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Chapter Eleven: The Tables Turn

"Oliver," Ginny said loudly from outside his room as she knocked on his door. "Can you let me in?"

The door opened and Oliver appeared, clothed only in a towel wrapped around his waist. He stepped aside as Ginny entered and quickly shut the door behind her.

"Why are you here so early in the morning, Ginny? Is everything all right?" he asked, nearing her.

Ginny shook her head in response. She had woken up early this morning alone, and had realized that she needed someone besides her. Unfortunately, Oliver was not that one. And now she had to prove it to herself and then tell him that she couldn't be with him anymore.

She swiftly crossed the narrow hallway and pushed Oliver back into the wall. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she tried to ardently kiss him. She tried to imitate with him, a kiss she now realized she could only share with Blaise.

When she pulled away she hid the disappointment that she felt. Leaving him was going to be the hardest thing she had ever had to do.

"Well I missed you too," Oliver said smugly as he pulled her into his arms. Ginny felt her feet lift off of the ground and gasped as she realized that Oliver had her cradled in his arms and was moving to his bed. He gently laid her down and was stunned when Ginny scrambled back up to her feet.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern filling his voice.

"Nothing! I—uh—I just noticed you took a shower," she stuttered. "So you're clean. I don't want to—you know. Then you'd be all sweaty and you'd have to shower. Again." Ginny stood in shock at the miserable excuse not to have sex with her fiancé.

Oliver looked at her in confusion. "I wouldn't mind," he said. "We could even take another shower. Together?" he suggested—a bold move for him.

"I have to go. Hermione expects me at breakfast in—" she paused to look at her watch. "Well, five minutes ago." She started for the door but Oliver held her back by the arm.

"What's going on Ginny?" he asked gravely.

"Not now," she insisted. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"All right," he acquiesced, bowing his head. No good would come from that meeting, he was sure. "When?" he asked after a moment of thought. "Ginny?" He lifted his head.

His room was empty.

"Sorry, Hermione," Ginny apologized as she ran over to her friend near the buffet. "I got—uh—tied up."

"Ginny!" Hermione scolded loudly. She looked around the breakfast area nervously, then pulled Ginny closer to her. "Perhaps you've forgotten, but Oliver is in the hotel! You can't be getting "tied up" with your fiancé right down the hall!" she whispered fiercely.

"Hermione!" exclaimed Ginny, pulling her arm back. "I wasn't with—" She dropped her voice, "Blaise. I was talking to Oliver."

Hermione sighed. "Come on. Let's sit down and you can tell me what happened," she said as she led Ginny to an empty table.

Ginny insisted that they eat while they talked, so quickly, they filled their plates with a variety of foods from the buffet. When they sat again Ginny took a deep breath and started her story.

"So you didn't tell him yet?" Hermione asked when Ginny finished.

"No," she grumbled in reply. "I mean, I was ready to do it. I really was. Even the kiss just made me realize how little passion we have. But then… I just couldn't do it, Hermione!" she cried out.

Hermione calmed Ginny down and then told her to get some rest. "I need to go back up to Draco's room, where he is waiting—most impatiently, I might add—for me to finish eating and return, so God knows I won't be getting much rest myself. You go lay down for the two of us, all right?" she asked with a small wink.

"All right," Ginny sighed, and the two girls parted ways.

Andrea opened her eyes to the back of Blaise's head. Her arm was tossed over his side and lay limply there. She felt him lightly adjust under her and she applied more pressure to her hold.

She had read once that men enjoyed being woken up by sexual sensations and since she was tired of resisting him, Andrea deliberately ran her hand lower down his body. He was still wearing his clothes from yesterday so she had to pause a moment on the button and zipper of his pants. As her hand fumbled for the third time she felt a larger masculine hand encase her own.

"Good Morning," she whispered close to his ear.

Blaise moved her hand from him and quickly stoop up. "Andrea, I'm with Ginny."

"Ginny's with Oliver—her fiancé—Blaise," she said tartly.

Blaise sighed and ran a hand through his wild morning hair. "Maybe," he sighed. "Maybe."

Andrea sat up on her knees and moved to the edge of the bed. She placed her hands on the front of his pants again and looked up at him with silent pleading.

"No," he said firmly. He left her on her bed as he exited the hotel room.

