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Chapter 9. Monday Afternoon.
"Hermione, you have to see this!" Ginny practically tackled Hermione at the Griffyndor table in the Great Hall. The girls were still ignoring Ron, and he still hadn't apologized for anything.
"Gin, calm down." Hermione laughed at how excited Ginny was.
"I can't! Look what he bought me!" Ginny stuck out her hand and let Hermione see the ring.
"Oh my, Merlin." Hermione lost all the breath in her lungs. The ring was beautiful. "I'm so happy for you." Hermione hugged Ginny, but she wasn't as happy for Ginny as she should have been. She couldn't help but wonder why Draco hadn't gotten her anything.
Ron saw the glitter from the ring, dropped the chicken he had been about to consume and grabbed Ginny's hand.
"Bloody Hell, Gin. Were you even going to tell me? Ever?" He sounded more hurt than anything, but Ginny didn't want to start anything.
"Ron, don't make this out to anything it isn't."
"Ginny, you won't even tell me his name and now he bought you a ring. I can't take much more."
"Weasley, we need to talk." Blaise had seen everything, and it might not be his place, but he was going to anyway. Brother's had a right to know.
"Zabani, not now." Ron was about to go back to his conversation with Ginny but stopped before he got any words out, and looked from Ginny to Blaise and back again.
"Now would be an excellent time." Ron got up and followed Blaise out of the Great Hall.
"How long?" Ron had his hands in his pockets and was trying to stay calm.
"I've liked for years, but we've only been together a couple of weeks." Ron nodded and tried not to look at Blaise.
"Have you slept with her?" Ron didn't know if he really wanted to know or not.
"Yes."
"Merlin's beard!"
"Listen Weasley, I'm not in it for sex. I don't plan on using her." Ron snickered and looked at Blaise in the eyes with all the pain and hate he contained.
"You're a Slytherin, and she's my baby sister- my only sister- damn right you're not going to use her for sex. I'd kill you." Blaise would have laughed but he knew Ron wasn't joking.
"I love her, Ron. I really do."
"You don't know the meaning of love." Ron spat the words out and would have kept talking but Blaise interrupted him.
"I know when I'm not around her, I want to be. I know when she walks by me, I can't breath. I know the scent of her hair, and if I were blind, I would know that was her. I know that if she ever left me, I would die. I want to spend my life with her. I don't go around buying every girl I like a ring. In fact, she's the only woman- other than my mother- that I've bought jewelry for." Ron just starred at him. Ginny hit the jackpot with this one. Ron knew Blaise meant every word of everything he just said.
"Break her heart, I break your neck." Blaise let out the breath he'd been holding and grinned.
"Don't plan on ever hurting her." Ron nodded and started to go back into the Great Hall.
"Mum will want to meet you. Especially since you gave Gin the ring. She'll also want you to marry her."
"Good. I'll have an excuse other than I want her to marry my." Ron thought he understood that, but wasn't quite sure why Zabani would want an excuse. Must be some Slytherin thing.
Blaise sat back down at the Slytherin table smiling.
"Done groveling?"
"Jealous because I had the balls to do that?"
"Give her the jewelry, or beg her brother to understand?"
"Both."
"That's why I'm glad Granger doesn't have a brother."
A few minutes later they saw Hermione, Ginny, Lavender, and Paraviti leave the Great Hall. Probably some girl thing. They always went to the bathroom in packs. The "buddy system."
"We have to go." Pansy and Veronica quickly made some excuses and left.
"That was odd." Draco nodded and thought back to when the girls were in the Head's common room.
"Something is amiss." She was up to something.
"Draco, they probably have to go to the bathroom."
"Remember the day we caught Pansy and Veronica in the Head's Common?" Blaise remembered what happened after that, but for the sake of argument nodded his head. "And since when do Slytherins and Griffyndor's go to the bathroom together?"
"I see your point. Maybe they just have to go at the same time. Nothing's up."
"Okay, so how do we stay the other person for over an hour?" Veronica knew about the Polyjuice Potion- who didn't? - But to stay for over an hour as someone else?
"Add more hair." Hermione grinned in remembrance of Harry and Draco.
"How do you know?" Pansy had seen the grin, and could have sworn it was Slytherin.
"Read it somewhere." Hermione covered and continued. "I think it should just be an open area, and the stage should have several poles, and if the guys wanna go private, there are rooms off to the side."
"Good idea." Pansy thought of strip clubs and decided that was every man's dream.
