A/N: It was pointed out to me that I left out a section of the Ginny/Draco interaction. My apologies. Here is the rewritten chapter with the expanded part.
Maegmel– Julian is upset that you want to get rid of him and is threatening to boycott the rest of the story if he's not given some sort of appeasement. ;) Yes, don't worry. We'll be dealing with Julian soon. This is, after all, a D/G story.
Chailyn Cole Runewood – I know the Sidhe are not necessarily elves. It seemed convenient to use the term, however, since I didn't want people automatically thinking house elves. That definition of the Sidhe is taken simply from a book I read once about the fight between the Sidhe and the Bane-Sidhe. I thought it fit for the small bit I stuck here, and it distinguishes them from the house elf of Harry Potter canon. I'm glad you like the story anyway.
Thank you guys for reading.
Ginny returned to her room in a state of satisfied bliss. While she had to admit Madam Puddifoot's teashop was a bit over-the-top, it really was very romantic and a perfect place for her to spend some time with Julian. He was a perfect gentleman, as always, and she found herself unable to stop smiling at the thought of how wonderful it was to be with him.
It was interesting. For years she'd had a crush on Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, and it was only during her third year that she came to realize the futility of chasing after him. She supposed much of her attraction to him was a result of his heroic rescue of her from Tom Riddle. From that point forward he always seemed larger than life and like a fairy tale prince. It was hard to admit he would never be her prince, however. That honor was reserved for his companion heroine, Hermione. She'd always been a bit jealous of the older girl as a result, but unlike her brother she knew the two were perfect for each other.
Julian, on the other hand, seemed rather perfect for her. He was charming, gallant, friendly, outgoing, and incredibly sensitive and caring. Really the only thing she had issue with was his almost complete lack of assertiveness. It was frustrating because she could see elements of a more forceful personality in him, but he always seemed to back off at the last minute, willing to defer to her in almost everything. The only thing he was unbending on, actually, was making sure he watched over his friends. Like her and Hermione.
She sighed. Was she being too picky? Harry was more assertive, but he was also incredibly temperamental and this crap he was pulling with Hermione was truly ill-considered and cruel. Hermione never said anything, but Ginny knew the bushy-haired prefect spent far too many sleepless nights crying over the situation between her and the man she loved.
Idiot.
She'd wonder if Harry ever paid attention in class, but considering how much his girlfriend had to do to keep him and her git of a brother from failing their classes, she didn't need to. Honestly, one would think the two bloody morons were unable to think for themselves. Mentally she slapped herself. Okay, maybe that wasn't fair. Harry was trying harder. He just wasn't listening to the things he should. Professor Spellsinger's lesson on the power of love should have clued him in to how stupid he was being. But no, he just kept ignoring his girlfriend's pain to steadfastly cling to some foolish notion of valiant self-sacrifice.
Bloody idiot.
She wished there was something she could do. Unfortunately, the only person that could do anything about this situation was the one who created it to begin with. Until Harry got off his high horse and realized what he was doing, nothing was going to change for him and Hermione. The odds of him coming to that realization on his own were nearly nonexistent, however, and she was all too aware that the only one who could probably break through to him was Hermione. It was too bad she was now avoiding him like the plague. Not that Ginny blamed her. If Julian pulled some stunt like that she'd probably slap him and give him the telling-off of his life. Then she'd avoid him.
Meanwhile her brother was going to keep playing the part of the serpent by advising Harry he was doing the right thing. Bastard. He really needed a good hexing. But she wasn't about to start picking fights with her brother this close to her last detention. Maybe later. Shaking her head, she quietly opened the door to the dorm room and sauntered in. No one was there, thankfully, so she headed over to her trunk for tonight's study session. Now that Hermione was trying to drown out her emotional difficulties, she was a harder taskmaster than ever.
Hopefully Ron was suffering as much as she was. More, even.
A soft hoot caught her attention and she started as she noticed Icarus perched on her bed. The past several weeks had resulted in a regular schedule of writing her secret admirer. She still had no idea who he was, but she was enjoying their correspondence nonetheless. They settled into a routine of write and response that resulted in almost daily letters between them. While she was learning very little concrete information about him, she was getting a good idea of what type of person he was. SA had a very dry and sarcastic sense of humour, characterized by a sharp wit that never ceased to amuse her. He was very insightful; his observations of their fellow students were mocking yet true at the same time. He seemed very romantic, and took great delight in showering her with gifts. The one time she wrote him to let him know the gifts were unnecessary, he replied that a gift was not an obligation and it was his pleasure to send tokens of his affection.
The more she got to know him, the more she wanted to know about him. Unfortunately he was quite adept at deflecting her questions and it was beginning to get truly frustrating not knowing who he was or even what house he was in. She wished they could just meet sometime.
Icarus carried another letter – the same grey vellum with the dragon seal she'd grown so fond of. Her surge of excitement was almost automatic now. He wrote her again! Carefully removing the letter from Icarus' leg, she restrained her urge to just tear it open and fed the poor owl before sitting down near the window. Carefully breaking the seal, she felt a thrill when she saw his distinctive calligraphic style.
Dearest Ginny,
I dearly hope you had a nice time in Hogsmeade today. I myself spent it yearning for your presence but was unable to make my dreams of being with you a reality. The time has not come, and by your apparent actions, it appears you are no more ready than I. Tell me, my dearest, am I but a pleasant diversion to you? Or do you have genuine interest that is made cautious by reason of my anonymity? Say the word and I will return to the silent regard I had for you before.
It was disheartening to see you with another man today, and I wonder as to your motivations. I do not accuse you of duplicity. No, I merely wonder if you do not believe me to be sincere in my expressions of affection. I assure you, everything I have said and will ever say to you is truth. Please let me know where I stand in your heart before we proceed further. I do believe Mr. Aldread does deserve more than a mere portion of your affection. As, I hope, do I.
I wish I could reveal myself to you. I wish I could tell you everything about myself, but alas I am unable to form the words as they would shatter this pleasant illusion of mystery. Do not fear, Ginny, for one day we will meet without the masks and on that day I can only hope you will see in me what you see in my letters.
What little can I tell you about myself without revealing all? I can tell you I am not younger than you, and have seen you in several of my classes over the past year. I have a great admiration of your incredible mind. Truly you have an amazing understanding of magic to have been advanced a year. Like many boys at the school I have an interest in Quidditch, and have admired your ability for some time. My favorite class at the moment is Defense Against the Dark Arts. I think Headmaster Dumbledore made a truly inspired choice when he asked Professor Spellsinger to teach. I like her far better than any of the other defense teachers.
What did you think about her lesson on love? I've always found it amazing how love seems able to inspire people to do the most incredible things. Throughout history, there have been many famous couples that have done extraordinary things. Far more than she listed on her parchment. I am curious as to what you had to say in your essay.
Enclosed with this letter is a small token of my esteem. Please take it in the spirit it is given – a gift from someone who admires you.