He was nearing the hotel diner when suddenly Andrea was by him again. He slipped her hand into the crook of his arm and looked up at him sweetly.

"Can we at least eat together? I'm starved and I hate eating alone," she pleaded.

Blaise rolled his eyes and sighed in consent. "Fine," he muttered before walking again, not bothering with the removal of her arm. She was desperate, which disgusted him, but he was too preoccupied with thoughts of Ginny and her decision to care.

Then, into his field of vision walked Ginny. She stopped at the sight of him and her eyes widened as she followed the thin arm from Blaise's elbow to Andrea's body. She eyed their symmetrically similar messy hair and rumpled clothes from the day before and instantly came to the wrong conclusion.

"Good Morning, Andrea," she tried to choke out pleasantly. "Blaise," she spat, turning to glare at him.

"Ginny," he started towards her, but Andrea held on firmly to him. He turned around. "Let go of me," he warned in a low voice. She complied resentfully and watched as Blaise approached Ginny. They talked in hush tones and she was unable to hear anything they said.

"Ginny," he whispered low enough to avoid Andrea from hearing. He took her hands in his and stared straight into her eyes. "What's going on? Are you staying with Oliver?"

Ginny pulled her hands away. "That depends," she stated. "Are you with her?" she asked viciously, nodding her head to Andrea.

"No!" he said in surprise. "Ginny, of course not. I crashed at her place because the honeymooners have taken over my suite!" he laughed which caused Ginny to smile. "Ginny," he pleaded. "You are the only one for me. I—I love you," he said for the first time.

Ginny stopped smiling and looked at Blaise seriously. She gazed into his sapphire eyes for a moment and then smiled again.

"I love you too. I told Hermione that I did, and that I would go home from this trip with you, not Oliver. But then he was here and I wasn't ready, but now I am, Blaise. Now I am."

Blaise listened to her confession and then picked her up from the ground when she was finished. He kissed her deeply and then spun her around in a circle before letting her feet touch again. When they were both stationary they kissed again and only stopped a minute later for a much needed breath.

"Let's go eat," Blaise suggested, but Ginny shook her head.

"I already did. Besides, I need to talk to Oliver."

"Good. Then can we meet up in your room in an hour or so?"

"I'll try. I don't know how long I'll be with Oliver." She lifted her hand and played nervously with the ring. "Boy, I'm going to hate giving this back," she sighed mournfully.

"Maybe one day I'll give you a new one," Blaise proposed.

Ginny looked up from her ring and kissed Blaise playfully on the nose. "Maybe."

Ginny waved goodbye to Andrea, who was glaring at her competition with hate. Blaise watched Ginny leave and then turned back to Andrea.

"Ginny," he smiled smugly, "is with me."

Andrea scoffed and brushed past him as she hurried to the buffet. Blaise smirked a Slytherin smirk and then turned to go eat, himself.

"Give me a second chance," Oliver was pleading. "I'll make you fall in love with me!"

"I don't want to fall for you, Oliver. I love someone else. I'm sorry," Ginny apologized.

"Who?" he asked

Ginny hesitated to reveal Blaise's name. Oliver was in great shape and although she had never known him to be violent, she didn't want to put anything to chance. Blaise though, she reflected, was also in good shape and could handle anything Oliver threw at him. Plus, she had sensed Oliver's jealousy when the two had met briefly the day before and wasn't going to hesitate on an oppertunity to act upon that emotion.

"Blaise," she said more confidently then she felt. "Blaise Zabini."

"Your friend I met yesterday?" Oliver sneered angrily. Then realization dawned on his face. "That's why you were upset that I came. You were cheating on me behind my back, and then I showed up to ruin your good time."

Ginny flushed and lowered her eyes. Telling him had been hard and had hurt her, but his expressions and his hurt feelings had been ten times worse on her. This last comment of his had struck a nerve and made her feel extremely selfish.

"Maybe I should go," she proposed and stood up from the edge of the bed. She glanced at Oliver and saw him holding his head in his hands.

"I would have given you anything," he muttered. "Anything."

Ginny knelt down in front of him and took his hands in hers. "I like you Oliver. But I don't love you. I never really did." For a moment she considered a chaste good-bye kiss, but then she thought better of it. Instead, she folded his hands and stood up. Then, without a second glance backwards, she left Oliver alone for the second time that day.

