AUTHOR'S NOTE: Impressive reviews. IssaLee, don't you dare tell me what happens in the fourth Harry Potter movie...my two best friends went to go see it opening day without me and I probably won't see it until it come out on T.V. because I can't drive and my parents are lame-ass dipwads who won't take me anywhere. I wonder if I can ride my bike to the mall...only about twenty bajillion miles...anyway, never mind, I'm high on sugar again, so whoooooooooo yeah. O.K. So, here's chapter five. Um...to whoever was wondering, Draco just got lost and managed his way into Ginny's room. However, his subconscious may have been awake...shut up, stop giving away the story line...fine, you overbearing bitch, but shut up because now they're gonna think you're schitzophrenic...you don't even know how to spell schitzophrenic...it's close enough and neither do you...fine, just shut up...you're the second voice, I was here first, so shove off...
Psycho, I know. Worry for me. But here's chapter five. Hope you like it. I did. But then again, I think the seventies were kick-ass and I'm currently high off of one too many coka-coka-coka-colas. Wheeeeeeeeee! Shut up, you stupid little fucker... I hate you...shut up, pidgey-dove...you bitch! that's the secret nickname no one is ever supposed to hear! gonna kill you...you're schitzophrenic, how about thinking that one out...fuck...yeah, fuck-tard...shut the hell up and let's get on with the story...my idea...
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Mistaken Liaisons
Chapter Five: Life or Close Enough
Draco was in the kitchen when Ginny finally decided to come out of the bathroom…more because she was extremely hungry than any uncharacteristic and frankly suicidal urge to be in the presence of the world's gittiest git. Trying her best to ignore Malfoy, who soon scooted off to Blaise's room, much to her delight, Ginny set herself to leftovers.
She was just chewing thoughtfully on a bit of stale toast when an owl flew up to the closed window and settled on the sill. It must have slipped on the snow-covered sill, because after a moment it disappeared. Ginny rushed over to the window just in time to haul the floundering bird up and into the warm room.
Closing the window behind her, she set the familiar-looking owl down and removed the letter it was carrying. She opened it enthusiastically, nearly ripping the parchment in her haste.
She let out a scream of triumphant joy just as Blaise Apparated into the living room, looking thoroughly exhausted and sweaty. Ginny's joy dissipated as she saw the weary look on Blaise's face. "Lei lost another quill?" she asked sympathetically, setting her letter down on the table, momentarily forgotten.
Blaise snorted, shedding his robes achingly. "I swear…I never thought I'd say this, but perhaps there is such thing as too much shagging." He said, settling tiredly into a kitchen chair, kicking his legs out straight and slouching in his chair.
Ginny laughed, waving her wand at the teapot, which began to fill itself with steaming water. "And I never thought I'd hear you say it." She grinned, levitating various herbs and ingredients into the pot. Blaise sunk forward, his head falling neatly into his hands.
Ginny poured two cups of tea, setting one down in front of Blaise, who took it gratefully. "That woman will be the end of me." He grumbled, sipping the soothing fluid. Ginny cracked a grin. "Death by shagging?"
"Something like that." Blaise said, moving to set his cup down. Ginny quickly snatched a harassed piece of parchment up from the table, rescuing it from the underside of Blaise's teacup. Blaise noticed as she carefully and indiscreetly tried to hide it under the table. He snatched onto it at once.
Ginny growled as Blaise held it just out of her reach. "Love letters, Sparky?" he asked, eyes glinting evilly. Ginny flushed and in seconds Blaise's chair had toppled over backwards and Ginny was sprawled out on Blaise's chest, still reaching for her letter. Blaise had somehow managed to keep his head about him and hold it away from her.
Ginny growled deep in the back of her throat in a very primal way, lunging once more for the letter in Blaise's far-stretching hand. It was at that moment that Draco chose to make his grand reappearance. He tilted his head to the side.
"Still just friends, I take it?" he asked, eying their ridiculously intimate position. Blaise's face had been buried in Ginny's chest with her lunge and one of her legs was between his. Ginny snarled and used Blaise's distraction as an opportunity to grab the letter. Shoving it in a safe place (in the snug confines of her bra), she rushed out of the room.
Blaise glanced up from the floor. Draco was leaning against the doorframe nonchalantly, smirking like a cat with canary feathers inconspicuously smeared over its teeth. "Still haven't shagged her, then?" he asked. Blaise would have done something in retaliation, but at that moment he glanced over Draco's shoulder and in a second, became Draco, feline smirk and all.