SA
Ginny sighed, holding the letter to her chest, all thoughts of her brother and his issues driven from her head. Even without the flowery complements her secret admirer sounded dreamy. She looked at the gift he sent. It was a set of silver hair combs decorated with small bits of jade. She couldn't imagine it was cheap. He's probably wealthier than me, she thought. Yeah, that narrows it down. Ginny reached over to her shelf and pulled out her diary. She quickly added a notation about his wealth and age in the characteristics column and sectioned off another page for gifts.
With the habit of several weeks, she pulled out her box of writing supplies and prepared to respond to his letter. That was when it hit her. Bloody hell, she thought. This was getting out of hand. He really did bring up a very good point. Louder than words had SA spoken his disapproval of her actions. It never occurred to her that she might be leading both him and Julian on, but she suddenly realized that was exactly what she was doing. Julian was being a complete gentleman and here she was keeping her secret admirer on the side just in case things didn't work out. The question was – did she want to let Julian down easy and take the risk that her secret admirer was everything she hoped? Or did she tell SA that she was flattered but was far more interested in pursuing a relationship with Julian?
Perhaps she should write him and let him know of her uncertainties. She knew she was going to have to talk with Julian about it sometime. It was a conversation she definitely was not looking forward to. Being the type of person he was, she got the feeling he would not understand the situation. She only hoped he would give her a chance to explain before going mental. Making up her mind to talk with him later, she decided to go ahead and write SA back. He deserved that much at least.
Dear SA,
I really am sorry about not telling you sooner that I was interested in Julian. I've actually been meaning to talk with you about the situation, but I guess I never really figured out what to say. It appears now is the time.
I'll be honest with you. I'm very interested in Julian. He's a perfect gentleman, treats me extremely well, and is thoughtful, kind and caring. It's nice that he's in Gryffindor, but I think I'd like him no matter what house he was in. Quite frankly, things might be quite different between you and I if I actually knew who you were, but as nice as the mystery is, there comes a point when two people have to set aside their fears and meet.
I'm not sure why you are so reluctant to meet me, or at least reveal your identity. I can only assume you are uncertain as to how I will react to your identity. Please understand that I'm having problems reconciling my interest for you with my interest for Julian. I know him, and you are fortunate enough to know who I am. I wish I could say I was that lucky. It seems this is a matter of choice between the fascinating mystery man behind the letters, or the kind and caring reality before me.
I wish I could tell you what I want to do. There are things about both of you that I truly love, but I don't know if we would get along face to face. I also don't know if Julian likes me the way I like him, and you are, well, almost a stranger. Perhaps we might meet sometime to try and work things out. I won't guarantee that meeting you will result in a fevered declaration of love on my part, but I promise I will try and give us a chance to truly know each other.
Please let me know if this is satisfactory to you. I'm sorry I don't have a better answer, but honestly I'm very confused right now.
Ginny
Ginny rolled up the scroll and sealed it, sighing as she tied another red and gold ribbon around it. It would be so much easier if she just knew who he was. Julian was wonderful, but sometimes she really wondered if he liked her enough for a serious relationship. He spent an awful lot of time with Padma, and it twisted her gut to realize the beautiful Ravenclaw was freer to act with him since she lacked a ridiculously protective brother. What guy wouldn't find that more attractive? She shook her head. Knowing she was not going to come to a decision instantaneously, Ginny decided to go in search of Hermione and see how she was doing.
It was unfortunate that she ran into her brother before she even got out of the tower.
Ron was downstairs in the common room, pacing in front of the fireplace muttering unintelligibly about something. By the absence of his two charges she suspected he was going off his rocker trying to figure out where they were. She smirked. Maybe now would be a good time to have a bit of a chat with her brother.
"Ronald."
He whirled around. "Ginny! Have you seen Harry or Hermione?"
"No, Ron. I'm afraid neither of them is hiding upstairs in the sixth year girls' dormitory. Did you check Harry's trunk?"
He frowned. "That's not funny, Ginny."
"I think it is. Bugger it all, Ron, what is your problem?"
"My problem is that my two best friends seem to have disappeared and no one knows where they are!"
"And they've been missing, what, an hour? Maybe they just wanted to chat, Ron. Without you looming over them." She frowned at him, annoyed. "Weren't you supposed to be watching over them in case they get too friendly or something?"
"Not funny, Ginny."
She laughed. "I beg to differ. Really, Ron, what's the problem? I'm sure if something bad happened to them we'd know about it fairly quickly. Besides, the last time I saw Hermione, she was with Professor Spellsinger."
"She left," he muttered.
"What do you mean, she left?"
"I mean Harry and I went and found Hermione and Professor Spellsinger left shortly after that."
"Oh my goodness! This means you actually let Hermione and Harry alone for more than 10 seconds! How will we survive?" She pretended to swoon.
"Bugger off, Ginevra! I got tired of Hermione preaching to me about the ruddy house elves!"
"And why would she do that, Ron?"
He mumbled something.
"What was that?"
"I showed her the Transfiguration Toffees. She thought the house elf one was…"
"Tasteless? I'd have to agree with that, Ron. I told Fred and George it was a bad idea to make those things."
"Yeah, well, Professor Spellsinger took them away."
Ginny was silent for a moment as she stared at her idiot brother in shock. "You're kidding me, right? You actually pulled those things out in front of her?"
"I didn't see her! She didn't exactly make a show of herself you know."
"Oh, yes, and she's oh so invisible with her bright purple robes. Bloody hell, Ron. You really are an idiot." She smirked. "Did you tell Fred and George?"
He pouted. "They laughed at me."
Ginny couldn't help but copy her older brothers' response. She didn't even try to hide her laughter and the room filled with the sounds of her glee.
"Thanks, Ginny."
"Oh bugger, Ron. You deserved it!"
"I deserved it nothing! Now someone is going to bring one of those things into the castle and I'm going to get detention for it!"
"Well that'll teach you to show pranks in front of a professor, now, won't it?"
Ron glared at her, his face nearly as red as his hair.
"Oh stop it, Ron. You got yourself into it. I guess you need to figure out something else for the twins to sell before you start spending the rest of the year in the dungeons."
"Why would I be doing that?"
She grinned evilly. "Do you really think Professor Spellsinger will want to supervise your detentions when Professor Snape would be so much more effective?"
"Oh bugger."
"Now I guess you have bigger things to worry about than the location of your best friends. I'd suggest you start thinking."
Ginny found herself hoping their absence meant they finally got back together, but she knew it was highly unlikely. It was far more likely that Harry was just keeping Hermione company and comforting her after another stupid argument with Ron. How the bloody hell could the prat think they would ever have made a good couple? They'd have killed each other within a day.
Ron suddenly cursed. "Where the bloody hell are they?"
Ginny looked up, startled at her brother's snarling comment, and then frowned. Prat. So much for distracting him with the Transfiguration Toffee fiasco. Ah well. At least she could look forward to him getting detention. Now there was an idea. A handful of the toffees in the right place would leave Harry and Hermione free of Ron's influence for at least an evening.
She would have to consider that. Maybe if she locked the two enamoured Gryffindors in a room together they'd come to a better understanding. She smirked.
