Hermione still here?"

Ginny nodded, "We're picking out dress robes for Harry," she told him.

"What for?" he asked, opening the fridge. He closed it again, stunned at how much was in there, when he left there had only been orange juice and water.

"For my wedding," Ginny said disappearing. Blaise followed her.

"Oh yeah," He mumbled as he heard Hermione say, "I like the black ones," at that moment Blaise felt lucky that he just had to wear the robes Ginny had picked out for him and Draco.

In the lounge, he found Harry standing on his coffee table, with at least six different piles of robes, all different colours ranging from red to yellow on the floor.

"No, I like these ones," Ginny said seeing Harry in the dark green robes, "Beside, Draco and Blaise are wearing Black robes."

"Fine," Hermione said, "but I think you should wear the black robes to that party your going to with Ron," Ginny nodded in agreement.

"Blaise," Harry's voice came, it sounded slightly alarmed, "Help!"

A/N: okay there's the chapter...hope you enjoy….please REVIEW!