Draco's own smirk dropped as he turned. Ginny was standing right behind him, her hands on her hips and her upper lip curled back in a growl. "Forgot something." She muttered, stepping into the room and stopping right next to Draco. "You-" she said, pointing to Blaise, still on the floor "-stay out of my mail, hear?" she said warningly.
Draco was once more smirking at Blaise, this time for being told off by a woman. Without looking and unexpectedly, Ginny's hand came up and connected with the back of Draco's head, snapping the blonde cranium forward. Blaise's laughter and Draco's curses followed Ginny all the way down the hall as she closed herself into her room.
Life wasn't so bad after all.
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Blaise stirred from a deep sleep as something nudged his nether regions. He groaned a bit in the back of his throat and went back to his dream of this incredibly sexy blonde bombshell in his bed. She flipped her perfect blonde hair over her shoulder and began to undo her bra, rubbing against him underneath her.
Again something nudged him…and this time it hit the family jewels. He groaned again and woke up, his beautiful Aphrodite disappearing with a nearly audible pop!. He glanced down and saw red. Lots of it. It took him a moment to get his bearings and realize where he was and what the redness was.
He was in Ginny's room…in her bed…and she was the redness. Sometime in the middle of the night she must have rolled over (he knew from previous experience that she was not a still sleeper and had been kicked or elbowed once or twice, though he really wasn't sure if she'd actually been asleep) and she was now facing him, snuggled against his chest.
He looked down at her fondly. He loved the way she was so…openly physical. He supposed it came from growing up with six older brothers, but he rather liked it. Sometimes it was nice to come back from a date gone wrong and just have someone who was willing to hold you and comfort you and then afterwards punch you for being a git and get you drunker than hell so you forgot it all.
He remembered one time when they'd gone for a stroll in the park and Blaise's feet had been hurting from new shoes. Ginny had picked him up on her back and carried him home. She might have stumbled and tripped and fell a few dozen times, (some accidentally, some on purpose so she could laugh as he was attacked by the little old lady he'd been dropped onto) but it was the fact that she didn't care what anyone else might think…Blaise liked that.
When Draco had been his best friend, it was all laughter and distance. He couldn't remember actually ever touching him. Not that that was a bad thing by any degree. But Ginny would just as soon as jump on you as look at you. And it was nice…and fun…she'd make a great mum someday…
He was jerked unceremoniously out of his thoughts as Ginny shifted about a bit and for the third time something touched his off-limits-zone. He glanced down and noticed (with appropriate horror) that her legs were entwined with his and the one between his was a little higher than best mates were allowed to go.
Blissfully unaware, Ginny snored on as Blaise tried to disentangle himself from her before she woke up. He gently pulled away, careful not to move too quickly. He nearly had a heart attack when the mattress springs gave a rather loud squeak and Ginny stirred.
"Mmm…Darby…get…" she muttered, before rolling on her other side, taking the offending leg with her. Blaise breathed a sigh of relief, scooting off the bed and wondering which of her shags Darby was, why he hadn't heard about him, why he hadn't gotten her drunk trying to forget about him, and whether a scouring charm would do permanent damage to 'Blaise Junior'.
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"Damn." Blaise spat, tossing the letter onto the table in disgust as he emptied his morning cup of coffee into a potted plant on the counter. Draco arched an eyebrow. Blaise groaned and got to his feet, heading to his bedroom. Draco followed. He watched as Blaise gathered things to change into.
"Listen, Draco…my boss has called together a meeting last minute to discuss the centrespread idea. Apparently some idiot down in Editing managed to lose every single transcript we've sent down and they need me to get in touch with the clients who'll not be featured this issue. Could you do me a couple of favours?" he asked, yanking his vest off and tossing into a basket angrily.
Draco, a little uneasy at the annoyance in his friend's voice, just nodded. "Sure, shoot." He said, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. Blaise pulled on a blue button-down. "First off, I need you to write to Janet Harper and tell her I won't make dinner tonight. Mercury knows where to take it; he's in Ginny's room. Second, tell Ginny where I've gone and tell her to meet me for lunch at the Ice Bird at half one. Third…I'm not sure when we'll be finished, and Ginny and I were supposed to go to this new art exhibit at Magic's Modern Masterpiece. It's only two blocks away and we had tickets. If I'm not back by seven, would you mind going with her?" he asked, pulling on a black robe over his Muggle clothes.