"I don't know, Ron, why don't you go combing through Hogwart's to find them? We certainly wouldn't want them to be alone now, would we?"
If anything, Ron's expression grew darker. "What's that supposed to mean, Ginny? I think we should go find them."
"I'd have to disagree with you on that one, Ron. I think we should leave them alone. They need to work things out. You know, talk without your rampant hostility getting in the way. They probably went somewhere else for a while."
"Rampant hostility? What are you talking about? I'm just trying to help Harry protect Hermione!"
Okay, maybe she just needed to lock Ron in a closet for a day and see if that made things better.
Her eyes took on a cool expression. "Really? And how are you actions keeping her safe? You know Harry will be far better able to protect her if they're together. Why are you so bloody disturbed by the idea they might be alone somewhere? Despite what you are willing to admit, Ron Weasley, you know Harry and Hermione are madly in love with each other. If you were their friend at all you would step aside and leave them be while they work out their problems!"
"Well maybe I don't want them to work out their problems," he hissed. "Maybe I think they're both better off if they remain as they are."
"Oh, miserable and alone?"
"No, safe and apart!"
"That's bullshit and you know it, Ronald! You're just jealous. You can't stand the fact that Hermione is in love with Harry and because of it, you're willing to see the both of them as miserable as you're making yourself. You don't love her, Ron! You love the idea of being in love with her! You don't want Hermione for herself. You never have! You just want to beat Harry for a change and take away something he wants." She eyed him with disgust, fed up with his attitude. "Maybe you should have been in Slytherin."
Not willing to deal with her brother's pigheadedness a moment longer, Ginny stormed out of the tower, determined to foil his attempts at keeping Harry and Hermione apart.
Meanwhile, Hermione and Harry were wandering around the school thinking about each other. The two had walked back to Hogwart's together, but parted as soon as they walked through the gates. It was still far too painful for both of them to be alone together. Harry wanted so badly to run to Hermione, take her in his arms, and never let her go. But the horrifying memory of her still form at the Ministry of Magic surged to the fore and strengthened his desire to keep her safe. Today was something they both needed – time together – but it was also very painful.
Hermione made her way to a large rock near the lake to sit and think about the situation between her and Harry. From what their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor said, it seemed Harry was actually behaving rather foolishly by pushing her away. Unfortunately, there was no one alive capable of convincing him of that. Had Sirius lived, he would have been the first to slap his godson upside the head and tell him he was being an idiot. No one else, however, seemed to possess that kind of influence over the man she loved. Last year it might have been Dumbledore, but he buggered that up by keeping things from Harry. She knew he still blamed the headmaster and Professor Snape for Sirius' death.
The trio was reunited at dinner, where Ron spent his time glaring suspiciously at them. He quietly wondered what happened between them after he left, but his more rational side agreed with his sister that it was really none of his business. What was happening to him? It seemed like something occurred over the summer to drive him insane. Ginny was right. He knew Hermione and Harry loved each other. He just found he was unable to accept it. And he did want to protect the woman he loved. Voldemort would focus almost solely on her as a target if he knew how much she meant to Harry.
It was that thought which confirmed to him that he was doing the right thing. Those two needed to stay apart for their own good. Once Harry defeated Voldemort, however, he would step back and let them be happy together. He was, after all, their best friend.
Ginny eyed her brother during dinner, trying to figure out what was going on in that mind of his. She had the feeling things were headed in a very bad direction and she was afraid her brother was going to be at the heart of it. She would have to keep an eye on him. It was the least she could do for her best friend and the man who saved her life first year.
The rest of the weekend passed without incident and it was actually with a sense of relief that classes resumed on Monday. Later that week, she received a letter from SA letting her know that he was going to back off and be friends for a while – until she decided what to do about Julian. She got the impression he wasn't happy about it – not that she blamed him – but he was gracious enough to give her the chance.
If only she knew the reason.
Draco Malfoy realized as soon as he received Ginny's letter that he was in trouble. It was obvious the Aldread boy had gotten to her and she was unwilling to make a choice at this time. As much as he hated to do it, he knew backing off was the only thing he could do. Ginny would take any objection on his part very badly. Instead he decided to concentrate on making things extremely difficult for the two of them.
Blaise Zabini had taken on the task of keeping Ginny and Julian apart as a challenge. The more she observed the situation, the more she realized something needed to be done about the Weasley girl's association with the handsome Gryffindor. Thanks to the power and influence her family wielded, and her obvious alliance with Draco Malfoy, Blaise was able to persuade her fellow Slytherins that Julian was the next best target to Harry Potter. The boy was a disgusting paragon of chivalry and virtue, which made him a prime candidate for abuse and manipulation. Several Slytherin girls also decided he represented a challenge to their seductive abilities, but Blaise made it clear to all of them that she wanted him for herself. No one crossed Blaise, so they left him alone and helped in any way they could. Pansy was the only one who understood that she was trying to make Adrian Pucey jealous, and persuaded Thanos to go along with their plans. He agreed to make sure the Gryffindor golden boy was never left alone with the Weasley girl.
Ginny and SA, meanwhile, continued to correspond with each other during the next few weeks. She was relieved that her secret admirer agreed to back off and just be friends until such a time as she was comfortable deciding what she was going to do. She noticed Julian was still very hesitant around her, but she was beginning to get the impression that he was just very shy. Things might have gone a lot better between them if it hadn't been for her brother and random encounters with assorted members of Slytherin House. Apparently, they all saw Julian as the epitome of a Gryffindor and decided it was safer to pick on him than Harry. SA agreed with her.
Draco was very pleased at how things were going. At this rate, he would be with Ginny by the holiday. Aldread was starting to get very frustrated, which meant even he was not completely immune to feelings of anger. It was only a matter of time before the boy snapped. He was looking forward to it. It appeared Ginny was also getting very annoyed. He found himself smirking all day after one particularly interesting letter from her.
Dear SA,
Bloody hell they've done it again! I've been trying so hard to spend some time alone with Julian to talk about things, but the damn Slytherins keep finding ways to interfere. Why the hell have they decided to start picking on him? I thought they hated Harry! Not that I want them to pick on any of my friends, but it's like they have some sort of personal issue with him. At this rate I'm never going to get to have that talk we need to.
Thank you again for being so understanding. I'm glad you recognize how difficult this is for me. I truly like having you as a friend, but anything more is going to be a lot harder considering I've never met you. Thank you for the beautiful earrings, by the way. You really don't have to send me gifts. I'm just happy being your friend.
Please promise me that no matter what happens with this situation that we'll still be at least friends. I couldn't bear it if I lost a friend because of all this. I really do value every letter you send and I love corresponding with you. Oh! Time for Potions. I have to go.
Talk with you later.
Ginny
Ginny was relieved to find a letter waiting for her when she returned from class.
Dear Ginny,
I, too, hope we can remain friends no matter what happens. I cannot see myself rejecting you just because you decide to be with another. I can't say it won't upset me, but I'll survive.
