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I wouldn't have made Wormtail a Gryffindor. I would've made him a muggle, or worst yet, a Hufflepuff. I wouldn't have made Blaise black; and I wouldn't have made Harry have a Firebolt before Malfoy. But wait, I wouldn't have let Harry live, so why am I even talking about him?

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"And pray, tell me, am I going to get an interview with the prick? No, blast that. How am I going to get an exclusive out of the prick? He can't even stand my face for one second, what makes you think he will be able to stand me for the day this so-called interview would take?" Ginny asked sceptically at Blaise. They were still at the park, and the pigeons had returned, apparently growing accustomed to her natural screeching after a while. Besides, it was their park, screeching humans could go and meet Hades for all they cared. It was getting late, but apparently Blaise was the only one aware of the fact as he had listened to the woman rant on and on, repeating the same questions over and over again and not even giving him the chance of answering them.

"I would have managed to tell you two hours ago if you didn't keep interrupt—"

"He's too much of a bastard to ever accept see me, so just how are you going to manage, eh?" She emphasized with a hard poke at his chest. Blaise was getting really, really tired of all this. So okay, the witch had to vent. But four hours? That was more than time enough to even purge poison out of your damn body.

"Ginevra, shut up," he interrupted bluntly. He really had tried every other tactic to get her to stop, but apparently had been trying at it from the wrong angle, because as soon as he had said those magic words, he had had her stumped. "Who would've thought it would be that easy?" he muttered sarcastically as he internally rolled his eyes. "Listen," he commenced once he was sure she had indeed shut her trap and he just hadn't gone deaf. After all those hours of screeching you never knew. "And listen very well, because I'm not going to repeat myself to a Gryffindor," he sneered and held a hand up to stop her rage as he saw her opening her mouth to start another tirade. "You've probably gone daft if you haven't realized that I'm Malfoy's best mate. He was not programmed to say no to me. Dearest, I was sorted into Slytherin for a reason," he answered before she even had a time to question.

"Because you have a dark ancestry and your family was indeed very much allied with Voldemort?" she snickered and he glared, un-amused.

"That can't be proven, so shut your trap, you wench. And no, it was because I happen to be a rather cunning person, thank you very much," he drawled. "Now stop interrupting, you're getting to be a touch irksome." And that had to be the understatement of the year. More like bloody infuriating. But Blaise wasn't really going to set this one witch off again. Merlin knew that when she was in a reel, she was in a reel. He smirked at her offended pout. She had her arms crossed and he wasn't looking him in the face. But right now, that couldn't have possibly mattered less to Blaise. She was quiet.

"Well, aren't you going to go on?" she asked with an impatient huff as she saw that he apparently was in no hurry. "I happen to be a very busy woman," she declared.

"I'm sure you are, love," Blaise acquiesced with a smile. "With your work and all, I know how pressured you must feel." Ginny glared at him for the implication that she was very much jobless. She didn't have to be reminded, thank you very much. She happened to have it very present in her mind. So she just harrumphed and proceeded to sulk.

Blaise chuckled and mentally shook his head. She really was a darling. "I can very much get you an interview with—" he frowned as he was interrupted yet again. But coincidentally, Ginny hadn't opened her mouth and was just staring at him.

"What you gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk? I'm gonna get, get, get you drunk, get you love drunk off my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump—"

Ginny blinked owlishly at Blaise for two seconds before it sunk in. Then she collapsed into a fit of hysterical giggles as she realized that the song was indeed coming from Blaise.

"Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky, riiight. They say I'm really sexy. They boys they wanna sex me. They always standin' next to me, always dancin' next to me. Tryin' a feel my hump, hump. Looking at my lump, lump. You can look but you can't touch it-"

"Ginevra, what the hell is that?" Blaise asked, annoyed that he had been interrupted by such a thing.

"—my lovely lady lumps, my lovely lady lumps, my lovely lady lumps. In the back and in the front—"

"Blaise," Ginny said with a breathless giggle. "I do believe that's your mobile ringing." And she dissolved again into helpless laughter. This was too hilarious.

"It's not," Blaise said offended. As they heard the song go on Blaise widened his eyes in disbelief. By Merlin, it was his phone.

"I—I can't believe that—that's your mo—mobile."

"—she's got me spendin'. Spendin' all your money on me and spending time with me—" Blaise finally snatched out the offending article and snapped it open, cutting off the rhythmic music.

"Shut up, this is not funny," he glared at the laughing woman while he held his mobile against his chest, trying to muffle their voices while he took his time to reprimand the redhead.

"Oh, but it is," Ginny replied breathlessly as she clutched her aching stomach. "It—it's a lovely so—song, love," she giggled and was unable to continue.