"Is it only going to be us four? I think we need some other people." Veronica wasn't sure how many guys worked Friday Night Special, but she was guessing more than four.
"Bring along a friend. That gives us eight. Ginny and I will work backstage, making sure everything runs smoothly." Everyone nodded and Hermione thought that was all for now. "Tomorrow, at 3:00 pm, Head's Common?" Everyone agreed and filed out of the bathroom.
"Good thing-"Ginny stopped talking as she saw Blaise and Draco standing by the other wall. "Good thing you talked to my brother."
"Uh-huh. What were you all doing in the loo?"
"Zabani, it's a bathroom, what do you think we were doing?" Hermione hugged Draco, still feeling hurt about not getting a present and telling herself to stop being ridiculous.
"I honestly have no idea what girls do in the bathroom"
"At least you're honest. We were-"
"Hermione don't you dare tell him we were changing tampons!" Hermione gaped at Ginny then looked quickly at Draco and saw his grimace.
"Sorry, Gin, looks like you just did." Ginny blushed and thought of when she was really supposed to start. Would Blaise know periods didn't last three weeks?
"Sorry, Draco, no sex for at least a week." Hermione was really supposed to start on Thursday, but since she was on muggle birth control, her periods were only three days long. Draco groaned and thought of the pain he was going to have later.
"We better go to class." Ginny grabbed Hermione's hand and walked quickly down the hall.
"I hate Aunt Flow." Draco would have laughed at Blaise but was lost in thought. All of them had to change tampons, all at the same time? Why hadn't Hermione told him she'd started?
"Good thinking, Gin. Just when Draco and I start having sex again you ruin it with imaginary periods!" Hermione thought of the lack of sex and could have cried.
"Sorry, it was the first thing that came to my mind, and it just popped out."
"I guess it's alright. My mouth is going to be sore for a while that's all." Ginny giggled, and finally had to brace herself against a nearby wall for support. "What?" This made Ginny laugh even harder.
"Nothing. Nothing. It's just that, Hermione Granger, Griffyndor Ice Goddess, is blowing Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God."
"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny. Let's go. We're going to be late for transfiguration."
"Today, we will be transfiguring an object into clothing. This may seem easy, but when you actually try it, it may become a daunting task. By the end of the hour I want one outfit. You may begin."
Hermione took a piece of parchment and concentrated on transfiguring it into an article of clothing. She opened her eyes to find a pair of boxers. A silver and green pair of boxers. So what if her mind traveled slightly? It didn't mean anything.
"Whatcha got there, Mya?" Ginny saw the boxers and smirked. "Planning what he's going to wear on the honeymoon?"
"Ginny, it's not funny!" Ginny sobered and looked at Hermione. Really looked. There was something different. A glow, a confidence, something she didn't have before.
"You're in love. You love him." Hermione sank into her chair.
"Gin. We're not like you and Blaise. We can't be in love."
"But you are."
"I can't be. Drop it. Please, Ginny, drop it." Hermione concentrated again and found a bright blue men's t-shirt in her hand. She growled and threw the shirt down. It was a blue that would bring out his eyes. Then Hermione was struck by a thought. She grinned and concentrated at her task.
Draco concentrated on his piece of parchment and help up a gold and red thong.
"Got somebody on your mind? Imagining what she wears under her clothes?" He already knew but that didn't stop him from growling his response.
"Not funny, Blaise! Not funny at all!" Blaise looked at Draco, the inner sort of peace he had instead of all his anger, his eyes followed his Griffyndor everywhere she went.
"You got it bad."
"Blaise, shove it."
"It's not that bad, Drake. Not really."
"Yes it is. We can't. We shouldn't."
"You do."
"I can't. Drop it. Blaise, please drop it." Blaise nodded and let his friend brood. When he looked over and Draco was holding a matching bra he couldn't contain his laughter.
"Blaise!" Then he was struck by an idea.
"Mr. and Mrs. Granger?" Catherine and Peter Granger looked at the man dressed in all black on their doorstep. He had dark brown hair, and piercing brown eyes. They had never seen him before in their lives. You couldn't tell what brand his clothes were, couldn't tell his build. All was hidden. But his aura, his aura was as dark as his clothing.
"Yes. Can we help you?"
"No, afraid not." Two shots rang out in the dark, followed by footsteps running. Two bodies fell to the ground, slowly getting covered in blood. Later the police would find and envelope addressed to Hermione Granger.