I'm sorry to hear that the Slytherins are making things difficult between you and Julian. I wish I could tell you good luck, but I'd rather be honest and say that every moment you are not with him makes me a lot happier. My apologies, but I swore I would never lie to you.
I have to say that it is rather interesting that they've decided to pick on him. My speculation is that they have focused on him because he is easier to get to than Potter. Slytherin House is restless these days, but I think anyone with half a brain realizes how foolish it is to mess with someone who has the direct protection of Albus Dumbledore. Even Acheron isn't that stupid.
I can only suggest that you keep trying. Surely they can't be around all the time. Of course, then there's your brother. Is he still as annoyingly protective as always, or has he developed a life of his own? That is a man who needs a girlfriend. Should he be interested, I'm sure I could recommend a few likely candidates.
How is your family doing these days? I see your father is adjusting well to his position as Minister of Magic. Hopefully they'll actually get around to confirming him sometime soon. I think the Ministry really needs someone like him to prevent things from getting worse than they already are. Merlin knows the quality of government has fallen to subterranean levels as a result of Fudge's mismanagement. One would think the Wizengamot would be falling all over themselves to confirm someone actually competent.
Take care, Ginny.
SA
Draco reread the letter and considered erasing the last line. And the first. Why was he telling her to 'take care'? Why did he promise to stay friends with her? This was only about a bet. Wasn't it? He didn't actually care for her, did he? Bugger. Blast Hadenthor for putting him in this situation. If it wasn't for the ruddy prat, he'd be happily committed to making Acheron's life a living hell and having a great deal of fun with his not-so-secret admirers. Just this morning he got a proposition from two Ravenclaw seventh years that he was at loathe to refuse.
Wait. Why did he have to refuse them? Ginny had no idea who he was. There was no way she would ever find out what he was up to. What was stopping him? Draco shoved all thoughts of Ginny aside and headed out to Ravenclaw. It's not like they were dating. She had Aldread after all.
Why was it that he felt guilty then?
November seemed to leap upon Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the blink of an eye, to the incredible delight of Quidditch fans everywhere. The first Slytherin/Gryffindor Quidditch match, and first match of the year, was set for midweek during the second week in the month and the whole school was abuzz with anticipation as to what surprises this game would bring. Thus far no one had any idea as to the capabilities of the new teams and everyone was anxious to see what the day would happen. The fact that the first game of the year was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin just made it all the more exciting. No matter what anyone said, Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw or Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff could never possibly match the anticipation of a game between the two rival houses. With new captains, mostly new teams, and the infamous rival Seekers Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, any game between them promised to be more than a little interesting.
It was to this enthusiastic anticipation that Ryselle Spellsinger found herself greeted with at breakfast on the morning of the game. Minerva and Severus had already begun their traditional glaring contest, and to her amusement, she could see the students were frantically roaming about making what appeared to be bets on the outcome of the game. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor chuckled at the blatant display of competitiveness.
"Good morning," she greeted the dark haired Potions master.
He frowned. "Good morning."
"Looking forward to the game, I see."
He snorted. "Perhaps."
"I see everyone is preparing for the Quidditch match later today."
"You have a knack for stating the obvious."
"It sounds like an interesting game."
He glanced over at her in surprise. "You have never been to one?"
She laughed. "No. I am afraid sports were not part of my grandfather's teachings."
"You poor, deprived woman," Severus said sarcastically.
"It is fortunate that I have this opportunity, then, is it not?" She grinned at him. "I do hope you will aid me in understanding the rules of the game."
He blinked. "Er… I believe I might be able to provide some explanation. What do you know of the game…?"
Ryselle was a quick study and by the end of breakfast, Severus had made sure she possessed at least a rudimentary understanding about the rules of the game. He kept it simple – nothing about Wronski Feints or Dopplebeater Defenses – but hopefully was able to impart to her enough information for her to appreciate the game. He found himself promising to sit by her and explain anything she had questions about.
As he headed back to the dungeons, it occurred to him to wonder when it was that he began feeling the need to help the new professor without question or expectation of compensation. Some Slytherin he was. Bloody hell.
The rest of the day passed quickly and soon it was time for the students and teachers to head out for the game. Hermione gave Harry a quick hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek for luck while Ron looked on, glowering, until Luna came up to him and handed him her Ravenclaw scarf. She walked away without a word, leaving him to stare after her incredulously, completely oblivious to the world around him. Ginny took the opportunity to let Julian pull her away so he could give her a beautiful pink orchid and a gentle kiss to the hand.
"Good luck, Ginny," he said, his eyes gazing into hers with adoration.
It was in that moment that Ginny made her decision. SA might be interesting, but Julian was here, a living, breathing, wonderful man who seemed to truly care for her. She could accept the fact that he wasn't incredibly assertive. Coming to think of it, lately he'd been more confident around her, which had done wonders for her attraction to him. Perhaps he simply was shy. Her face broke into a brilliant smile as she realized what she wanted, and this time she took the initiative and pulled the startled Gryffindor into a brief yet passionate kiss.
"Thank you," she whispered. It was all she could do to not chuck her broom aside and drag Julian away for a heart to heart discussion. Or lip to lip if she had her way. Still smiling, she backed away and blew him a kiss. "I'll see you after the game."
Julian stood there a few moments, gazing at her retreating form. He touched his fingers to his lips in amazement at her forwardness, and then broke into a huge grin. It was nice to know Padma's advice worked. He would have to thank her later.
"Julian! Come on, let's… are you okay?" Hermione eyed him bemusedly as she noticed his expression.
"Uh… yes. Of course, Hermione. My apologies. I was simply…"
"That's okay, Julian. I understand. I felt the same way after Harry kissed me the first time." She walked over and linked arms with him. "Let's go watch your lady kick some Slytherin butt, shall we?"
He smiled brilliantly at her. "Most certainly."
The Gryffindor Quidditch team, meanwhile, was getting their pre-game pep talk from their new captain, Warren Bishop.
"Okay, they've got a new team captain this year – Adrian Pucey. He's always been one of their better players, and from what I've seen he's been training them within an inch of their lives."
"Probably because Professor Snape threatened to use them for potions ingredients if they fail," commented Jack Sloper.
Warren frowned at the interruption, and then continued. "They'll be using top of the line brooms again this year, but their strategies have always lacked finesse. Bletchley is still Keeper, so be careful of him. He's good, but I have no doubt that we can get past him. Ginny, Alicia, Katie – keep an eye out for that new bloke, Thanos Acheron. He replaced Goyle this year and I've heard he hits hard, but is pretty weak on the accuracy. If you can, use that against them. Ron, Hadenthor is better this year, but he's still not as good on his broom as he could be. Crabbe is gone too, but Millicent Bulstrode is in his place and I've heard she's got quite the arm on her. Gage Hartley is Montague's replacement and he's actually pretty good. Watch out. Harry, I'm sure you can handle Malfoy, but make sure you watch out for Bludgers. They're going to be doing everything they can to distract you. Jack and I will do our best to keep them off of you."
The team listened avidly as he described his plans. They'd been practicing for weeks now, but now it was time to actually play. It promised to be an interesting game.