"We're not done yet," he threatened as he turned away to finally answer the call. "Zabini speaking," he growled out, Ginny's laughter in the background irking him all the more.

"Zabini, I have excellent news." As soon as he heard the voice he was ready to kill the owner.

"This better be good, Malfoy," he said narrowly. He was quite sure it had been Malfoy who had changed the ring tone in his mobile from its typical slow chime and he wasn't really in the mood to be dealing with the cheeky bastard.

"What's up your arse, Zabini?"

"You," he retorted angrily. Then mentally slapped himself as he realized how that might have sounded like. The long pause that ensued assured him that it had indeed been taken quite the wrong way. "Err, and your stupid muggle songs," he tried to amend quickly. Damn, now he was considered a homosexual. "Listen, you just embarrassed the hell out of me in front of a girl." He internally sighed. Nice save, Zabini, he congratulated himself smugly. That statement would null out whatever Draco had been thinking about his sexuality at the moment and would explain just why he was ready to hang him as he heard the chuckle at the other line.

"I take it you didn't exactly appreciate my sense of humour?"

"Like hell I did," he snapped. "Honestly Dray, My Humps?" he hissed. Apparently too loudly, if Ginny's renewed fit of hysterical giggles was any sign. "You better explain yourself quickly, I'm busy you know. Unlike many people I happen to have a life."

"Well, you left your mobile unattended for quite a time while at my Manor. You have to admit it was too much of a temptation to res—" Draco started to explain but was cut off by Blaise.

"Not that, you idiot. I know why you did that, you arse. Rather a pathetic attempt at being funny, I may add. But I was talking about the fucking phone call." Blaise turned around to peer over his shoulder at Ginny. The girl apparently had gotten over her fit and was now boringly staring at her nails, which were in a rather urgent need of a manicure if you asked Blaise.

"—Zabini? Are you even listening?"

"Not really," he responded automatically as Ginny lifted her head to look curiously at him, wondering what was taking him so long. "Listen Dray, I'm kinda busy right now, can't this wait for another moment, another day, perhaps?"

"No, it can't. Blaise, Shakes finally got it."

"What?" Blaise asked, snapping back into attention.

"Her name, Blaise. Shakes finally nailed her. Can you believe it? You won't believe who she is. The filthy traitor. Where are you?" Draco asked, and without thinking Blaise answered, his mind spinning with horrifying thoughts, every single one of them consisting of Ginny inside a coffin being lowered into the ground.

"At the Nicholas Flamel Park, why?"

"Listen, you don't mind if I Apparate right in do you? Brilliant, see you in a moment." And the line went dead.

"Wait! No Draco! That's not a good idea!" But it was futile yelling at a beeping line. Horrified, Blaise turned to look at Ginny, sitting there with a pout in her lips as she waited for him to finish talking.

"Blaise! Finally, damn you, I was getting bored," she declared as she stood up and walked up to meet him halfway there. "What's the matter with you?" she asked once she took in his blank face and neutral eyes. "Oh no, don't you go all Slytherin on me, Blaise Zabini. It was just a song, get over it." He really needed to tell Ginny to get the hell out of there, but somehow his mouth wasn't functioning properly. "Blaise?" Ginny asked worriedly as she received no reaction whatsoever from the green-eyed guy. Frowning she peered at him. There was no emotion in his face, but his jaw was clenched. "Blaise!" she shouted and started waving her arms in front of him, but it was to no avail. He had officially gone out of his mind. "What the hell is up with this guy?" She worried her bottom lip with her teeth as she started to pace. "Blaise?" she tried again. "Fine, be that way," she huffed and started to go to the bench when a loud crack! resounded all over the park, signalling an Apparition. Wheeling around she was face to face with none other than the protagonist of her Hell Wall.

"Oh my fucking Morgana."

But curiously it hadn't been her who had spoken. Blaise had finally decided to open his mouth.

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"Yeah," she echoed with wide eyes.

"Ginevra, I believe that perhaps this may be the moment to run," Blaise declared with his typical cool drawl, the only sign of his anxiousness the darting of his eyes. Draco Malfoy was standing on the Apparition spot, an elegant eyebrow raised as he saw his best friend with a rather small witch. Nice body, check…

"Yeah," she repeated mindlessly as she stared at him. No brain, check, Draco continued with his inspection. No money, by the looks of her robes, check. Red hair, check.

"I believe you have gotten yourself a gold-digging weasel, Blaise, lucky you. Oh, and stop staring, Weasley, it's making me nauseous," he sneered deprecatingly.

All kind of crazy thoughts were running rampant inside Ginny's flabbergasted if not chaotic mind. He's discovered me, he's discovered me, was a constant chant inside her head while another, more rational part of her tried to convince her otherwise. He couldn't, Ginny. How could he? Not even Gloria knows, calm down!

