Only Twelve Days till Valentines.
Chapter 3: February 4 – Bump in the Road.
Mornings. If there was anything in the world Blaise detested, this would be it. Normally, he would simply ignore breakfast and sleep later than the rest of his classmates, but today he had things to do. Resisting the urge to groan, for fear of waking Draco, Blaise slipped quietly from his dormitory and made his way to the Slytherin common room. If he had any hope of pulling one over on Draco and Ginny, he would need a plan of his own. The problem was where to start.
Blaise knew that Ginny was dead set on ruining Valentines Day, but he wasn't so sure about Draco. Deciding that Draco would be the more easily manipulated of the two, he moved on to what phase one would consist of. He knew that if he was going to make this work, he'd need them to work at this so called fake love everyday, as many times as possible. As the possibilities began to race through his head, a triumphant smirk graced his lips. How he loved being a conniving know it all….
Draco awoke to find himself alone in a room he and Blaise shared. A lot had happened in the last couple of days, the fact that he was about to give the entire student body a massive heart attack was a big one on that list. One of the more minor details was Blaise's sudden interest in what he was doing. He knew Blaise was a little more than odd, but this was pushing it. Before this was all over he had ever intention of finding out what his best friend was up to.
Tiring quickly of holding full conversations with himself, he decided it was time to start the day. After changing into his school robes, he stepped out into the hall leading to the common room. What met him there was enough to make even the most macho man scream like a girl.
"Drakie! I've been looking all over for you!" exclaimed an entirely too perky Pansy Parkinson. Apparently, she had missed the memo that big hair and loads of blue eye shadow had most definitely gone out in the eighties. Maybe she'd considered this as a way to get his attention. Mission accomplished.
"How did I get so lucky? Here I'd thought I had escaped the certainty of going to hell on earth, guess I was wrong," was Draco's irritated reply. True to form, Pansy passed over it quickly and launched herself right on to Draco's arm.
"I've already picked out our color scheme for the Valentines dance! It will be perfect," said Pansy, leaning even further, if it was possible, into Draco. What was the deal with girls thinking batting their eyes would get them anywhere?
"Let me guess, green and pink? Really, you're too predictable. Besides the fact, I already have a date," Draco said, hoping to spark some anger in his nuisance.
"Alright! I'll have you're costume ready by Tuesday so you can try it on. Have a good day sweetie!" replied Pansy, showing her true colors as being an undercover blonde. She skipped away leaving Draco trying to pull his jaw up from the floor. Here he'd thought even she would get a direct hint. That's what he got for thinking.
"You both really should sign up to do a comedy routine. You'd make millions," came a voice from the sofa in the common room. Draco looked up to see Blaise Zambini barely containing laughter that threatened to spill out.
"Honestly, her hair isn't even blonde!" sighed a frustrated Draco. He wasn't about to get into with Blaise about his previous statement, he wanted breakfast.
"You know, there's a muggle saying that blonde isn't hair color, it's a state of mind. I believe this applies to her," laughed Blaise.
"I don't know which is weirder, you quoting something muggle or the fact your up this early. Who are you and what did you do with my friend?" responded Draco, holding up his wand for effect. This caused both to stop for a good laugh, after which they headed down for breakfast.
The Slytherin duo had hoped that they could meet up with Ginny in the morning before classes, seeing has how Professor Snape was sure to assign loads of homework tonight. Unfortunately, she was no where to be found. She apparently had decided that breakfast wasn't necessary today.
The morning classes had passed without much notice with the exception of Longbottom losing his toad again. They had, of course, been right about Snape's homework plans. Six inches of parchment wasn't something you could leave undone. At lunch, Ginny had decided to grace them with her presence.
"Communication is key, weaslette, if we ware going to pull this off. You can't be doing disappearing acts like this morning," snarled Blaise, earning an eyebrow raise from Draco and a sigh from Ginny.
"I do wish you wouldn't call me that. I'm sorry I wasn't at breakfast. I had to meet with Professor Dumbledore this morning before classes," said Ginny, seeming a little too excited about the whole situation.
"A meeting about what? Nobody tattled on us did they?" questioned Draco, fearing their scheme had been exposed early.
"Oh no, he just asked me to direct a small group in singing for a special presentation at the end of the dance. I get to choose five people, including myself," was Ginny's reply.
"Doesn't that put a damper on your plans?" asked Blaise. Annoyance gripped him as he realized his plan would never work out if things like this kept up.
"Not at all. I think it is a perfect opportunity. You two will have to be involved of course. Just imagine it! A young couple thrown together through music and tragedy strikes. It's just like out of one of my mum's dime novels she has in the cellar," said Ginny as if she were a true romantic, not a conniving girl bent on destroying love.
"It certainly has appeal. I think you might of come across just the thing to make this plan a success," comment Blaise. He really needed to find out if this singing gig had been planned.
"Right well, as much as we'd like to plan and scheme this evening Ginny, Snape decided he would attempt murder by homework tonight. We can't meet with you,"said Draco, suddenly remembering why they had needed to see her in the first place.
"It's alright. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," replied Ginny, moving towards the entrance to the Great Hall.
"Farewell dear lady," said Blaise, bowing low to Ginny.
"Blaise, Ginny knows your game. Give it up," laughed Draco.
"Sad but true," Blaise sighed.
"You know, telling me new additions to OUR plan would be nice!"
"Matter of opinion. It made more sense for you to be surprised. Besides, you're making them suspicious enough already."
"Am not! I'm very good at this."
"Sure you are."
A/N: Well here it is! Hope you liked it. I'm sorry this is coming so late in the day. Blame it on my job! They made me work ALL day. Blech. Anywho, review for me!