"You guys know what to do. You're the best team at Hogwart's, and I have complete faith that we will crush those Slytherin bastards into the ground. Now get out there and win!"
Pumped up by the words of their new leader, the Gryffindor team headed out to the pitch, ready to win the game.
Ryselle Spellsinger looked up curiously as the two teams jogged out to the pitch. Severus must have just finished his little pep talk; she winced to think of what he said to them, and was climbing up the stairs to the teachers' box. She tossed him a friendly wave once he reached the top of the stairs. Frowning, Severus stalked over and dropped into the seat beside her.
"Things went well, I hope."
He grunted. "We'll see. I certainly hope they can pull it off this time. I'm not sure about the Acheron boy."
"Are we on for the game, Severus?" called Minerva McGonagall to the dark haired Potions master.
"Of course, Minerva. I look forward to your house's defeat with fevered anticipation."
Her laughter could be heard by everyone in the box. "I believe it is your house we will be seeing defeated, Severus. Good luck."
"Luck to you as well, Minerva." The sour look on his face contradicted his words.
"I am assuming you have a bet?"
"Every year since I became Head of Slytherin. One bottle of aged liquour, this time brandy, against a bottle of wine from the Snape family vineyards."
Ryselle gave him a delighted smile. "I did not know your family made wine."
"My cousins, really. I do not involve myself in the business. But they send me several bottles of wine every year for Christmas."
"That sounds like my cousins on my father's side. Every year they send me the latest in fashion and art from France. I have a room full of paintings back in Romania I have no idea what to do with."
"It is the joy of family, I suppose." He turned his attention to the game.
"…And Pucey knocks a Bludger at Ginny Weasley, preventing her absolutely perfect shot of the Slytherin goal. Tough luck, eh Ginny?"
"Yes. I suppose it is. Goodness! Was that legal?"
"Beaters are permitted to hit Bludgers at the other team, yes. They are, in fact, encouraged to do so."
"Eric Hadenthor has the Quaffle and is making his way toward the Gryffindor goal where Ron Wealsey is waiting. Oh! Here comes Warren Bishop, the handsome devil, and Jack Sloper, with Bludgers at the ready. Ouch! Sucks to be you, Hadenthor! Better luck next time."
"The Slytherin team seems a lot more offensive than the Gryffindor team," observed Ryselle.
"It is a matter of style. But they both have their moments."
"I see that."
"Thanos Acheron knocks a Bludger at Ginny Weasley and misses! Oh dear. Way to go, Acheron! I think Adrian Pucey's going to have a bit of a chat with our resident Greek stud once the game is over."
"VALERIE HART!" Minerva McGonagall stood up and stomped over to where the Gryffindor girl was calling the match. A brief silence was followed by a loud cheer from Gryffindor.
"And Weasley scores! Way to go, Ginny! Gage Hartley of Slytherin has the Quaffle now and is headed for the Gryffindor goal. Oh! Watch out, Ron! Sorry professor. Ouch! A hard shot to the chest knocks the Gryffindor keeper away from the goal long enough for Hartley to score. Lucky shot, eh Acheron?"
"I see the calling of the match is less than impartial."
"That's what Minerva gets for putting one of her precious Gryffindors in the position. Last year was even worse. Lee Jordan was very biased against Slytherin."
"I wonder why?"
Snape looked at her sharply. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Ryselle met his eyes, her eyebrow raised inquisitively. "I have observed a certain rivalry between the two houses, Severus. I do not think anyone with half a brain would be blind to it. I imagine a member of your house would be no less biased."
He scowled. "Hmph."
"HARRY SEES THE SNITCH! The Gryffindor Seeker is off, diving for the Snitch with Draco Malfoy right on his tail. Wow. Get any closer Malfoy and you'll be brushing your teeth with Harry's broom."
"Valerie," warned McGonagall.
"Sorry, Professor. Katie Bell grabs the Quaffle away from Eric Hadenthor and tosses it to Ginny Weasley. Go, girl! She's headed for the goal, the whole Slytherin team on her tail. Will she get there before Harry gets the Snitch?"
"I do not see the Snitch, Severus. You said it was a small gold ball with wings, right?"
Severus nodded absently as he watched the match, urging his godson silently.
"Why is Harry diving for it if it is near the scoreboard?"
The Slytherin's eyes widened.
"And she scores! Ginny Weasley scores with a truly impressive bit of… OH MY GOODNESS!"
Severus looked on in horror as Harry Potter executed a perfect Wronski Feint, pulling up from his dive at the last minute to take off toward the actual Snitch. Draco was going so fast and was so close on Harry's tail that he never had a chance. Boy and broom collided with the ground as the black-haired Gryffindor flew a loop to get to the Snitch.
"HE'S GOT IT. HARRY GOT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS 210 TO 50! That was an amazing bit of flying. I don't think I've seen a Wronski Feint performed that well since Viktor Krum did it in the World Cup. Way to go, Harry!"
As the two teams landed, the pitch was flooded with students wanting to congratulate the Gryffindors and especially Harry on his amazing feat. Ginny Weasley was also a focus of the attention since she was responsible for more than half of the goals made before the Snitch was caught. She was more than pleasantly surprised when Julian pushed his way through the crowd to sweep her into his arms for a passionate kiss. Hermione flung herself at Harry, her gleeful hug just as enthusiastic as Julian's kiss. Her eyes met Harry's and she knew he wanted nothing more than to snog the sense out of her. Ron was thankfully being distracted by Luna Lovegood, who gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek, and then promptly began leading everyone in a rousing refrain of "Weasley is Our King."
Draco Malfoy came through the match with a collection of painful bumps and bruises, and a bloody nose, but nothing truly serious. A flick of Madam Pomphrey's wand fixed his nose, and she directed him to the Infirmary for a potion to treat his bruises. He ignored her to go storming back to Slytherin.
Up in the teachers' stands, Albus Dumbledore looked on with delight as his favorite students celebrated a well-deserved victory. Severus Snape looked as if he swallowed something vile, but he graciously made his way down to Minerva McGonagall to wish her and her house congratulations. Ryselle followed bemusedly, wondering if everyone in Wizarding Britain took their sports so seriously.
"It is house rivalry, my dear. Those two have been at it for years. I think it has become a thing of comfort," said Albus as he followed the youthful professor down the stairs.
"I should ask grandfather to make sure he visits Hogwart's during a match, then. I am sure he would enjoy it immensely."
"Of that I have no doubt." He smiled indulgently at the granddaughter of his oldest friend. "Perhaps you might take Severus in hand for the evening. I have no doubt he will be in a foul mood after this, and considering how happy the Gryffindors seem, I imagine tonight will be the perfect excuse for a well needed party."
"One uninterrupted by scowling Potions masters?"
"I see you have already begun to develop the wisdom of your grandfather."
She grinned. "I will see what I can do to distract him."