The twins, the twins! Her mind shrieked in answer. Oh Merlin. If they were the ones who had opened their mouth…she didn't even want to think about it.

They're family; they would never do that to you. Calm down. Breathe. Take deep, calming breaths, Ginny, he can't possibly know. You must calm down, or we won't be getting anywhere anytime soon.

Well, it was Blaise then, she continued, grasping at loose straws.

Don't be an arse.

"Draco," Blaise all but gulped as he saw Draco staring down Ginny. Why wasn't he doing anything? "Listen Draco, of course I can explain, she's—"

"What is she doing here?" Draco interrupted him as he breezed past Ginny without a second glance. "I thought I told you we had to talk?" he asked pointedly.

"Well, no one's stopping you, Malfoy," Ginny snapped, his earlier comment finally kicking in into her befuddled mind. If she was going to die she was going to go down proudly. Damn all snakes to hell and back.

"I believe this is absolutely none of your business Weasley, so please," he sneered the please. "Refrain from butting in where you're not requested."

"Draco, I believe I did tell you I was busy," Blaise drawled in an accusing manner as he inched between Draco and Ginny. He still wasn't sure why Draco hadn't killed her as of yet, but he really wasn't going to accelerate the process.

"With what?" Oh, they would have been great buddies if their grammar was any sign of it.

"For someone as spoiled as you, you're grammar is dreadfully appalling Malfoy," Ginny drawled in a perfect imitation of Blaise in the restaurant so many days ago, when they had finally re-met. "Whom," she corrected.

"In your case I'm afraid it is a what, Weasley," Draco responded back just as lazily. Oh, the best of mates, indeed.

"Draco, just proceed to ignore her," Blaise interrupted carelessly.

"Hey!" Ginny exclaimed as she slapped him in the forearm. "I'll take that as a personal offence."

"I believe it was one, Weasley."

"Oh shut up Malfoy, I do believe nobody has directed a bloody statement to you as of now, so stuff your thumb up your tight aristocratic arse," she shot back, forgetting that her life was actually at risk. She couldn't believe the gall of this prat.

"Ginny, please, stuff it. You're not doing this any easier," Blaise said commandingly as he gave her a meaningful glance, all his gentlemanly mannerisms forgotten in the midst of this crisis, and Ginny's mouth fell open.

Was he actually telling her off!

He was, the insufferable bastard! And in front of a smirking Malfoy, no less. The traitorous arse. She narrowed her eyes dangerously at him and he nervously cleared his throat. With a huff she went and rooted herself at the park bench, her arms crossed, an incredible pout on her face and her short legs, which didn't reach the floor, swinging angrily. She really was getting tired of all the Slytherins. And it didn't matter that Blaise was actually nice when you got over all his perverted-ness, he was being mean and she was not going to tolerate it. No matter how fond she was of him at the moment. If he was going to turn into an arse every time he stumbled upon any of his old schoolmates he could say buh-bye to their friendship. A scowl entrenched itself firmly between her brows. Men, really. And they said women were hormonal and volatile.

"Blaise, what the hell is bloody Weasley doing here?" Draco hissed as he pointed at her.

"It's rude to point, you prick!" Ginny yelled. "Not that you would know anything of manners."

"Oh, that's rich coming from you," Draco laughed. "I know a hell of a lot more than you do, you rat-tat, second hand clothed witch!" Draco called back. "Like not sticking your uninvited snotty nose in other people's business!"

"Oh bugger," Blaise sighed as he ran a tired hand over his hair. This was going to be a long moment of his life. "Draco," he said tiredly. "Just tell me, this is getting to be a tad annoying," Blaise went on, dropping all mannerisms. He was, after all, with his best mate, no need for anything except the more basic verbs, nouns and adjectives.

"With her in here? There's no way in bloody hell," Draco responded as he glared at the sulking Ginny. "Look at her; she's acting like a child, for Merlin's sake. I really did think you had better tastes, Zabini. My respect for you has just dropped to the bottom of hell frozen over." Blaise rolled his eyes at him.

"It's not a date, arse. And besides, believe me, there's nothing you can tell me that she won't know already," Blaise said sarcastically, but it appeared that Draco was not quite in his same channel as he looked at him quizzically.

"You told her?" he asked angrily. "Zabini, I thought this matter was confidential and that it would stay between us!" he hissed as he gestured at the two of them.

"I didn't tell her anything. You could say that she actually would know more than you," he muttered with a smirk.

"What?" Draco asked in a bewildered fashion. He wasn't quite catching was Blaise was saying.

"Oh, just—she knows everything okay? She works at Witch Weekly, you know?"