Oliver watched as Ginny left and then noticed something in his left hand. He opened it to find her ring. The one that was supposed to be the pair to his.

Ginny passed Blaise and Draco's room and smiled when she saw the "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging from the door. She passed without harassing the couple and continued straight to the elevator, taking it to her own room where Blaise was waiting outside.

"Did you settle everything?" he asked as she pushed her key-card into the slot and opened the door.

"I think so. But be careful, he's not to happy with you," she warned.

"So," he asked when they were in the locked room. "Do you need a distraction from your current worries?"

"That depends," Ginny smirked as she pulled her shirt up over her head. "Are you the distraction?"

"Who else?" he joked. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close, capturing her mouth in a delicate kiss.

"It's the middle of the day. Is this really at all appropriate?" Ginny asked.

"Draco and Hermione have been at it for over fifteen hours. With that activity as a comparison, you are a nun, love."

Ginny laughed. Blaise smiled and quickly scooped Ginny up into his arms. He laid her on the bed and looked down on her form. Wearing only her blue jeans and a white lace bra, she laid motionless while he examined her.

"You like?" she asked when his eyes met hers again.

"More than ever," he smirked before lowering himself to kiss her rosy lips.

Hermione looked over at Draco's rested form. When he had warned the others about not disturbing them he had been serious. He hadn't stopped touching her since their door had locked behind them. She had finally convinced his into letting her leave to eat just to be attacked once again upon her return. Now it was ten minutes until her scores were posted and she was interested if the other judges had enjoyed her as much as Draco had.

Silently, Hermione slipped out of the bed. She quickly threw on her clothes and brushed her hair. Then, as she moved to the door she heard Draco clear his throat from behind her. Hermione bit her lip and then turned to face him with a weak smile.

"Where are you going?" he demanded.

"Draco," she whined. "I'm just going to check my scores. I'll come back."

"I believe we have," he looked at the clock, "at least four hours left. Maybe five because you went to eat earlier."

"Draco! I'm leaving. You're welcome to come with me, but I'm gone," she declared as she flipped the dead bolt and slipped our of the room.

Hermione reached the elevator and took it to her floor so that she could get a change of clothes. She quietly slipped her key-card into the slot in the door handle and pushed the door open. She didn't think that Ginny would still be sleeping as Hermione had suggested, but just in case she didn't want to disturb her.

As she shuffle into the room she saw Ginny laying down on the bed. Realizing that Ginny would probably want to know her scores as well, Hermione took a step closer to wake her up. Then, from beside Ginny, Hermione saw the blankets shift and a splash of black hair adorned the pillows.

Hermione gasped as she recognized the figure as Blaise. She jolted backwards, knocking into a chair she herself had transfigured from a paper clip when she had arrived in their Vegas hotel room. The chair tipped, along with her, and the sudden noise interrupted Ginny and Blaise's sleep. They both sat up with alarming speed, trying to locate the source.

"Ginevra…" came a cold, harsh, scolding, "Molly… Weasley!"

Ginny snapped her head over to Hermione's scattered form and her eyes grew wide.

"Hermione!" she yelled, pulling the blanket up around herself.

Blaise watched in amusement as Hermione scrambled up from her disoriented position. Ginny watched in fear and nervousness as Hermione stood and advanced.

"Ginny. Get up and get dressed. We're going to go get our scores and then you have to explain this," she motioned to her two unclothed companions, "to me. Hurry!"

Ginny remained motionless until Hermione was gone, her change of clothes long forgotten. Suddenly, she scrambled out of the bed and frantically got dressed.

"You okay, love?" Blaise questioned as he dressed as well.

"Fine! I'm fine!"

"Calm down," he commanded lightly.

"I need to hurry," she explained and moved even faster. "Meet me down there?" she asked before meeting Hermione in the hall and slamming the door shut.

"Yeah, love," he said sarcastically to the empty room. "I'll be down in a bit!"

"Ginny—"

"Hermione, shut up!" Ginny yelled boldly. "I'm doing nothing wrong!"

She pulled on Hermione's arm and dragged her to the elevator. She lowered her voice to avoid attention. "I talked to Oliver already and gave him back the ring." She held up her left hand for examination. "The knows everything, and I am free to do what-or who-ever I please!"