Albus Dumbledore watched as the beautiful Defense Against the Dark Arts professor sauntered over to the Head of Slytherin. It was interesting to watch his transformation as she touched his arm. He went from scowling fiercely at everyone in the vicinity, to focusing his attention entirely on the witch next to him. They chatted briefly, and then with a final scowling glare at the Gryffindors, he followed her back to the castle. As they passed, Albus could not help but chuckle at the baffled look on Severus Snape's face. It was obvious the young man had no idea why he was so willing to go along with Ryselle's suggestion of a peaceful evening in the Potions lab.
Now to take care of Minerva.
After much congratulations and pats on the back, the Gryffindor team made their way back to the locker room to clean up and change for the party already brewing back in the tower. Hermione and Julian waited patiently outside, discussing the latest Charms assignment. Several minutes later, Ginny, Harry, and Ron came back out.
Ginny gave Julian a huge grin and grabbed his arm upon seeing him waiting for her. With a wink, she asked him if he would escort her to put the brooms away. A glare convinced Ron to relinquish his broom, and Harry gratefully handed his to the sandy haired Gryffindor. He barely had time to mutter 'thanks' before Ginny dragged Julian away.
"That was an incredible game, Ginny. You were magnificent."
She beamed. "Thanks. I wasn't sure I was going to do well, but it seems I'm a much better Chaser than a Seeker. I'm really glad Harry's back this year."
"He performed extremely well, I must say."
"Oh, Julian! That was the most amazing flying I've ever seen him do," she gushed. "I'm not sure even Viktor Krum could have pulled that off."
"He seems quite talented"
"He is. He was the youngest Seeker in the past hundred years, you know."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"How did that happen?"
"Malfoy was being a git as usual and took Neville's Rememberall. Harry wound up chasing him around the school for it and did some really fancy flying to catch it."
"That must have been impressive."
"Well, I wasn't there. But Ron and Hermione told me about it."
Julian nodded.
The two fell silent as they reached the shed and put the three brooms away. Ginny noticed Julian gazing admiringly at Harry's Firebolt, but decided they could talk about it later. As soon as the door was shut she grabbed him by the collar and pressed her lips to his.
Julian was startled at first, but it didn't take long for him to relax and moments later their tongues dueled after he took the initiative and deepened the kiss. She felt a surge of joy at his boldness. This was why he was in Gryffindor.
The two parted reluctantly, but neither of them wanted to be interrupted by the group of Slytherin Quidditch players they heard approaching. Grabbing her hand, Julian pulled her in the opposite direction. It was almost fun dodging the Slytherins while sneaking in a brief snog on their way back to the castle. Ginny was surprised when Julian led her away from the tower and was even more surprised when she found herself in a beautiful garden filled with flowers of all kinds. It was warm and peaceful and absolutely perfect after the chaos of the game.
She let him guide her to a small stone bench where he sat down next to her, keeping hold of her hand.
"I… I hope you don't mind us coming here first. I just… wanted… uh…"
She silenced him with a kiss. "I don't mind at all. It's beautiful."
"Your beauty outshines it all, Ginny." He gazed deeply into her soft, brown eyes. "Truly you are the pinnacle of loveliness to which all nature strives. I… it makes me speechless, sometimes, being with you and not knowing what to say. You deserve far more than I feel I am capable of providing."
"Oh! Is that why you've been so hesitant with me this year?"
He nodded. "I asked Padma for advice on how to woo you. Her best advice was that I be myself and do what I felt I wanted to do for you."
And that explains that, she thought. Good. "It was good advice. I've liked you from the beginning, Julian."
He smiled shyly at her. "And I you."
"Julian, do you…" She was silenced by his lips gently brushing hers, and nearly melted when he wrapped his arms around her.
"Ginevra Weasley…"
"Mmm hmm?"
"Would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"
In a flash her eyes were open and she gleefully returned his embrace. She glued her lips to his and time stopped as the two Gryffindors kissed each other passionately. It was only through the sternest application of self-control that Julian pulled away and breathlessly suggested they might want to get back to Gryffindor for the party. She deserved to be part of the celebration that she made possible.
With a whispered promise of "later", Ginny stood up and straightened her clothes. Hand in hand, they walked back to join their friends.
The post-game celebration was in full swing by the time Ginny and Julian arrived back at Gryffindor Tower. She was immediately swept away by her enthusiastic fans, and he gave her an understanding grin at her apologetic glance. She deserved the attention after the incredible job she did at the game.
Knowing she would be busy for a little while, he looked around the room for Padma Patil, hoping to have a short word with her before the news about him and Ginny spread around the school. It was largely thanks to her advice that he managed to win over the red-haired beauty and he wanted to thank her for her help.
He found her talking animatedly with her sister and Lavender Brown near the fireplace.
"Hey, Julian!" Padma tossed him a large grin. It appeared she already knew about him and Ginny. Ah well.
"Hello, Padma. Lavender, Parvati. I do hope you ladies are having a good evening."
"After kicking Slytherin's arse? You be we are!" Lavender gave him a smirk. "I bet your evening's going pretty well too."
He flushed. "Yes, it is. Thank you, Lavender."
"So where's your girlfriend?" Padma asked, trying to save him from Lavender's questions.
"She appears to be the hero of the hour and has been whisked away by her teammates." He turned to look across the room at her. By Merlin she was beautiful! He turned back. "I do believe she deserves every bit of attention and congratulations she is experiencing."
"Indeed she does. That was an amazing game! I guess we have you to thank for that, eh Julian?" Parvati winked at him.
"Er… I would say, rather, it is her one must thank. She is incredibly skilled."
"Yes, but I imagine you've been giving her quite the pep talks, eh?" Again, a wink. This time from Lavender.
"Well… uh…we… uh… I am afraid it is none of your business, Lavender. I apologize, but I will not violate Ginny's privacy."
"Oh that's okay, Julian. We know all about the letters."
"Letters?"
"Secret admirer." Another wink. "Good one. I wish I was so lucky."
"What are you talking about, Lavender?" Julian was extremely confused.
"You know. Ginny's secret admirer? She's be corresponding with him for a while now. Wasn't that you?"
He felt as if he'd just been hit by a Bludger. Secret admirer? "Er… I do not believe that is for me to say, Lavender. If Ginny wishes to tell you the contents of the letters, it is entirely up to her."
"Oh, I see. It's a secret. I get it." Did the girl do anything with her eyes except wink?
"It was a brilliant idea, though," said Padma. "I'm so glad you came up with something so romantic on your own."
"Your advice helped a great deal, Padma. I appreciate all of your help." Who was this secret admirer?
"Not a problem. I live but to help young people find their ways to love!"
"And you have quite a knack for it. If you ladies will pardon me, I have something I would like to take care of while Ginny is occupied."
They all grinned at him, thoughts of what wonderful surprise he had in store for his new girlfriend in their heads. A chorus of "Good luck, Julian" sent him off and he wandered over to where Hermione Granger sat watching the activity.
"Hi, Julian."
"Hermione."
"Is everything okay?"
"Uh… of course. I… uh… was wondering if I might ask you a question."
"Sure. What is it?"