"Oh, bloody hell," Draco groaned. "That's just fucking great Zabini, just dandy. And you couldn't tell me you had a reporter with you? Probably she's writing down everything we're saying right now. Can't you think?"

"She's not a reporter, she's a journalist," he threw in mindlessly, his mind trying to understand what was going on. "Besides, she doesn't have a notepad. Ginny always needs a muggle yellow notepad to take notes." Draco had claimed to know the identity of LG, but why wasn't he strangling Ginny by now? He was missing something, and Draco was the only person who could dissolve all his doubts. "Listen, we can go to Profundis Clamor and you can tell me all about it," he suggested. "No, wait, not to Profundis Clamor. Today's mother's visiting day. There's no way in bloody hell she will find me home. We can go…"

"And why not here?" Draco challenged. Really, was today the day of 'Let's-get-difficult-on-Blaise-because-the-arse-deserves-it'?

"Because here's a public place where any paparazzi that are following you would be able to take any note of what we—you are saying. So we're going to a private lounge I know of. No person with a camera can go in, don't worry," he reassured.

"Okay."

"Great, now we only have to get Ginny to agree," Blaise murmured and both men turned to look at the petite redhead.

"What are you looking at, you prick heads?"

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"Well, I do believe we have all gotten over the childish phase, have we?" Blaise asked chirpily as he lugged a tied Ginny over his shoulder.

"I don't understand why I'm the one who's tied," Ginny complained from Blaise's back. "But you're so going to pay, Zabini. You will remember me for the rest of your days! You have no idea what—"

"You forgot the gag, Zabini," Draco commented with a smirk and Ginny glared at him.

"I thought I had told you to stick your thumb up your pale and tight aristocratic poor excuse of an arse," she said as she slapped Blaise's back.

"I do believe the adjective list just keeps getting longer," Blaise chuckled as he rearranged Ginny so her raging kicks wouldn't be able to slap his most vulnerable parts.

"I still don't understand why she has to come along," Draco said childishly. "You know I can refuse to talk at all if I want to. I don't understand what she has to do with any of this."

"Look, I promised Molly," At the mention of her mother's name Ginny stopped kicking and arched her eyebrow at him. Blaise had never mentioned her mother, and if it was it was to comment on just where Ginny had gotten her curves from. It had always been "Mrs. Weasley" and never just plain "Molly". "That I would get her back by eleven and that I would be spending all that time with her. You have seen how she is; do you still have to ask?" She really, really had to snort at that. As if her mother would ever let her go out with the prick. If Molly ever saw her only daughter with a Slytherin she would die of a heart attack.

"Well, why are you out on a date with her, for starters?" Draco smirked.

"This-is-not-a-date," Ginny said through gritted teeth, emphasizing every word with a hard kick at Blaise's stomach.

"No, it's not," Blaise readily agreed with a pained tone. "I don't tend to go out with harpies," he muttered, but Ginny heard him, if the last kick was any indication.

As the normal passers-by stared at the trio Ginny grinned toothily and wiggled her fingers in a wave. "You know," she started thoughtfully. "I could just start screaming that you two are sequestering me," she had to stop as she was interrupted by Malfoy's snort.

"Don't use words that are too big for your little mouth, Weasley, you may lose your tongue," he drawled.

"Oh, I know you would miss it terribly, don't worry, I can take care of myself." As if to prove her point she kneed Blaise in the strategic place of his chest. "See?" she asked sweetly as she heard his painful "oomph". "My ex-boyfriend and my childhood nemesis are kidnapping me. How does that sound? Appropriately fitting, don't you think?"

"You wouldn't dare, Ginevra," Blaise growled as his grip in her tightened.

"I wouldn't?" she asked innocently. As soon as another person was in sight, Ginny opened her mouth in a big, round and rather dangerous 'o'.

"Shit, Blaise, drop her, drop her!" Draco hissed as the first words left Ginny's mouth.

"HELP! HELP! I'M BEING KID—AAH!"

"RUN!" Blaise shouted and they streaked away.

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Lol, that was funny to write. I loved the part where Blaise's mobile is ringing. That was hilarious. I've had the song playing in my head for a while and I just couldn't help but insert it there. And it was almost unconsciously that I started to write it and it just fit. If you think it sort of ruins the mood say so, though I won't change it. Huh. It's by Black Eyed Peas as I'm sure most of you know, and it's called My Humps. Although I'm not quite sure how coherent I managed to sound, I'm posting this without proofreading it, so if you find any mistakes, let me know. I would love to hear from my readers. That is, if I have any. Thanks for sticking with me. See? I'm keeping my promise! This is my second update in the week! Yay! You should feed me lots and lots of chocolate, you ingrates.

Ta!

always & forever,

°Gyn