Hermione scoffed and entered the elevator. Ginny followed and pushed the button for the Lobby. They rode in near silence, each one angry at the other. The elevator stopped and Hermione left quickly, causing Ginny to sprint after her.

"Hermione!" she gasped as her fingers closed on Hermione's wrist. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to explode like that, honestly. I understand that you are just looking out for me, but I've got this under control. Everything is out in the open."

Hermione looked down on Ginny. "I'm sorry too. I guess I am being a bit overprotective."

They quickly embraced and then held hands childishly as they raced over to where the scores were posted. The area was thick with girls trying to see how they did so Hermione and Ginny had to wait patiently for their turn. As the crowed thinned they were able to find their names on the score card.

"No way," Hermione gasped as she saw her scores. "Bloody hell, I think I'm going to pass out," she murmured jokingly and raised a hand to her forehead.

"I'll catch you," whispered a silky voice from behind her as his hands wrapped around her middle.

"I got all nine's and ten's," she whispered. "Draco, you gave me a ten!"

"Hermione!" Ginny screamed. "I'm in first!"

Hermione looked back to the sheet. "Third," she nearly cried. "This is so exciting!"

That night, as a celebration, Draco took Hermione out for dinner. He picked a small elegant Italian place that required the two to dress up. They arrived and were seated at a small table in the back where they engaged in meaningless small talk over virgin drinks; they both now knew Hermione's low-alcohol tolerance all too well.

As the sober night progressed, and as they ate their dinner, talk turned from tedious to engaging upon the arrival of Luci Malice. She was seated, along with two others, at a table less than thirty feet from the married couple.

One of her companions was a young girl who looked just like Luci with her dark hair and green eyes. Hermione recognized her as another member of the pageant. Luci's other companion, a dark-haired man, was simultaneously recognized as a fellow judge by Draco.

Draco's realization that Luci was on a "date" caused him to quietly divulge what he knew of Luci's actions to Hermione. For a while they talked about how they could stop her from this blackmail. As their dinner drew to a close Hermione excused herself to the "powder room".

She was unlocking her stall door when the outside door swung open and she heard the distinctive whining voice of Luci. Being in no mood to confront the one Draco had deemed the ice-witch from Hades (however that was possible), Hermione quickly shut the door to her stall and waited for Luci to leave.

"I honestly don't understand what happened!" Luci was complaining. "One minute I was drinking that martini, and then the next minute it was all down my new dress!"

"Luci!" laughed her companion. "Your hand slipped and the drink spilt. It was no big deal!"

"Yeah, but now Jake thinks that I'm a complete idiot and he will never—"

The sound of running water covered up Luci's voice as the two girls tried to clean her dress. Hermione strained to hear their conversation but was unsuccessful until the water shut off and Luci's complaining was prominent again.

"Help me sis!" she cried. "This water isn't doing anything at all except for making me even more wet!"

"Hold on," Luci's sister sighed. Then Hermione overheard a few quick spells that undoubtedly left Luci as clean as ever.

When Hermione sat down at her table again, she saw Draco smirking.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"You missed the greatest thing," he laughed.

"What?" she asked; her news could wait a minute or two.

"I forced Luci to spill her drink all over herself. She was mortified."

"I know," Hermione admitted, trying not to look too pleased.

"You do?" Draco asked, his features dimming.

"She went to the bathroom to clean herself off."

"Ah," Draco sighed.

Then, "You used magic in public?" she scolded. "Great!" she laughed.

Draco's confusion was apparent. "Excuse me?"

Hermione lowered her voice and stretched out across the table. "I overheard Luci talking to her sister in the bathroom," she began. She backed away a little so that Draco could clearly see her smirk. "I know how to stop Luci."

When the Malfoy's arrived back at the Green Dragon, they immediately found Blaise and Ginny locked in her room. Not wanting to disturb them, Draco brought Hermione back to his own room where they spent the night "celebrating" the new information about Luci.

The next morning Draco left Hermione and the hotel room early in order to find Cassandra Poltergeist, the producer of the Witch Weekly Pageant. He bribed the man behind the counter into giving out her room number, and then he quickly took the elevator to her floor and found her door. After a moment of rapid knocking, Cassandra answered, looking slightly disheveled and extremely tired.