He had to phrase this carefully. Perhaps he should think about what a Slytherin would say. "Has Ginny been receiving her letters from her secret admirer lately?" He prayed her answer would be negative.
Instead she grinned at him. "Of course she has. She's been over the moon about it too. I think it's half the reason she rushes back to her room between classes. I have to say, Julian, I was truly impressed. What ever her 'secret admirer' has been writing certainly has affected her a great deal!" It was a good thing Julian learned to control his expression while his mother was ill. He knew Hermione had no idea what she was saying since she, along with everyone else in the girl's dorm, thought he was the sender of the letters. Bugger.
"I… uh… I'm glad to hear that. Has she… said anything about them?"
"Not really. I mean, I know she's been looking forward to them, and I imagine she wouldn't respond to them if she wasn't at least interested in what 'SA' is writing." Please don't wink, he thought. "I really don't think you have anything to worry about, Julian. She loves the letters and it's obvious to anyone that she loves your company. It really was a brilliant idea."
"Indeed." He stood up, fighting the dejected feelings welling up inside him.
Hermione stood up as well, looking at him with concern. "Julian. Don't worry. I know you're shy and I know Ginny's been a bit on the fence for the past few weeks, but honestly, she wouldn't have responded to your letters if she didn't like what you were writing."
Unable to stand it anymore, he gazed at her sadly. "I know, Hermione. That's the problem." Before she could respond, Julian escaped through the portrait hole, intent upon getting as far away from Ginny as possible. What the hell was she playing at? Was he overreacting? Maybe she truly thought it was him writing the letters, he thought. The answer to that question came in the form of a conversation they had about a few weeks ago. She was trying to figure out if he was her secret admirer, he realized. But why did she respond to it when she found out it wasn't him? Or worse, why did she continue the correspondence beyond a polite response?
He knew he was doing something wrong with Ginny several weeks ago. They'd hit it off at the beginning of the year, but he honestly had no idea where to go from there. Perhaps he should have asked her, but he'd always been taught that a woman was to be treated like a lady, which meant not worrying her with one's personal confidence issues. He'd thought about asking Hermione for advice, but she seemed rather busy with her studies and whatever was happening between her and Harry. He had no desire to add to her problems. Lavender was a no since she and Parvati were the biggest gossips in school, and he honestly didn't feel terribly comfortable with the other Gryffindor girls as he hardly knew them.
Padma had been his study partner for Herbology and it only seemed logical to ask for her help. She'd been very nice about it – no laughing or condescending looks. Instead she recommended a few good books from the library, and then gave him a few simple words of advice.
"Be yourself. We don't want to fall for a lie and it will always be bad if a woman finds out. Always pay attention. That's one of the most important things you can ever learn about women. We say a lot of things, but what we do in many ways is far more telling of how we truly are. If you pay attention, you can learn to read a woman just by watching what she does and how she acts. But you have to listen as well. Most women will talk about almost everything, and somewhere in there we include useful information about ourselves. You should be able to find out so much about her just from listening to her talk. And most importantly, treat her as an equal. Women like Ginny do not take kindly to be treated as if they are fragile little specimens of femininity. This does not mean they never want romance, but they do want to be treated like you actually value what they do and say."
He thought on it and realized she was correct. For the next few weeks he'd watched and listened. To his amazement, he learned all sorts of interesting things about Ginny. From Dean he learned her favorite flower was the orchid. From Ron he learned that her favorite meal was her mother's roasted turkey. Hermione confided that she loved the color green, and that emeralds were her favorite gemstone. Harry mentioned that she loved Quidditch, not that he doubted it, and that she was a huge fan of the Silver Arrows. That bit of information provided a common interest, and from there it was a matter of time before he felt confident enough to begin the wooing process.
But perhaps he'd been too late. Perhaps she already decided she was not interested in him. But if that were true, why didn't she just tell him to bugger off instead of giving him the best snog of his life? Did he do something wrong? Why didn't she mention this secret admirer of hers?
Bloody hell.
"Aldread?" The startled Gryffindor whirled toward the sound, wand at the ready.
"Who's there?"
One of the shadows moved and Blaise Zabini stepped out into the light. Her dark hair glittered in the torchlight while her deep, blue eyes bored into his. She eyed him disdainfully. "What are you doing here?"
"Thinking. I apologize if I disturbed you." He looked around and came to the realization that he was in a part of the castle unfamiliar to him.
"No. You didn't disturb me. I was just…" She choked back a sob. "Thinking."
Seeing the tears flood her eyes, he stepped forward. "Are you okay, Blaise?"
She instinctively brought her own wand up, but then lowered it as she realized the handsome Gryffindor was only reaching out to comfort her. It was all she could do not to dance with glee. Sentimental idiot.
She sniffed. "Do I look okay? I'm sitting her in a random corridor with a bloody Gryffindor, weeping over the perfidy of certain Slytherin bastards! What makes you think I'm not okay?"
"I apologize. I was simply…" he sighed. "I'm sorry. Perhaps it would be better if I left."
Bugger! She wasn't expecting this. "Uh… no! That's… that's okay, Julian. I'm sorry. I should be the one with the apology. I shouldn't have bit at you for being kind."
He shook his head. "It's all right, Blaise. I suppose I should not have said anything." He smiled at her wryly. "You are, after all, a Slytherin."
She smiled back. "And you are, after all, a Gryffindor. One who has strayed quite far from what I understand was a victory party. Maybe I should be asking you if you are okay."
"I… you do not need to be burdened with my problems. Why don't you tell me why you are sitting in some random corridor with a bloody Gryffindor weeping over the perfidy of certain Slytherin bastards?"
She pretended to consider for a moment, and then nodded.
"Have a seat, then, and I'll tell you." She waited until Julian was leaning up against the castle wall next to her before spinning her tale of woe and sadness. Hopefully it would be enough to get him to talk with her about the Weasley girl. She sighed dramatically. "I suppose it's pretty simple, really. I've had my eye on one of the guys in Slytherin for a while now. Unfortunately, my parents betrothed me to someone else when I was younger and until recently, it wasn't possible for me to even consider being with him. Well, my fiancée apparently decided to withdraw his suit a couple days ago, thank Merlin, and so I thought maybe Adrian and I could get together after all." Another dramatic sigh. "Unfortunately it appears he is no longer interested in me now that I'm actually attainable. And when I think of all the things he promised…"
She was surprised when Julian gently took her hand and patted it. "Perfidy is right. I'm sorry to hear your love has rejected you." He sighed. "It appears to be an epidemic, I suppose." His gentle eyes met hers. "He is a fool, Blaise, if he cannot see what stands before him. I am sure he will come to regret not snatching you up when he had the chance. Has he already devoted himself to another?"
She shook herself out of the shock produced by his romantic drivel. Love? "Uh… no. Not as of yet. I… he just won't talk to me! I tried to tell him the engagement was off but he refused to even listen to me. And Malfoy, that bastard, refuses to tell him that I'm no longer unavailable." She looked down and pretended to try and hide the tears in her eyes. "My parents are going to insist that I marry someone else, like Nott or Hadenthor, and any chance of being with someone I choose will be gone!"