Draco arched his other eyebrow. "You want me to go look at paint slapped on a canvas by people with the artistic capacity of four-year-olds…with the Weaselette?" he sneered. Blaise sighed with relief. "Thanks so much, I knew you'd do it." And with that and a loud pop, he Apparated away.
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Ginny woke up to the sound of someone creeping around her room. She felt around in the bed and found two things; one, that Blaise wasn't there (no big surprises, the damned early rising bastard) and two, her wand.
Raising it over her head she shouted "Lumos!" and jumped to her feet. Illuminated by her wand's bright light, was Malfoy, standing in the corner trying to tie something to the leg of Ginny's owl.
"Malfoy, you great git, you scared the living hell out of me." She stated somewhat calmly, waiting for her rapid heartbeat to subside. He turned to her, a letter in his hand, and actually managed to look hangdog. "Sorry…Blaise asked for me to send a letter and I was trying not to wake you up…" he trailed off, eyes unfocusing as he reviewed his own words.
Ginny arched an eyebrow, sat back down on her bed, and slid her wand back under her pillow. "Trying not to wake me? Did you suddenly grow a conscience?" she snapped, rather unwarrantedly. Fuck. It was too early in the morning for civility towards anyone but Blaise. Scratch that; if Blaise woke her up this early, she'd castrate him as well. She slid down into the pillows.
Malfoy sneered at her, sending the owl plummeting out the window and closing it with a retaliating snap. "Excuse me, Weasley. I should have known you needed all the beauty sleep you can get; you sleep away a third of your life and yet you still look like shite." He growled.
Ginny was utterly unfazed. "Yeah, I know." She said casually, once more getting to her feet. She slunk over to him somewhat unwillingly and it was then (and only then) that Draco realized just how good she made boxers look. She finally reached him and gave him this wide-eyed gaze. Draco was struck. Her eyes were huge and sweet, swirling chocolate and mocha and cinnamon and lots of other yummy things for people like him with a serious sweet tooth and oh dear, was he going cannibalistic thinking about eating the Weasley woman's irises?
Within a second the offending confectionous visual organs were narrowed and piercing as she shoved him out of her way. "Seems men can't stay away from the look-like-shite aspect of me." She said, wriggling her hips as she emphasized the first syllable of 'aspect'. It didn't go by Draco unnoticed.
With a flourish and a snappy, crass insult, she was out of the room and in the bathroom.
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It took all of Blaise's energy not to snap his quill in half. It didn't help that he kept imagining the feather was his boss's stupid twiggy body. He put the quill down and opted for drumming his blunt fingers on the oak tabletop; a line of attack sure to annoy the bloody skull and crossbones out of her.
Sure enough, a pair of slanted, almond, black eyes sliced across the briefing table to pin Blaise's offending fingers down. "Are we keeping you waiting, Mr. Zabini?" the associate head of the largest wizard's magazine in western Europe asked, a chill in her perfectly toned voice.
Blaise shook his head, managing to make his coal-black locks fall enticingly over his eyes in a way that was sure to drive any woman with a libido insane. So what if he wasn't classically handsome…he was dead sexy and he knew it. It helped him get through the tedious day-to-day life at the magazine. There's nothing like a fun game of shag-every-woman-in-the-office.
Lei noticed and she glanced furtively under black lashes at the rest of those gathered at the table. She cleared her throat. "That's all for today, kids. We'll work out the layout scan for page six later tonight. Go home and get some rest and be back by seven. Ratchell, Maise, Zabini, and Courk, I need you to stay after today and check with Martin and Stellers in Advertising and Design. Tell that arse from Weasley's Wizards Wheezes that they will be featured in the next article and not at all if they send me one more package of 'fertilizer'". She fumed, rapping her nails on the table. "That's it, 'night all."
For a crazy second Blaise thought just maybe he'd be able to get home early and tell a sympathetic Ginny all about his rotten day with his lusty manager. It was such a stupid thought he felt like hitting himself for it later.
"Zabini," Lei called, just as he was about to file out of the room with his co-workers. Blaise made a silent plea to be able to get home not smelling like a man just been shagged. "A word, if you please." That was it. Those five magic words that doomed him.
Even the image of the slim Asian woman under him spread out on the briefing table did nothing to appease his rotten mood as he shagged her half to death. Or was it the other way around?
Death would be welcome right about now.