"Mr. Malfoy," she greeted, recognizing him instantly. "To what do I owe this early visit?"

"I'm sorry Ms. Poltergeist," apologized the handsome blond. "I had to see you as soon as possible."

Cassandra sighed and opened her door wider for him to enter. "Take a seat," she gestured behind her. After she had shut the door she joined Draco in the middle of her living area of the suite. "Can I get you anything?" she asked.

Draco shook his head. "I'm fine, but thanks."

She nodded and then collapsed into a chair yawning. "So… you had to see me?"

Draco nodded and leaned forward. "You are in charge of who is in the pageant, correct?"

"Yes, I am."

"All right. And say someone was breaking a rule…?"

"If I found out about it I would conduct a mini trial where there would be evidence, defenses, you know."

"But you would have the deciding say?" he pressed forward.

"Mr. Malfoy, do you have a point?"

"I think, or rather, I know that someone in the pageant is cheating. In more than one way."

Cassandra sat up straight and looked at Draco. "Can you prove it?" she asked. "Or is this a waste of both of our time?"

"I can prove it. Unfortunately, I'm afraid that the contestant might throw some stuff back at myself, and I don't agree with her accusations."

"What are her accusations?"

"She's trying to blackmail my wife and I."

"Your wife?" Cassandra asked with a confused glance. "Are you no longer the most eligible bachelor?"

"No, I'm not," he said proudly with a smirk.

"Well, I'm afraid that I don't see what your wife has to do with any of this."

"She is a contestant in the pageant. Apparently Luci believes, or would like to believe, that I am giving Hermione higher scores. I'm not a biased judge, Ms. Poltergeist."

Cassandra rubbed her temples and shut her eyes. "I'll call for a meeting in four hours. Can you be there at noon?"

"I wouldn't miss it," Draco said, standing up.

Cassandra joined him and escorted him to the door.

"Don't worry about her accusations, Draco," Cassandra smiled warmly. "Remember, I have the final say."

Draco looked back with a slight grin. "Ms. Poltergeist?" he asked. "Are you suggesting…"

"I'm merely saying, Mr. Malfoy," she interrupted, "that I wouldn't put too much faith in her confidence. That is, unless she isn't lying."

Draco's grin wavered for a millisecond, but went unnoticed. Cassandra shut her door and Draco left to return to Hermione's side.

At ten to twelve, Hermione and Draco were seated at a desk in the middle of the large room where the competitions were being held. It was cleared of the runway and surrounding chairs, and instead was made to look like a courtroom. In the middle were two separate desks next to, but apart from, each other. One was for Hermione and Draco, the prosecutors, or accusers, and the other was for Luci Malice, the defendant.

Next to Luci was her sister Robyn, looking quite fearful. Luci was simply looking furious. Every now and then she would turn to glare and Hermione and Draco, but they simply ignored her. In front of the two desks was a large podium where Cassandra Poltergeist would be acting as the judge. To each side of her were long benches for the judges and other contestants.

When Cassandra ascended the podium steps, the entire room became quiet. She cleared her throat quietly and then lifted her head to look at Draco.

"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy," she said sternly and nodded to them. "Please state your case."

Draco stood up and spoke in a loud clear voice. "We are here to ask that Luci Malice be disqualified from the Witch Weekly Pageant on grounds of two separate violations. One, she has been bribing judges for higher scores, and two…"

Draco paused to look at Luci with a smirk. She noticed a strange gleam in his eyes and fought to decipher what he knew about her.

"Two," he said again. "Luci Malice, is a muggle."

A/N: Ohhhhhh… Duh, duh, duh, duuuuuuuuh… Can you figure out how Hermione knew? Originally, there was a scene that explained it… or rather, a continuation of a scene. Now, you'll just have to read the next chapter. Oh yeah, you also have to review on this chapter so we know you read it.

SilverShiver (me) has a new-ish one-shot. Just so you know, even though no one reviews… sniff sniff. I spent a long time on it too. Trying to make it perfect. I guess no one cares about my hard work to write an angsty piece.

It's up to Brittany to write Chapter 12. Don't worry, she writes much faster than I do. It took me like a month to start this, and once I did like another month to actually write it. There was going to be a lemon, but I suck at them and we figured getting this up quicker was more important than having a lemon that Brittany would have had to write. Oh well.

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