"Why do you have to marry someone at all? Aren't you a bit young for all that?"
Was he a total idiot? "I come from a very old pure-blood family, Julian. It's tradition for us to be engaged on our sixteenth birthdays and married upon graduation from school. I honestly never expected to marry someone I could love, but I always hoped…" Let him fill in the blank, she thought.
"Oh dear. I can't imagine what that must be like. I'll admit, I'm from a pure-blood family as well, but we have always been given our choice of spouses. My mother was always a firm believer in a marriage based on love."
Blaise fought not to show her disgust. What about money and power? Bloody Gryffindor. "That must be wonderful. I would love to have the freedom to choose whom I spend the rest of my life with."
"Well that's the way it should be. I honestly would hate to think that my bride was being forced to marry me for my money or familial influence."
At that Blaise perked up. "What do you mean?"
"Well, a long time ago we had similar traditions, but after my great grandfather of about six generations ago made our fortune, he decided we no longer needed to dance to the tune of the old and tired practices. He was sickened by his own marriage to a woman he describe as an 'insufferable harpy' and determined his son would never suffer the same fate. Thus we are required to marry as soon as we can, but we have the choice of whom it is."
She looked at him in amusement. "I honestly never thought I would see a pure-blood with any sort of wealth actually get into Gryffindor."
He chuckled. "You do realize that Sirius Black was a Gryffindor, right?"
"Oh. Right. I guess I… forgot about him. You have to admit it's rare, though. I mean, the Weasleys were all Gryffindors but…" she made a face, "really, does it count that they are pure-bloods?"
He frowned at her. "That is terribly uncharitable, don't you think? Their wealth, or lack thereof, has very little to do with what house they belong in."
"But you have to admit there's no way they'd ever be in Slytherin."
"True. But think about the ideals behind your house – cunning, power, ambition. I should honestly think someone without wealth would be perfect. They would need those traits to raise themselves up beyond their current position. I would speculate that my great grandfather would have been a very good Slytherin."
"But you're certainly not."
"No. I was raised to be chivalrous and more concerned with helping others. Which, I do believe, is in my nature anyway."
"But doesn't it bother you sometimes? I mean, I've never been able to understand why you Gryffindors just keep on helping and helping – risking everything for a bunch of people that don't care."
He shrugged. "It's the right thing to do. I cannot explain it, Blaise, I just know that I need to help others because they need it. Like certain beautiful Slytherin women lurking in random corridors."
She laughed. "With bloody Gryffindors, don't forget." She studied him. "So why are you out here in this random corridor?"
"You mean besides listening to a certain Slytherin about her woes?"
"Yes."
"Uh… I was thinking."
"About?" she prompted.
"About something I should not talk with anyone about."
"Oh come on, Julian. I've sat here spilling my heart out to you. The least you can do is return the favor. It's probably the only time in my life I'll ever have a Gryffindor urge." Hopefully he would fall for that blatant manipulation.
He laughed. "That's a good point." Julian paused for a few moments, collecting his thoughts. "I guess I was upset because I found something out about my new girlfriend this evening."
She raised an eyebrow. "I can't imagine what that could possibly be. Especially if she's from your house."
"She is. She was just… you're going to think it foolish."
This time she took his hand. "No, Julian. I won't. You need to talk about it to someone." She actually found herself feeling sorry for the poor sod. Maybe she'd show him a good time before getting with Adrian to make it up to him. Merlin knew his little Gryffindor bint wouldn't be able to.
"I… We got together this evening. As in decided to start dating as boyfriend and girlfriend."
Ew. Malfoy's going to hate that, thought Blaise.
"Everything was going well," he blushed at the memory of their kiss afterwards, "but then we went back to the tower and I found out something I was not very happy about."
"And that was?" On task, boy. On task.
"Apparently, all this time that we've been trying to get together and getting to know each other, she's been exchanging love letters with a secret admirer."
"Ah. I know who you're talking about. You mean you didn't know about that?"
"What? How did you know?"
"Oh come on, Julian. I'm a Slytherin. We know everything. She's been getting them for a while now."
"So I've heard. What I don't understand is why did she reply back to begin with? Or why didn't she stop when we started getting closer? From what it sounds like, this is not just a pen pal type of situation. But… how do I know?"
"Julian, most women don't send pen pals letters sprayed with their perfume. I hate to say it, but I think this is exactly what it looks like."
"I thought we were getting along so well. What happened?"
"Hmm. Do you want an honest or diplomatic answer to that?"
"Honesty is best, please."
"Okay, you asked for it." She gazed at him seriously. "Julian. From what I understand, you've been a bit hesitant about your interest in Ginny, right?"
"I wouldn't say hesitant. I'm just… inexperienced."
Not to mention pathetic. "Ah. And shy, I bet. Well, some women take that to mean you're not too hot on the interest. I imagine she was not completely sure about you when she started writing this admirer of hers."
"Yes, but why didn't she tell me about him? And why did she keep writing him once I made my intentions clear?"
Blaise shrugged carelessly. "She was probably keeping her possibilities open. You know. Have the secret admirer on the side in case things didn't work out with you."
He sputtered indignantly. "She… Ginny wouldn't do that!"
"Really? Then why did she keep writing him after your little trip to Hogsmeade?"
"I… How do you know that?"
She smiled mysteriously. "I have my ways, Julian. Look. It's up to you what you do about this, but do you think she's going to stop writing him?"
"Maybe they're just friends…"
"Right. And maybe I'm going to marry Harry Potter. Come on, Julian. Get a clue. She likes the attention. She likes the gifts. And she likes knowing that there's someone to fall back on if she gets tired of you." Blaise stood up and turned to leave. "Tell me, what's going to happen when she meets this guy after having spent so much time swooning over his flowery words?" His stricken look was all the confirmation she needed that his thoughts were right where she wanted them. It was time to leave. "Thanks for the talk, Julian. Good luck."
Julian was shocked by her harsh words, but he had to admit she posed a very valid point. From what Hermione said, this secret admirer's letters affected her far more than anything he himself had done from the beginning. Everyone said so. No one complimented the beautiful flowers he got for her the other day or the gallant treatment. Their trip to Madam Puddifoot's didn't matter in light of the wonderful letters from a man with no known identity. The fact that she'd been difficult to get to warm up to him perhaps spoke louder than words for the future of their relationship. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
What gifts?
Julian headed back to Gryffindor, sticking to the shadows in case one of the professors was out patrolling. He had no desire to be caught out past curfew by Professor Snape especially, now that he knew the man's hatred for his house. He fortunately reached the tower without incident, and quietly snuck in to join the party still in full swing. He decided it would be better to talk with Ginny after he had some time to think.
At eleven o'clock, Hermione and a very reluctant Ron began pushing people upstairs and shutting down the party. Ginny rushed over to give him a quick kiss before her brother ordered her to bed, and Julian joined the rest of the sixth year Gryffindors as they trekked upstairs. Sleep was a long time in coming.