Blaise Zabini was well-known for his extravagant parties. He lived in a beautiful, large flat all by himself and loved to throw parties for every occassion that arose. This party, impaticular was very important to him because he had an ulterior motive for throwing it. It was not his birthday, he hadn't received a work promotion, and it certainly wasn't a holiday. He simply wanted his two best friends in the same room.
Back in Hogwarts, Blaise was the ultimate Slytherin bad boy. His best friend was Draco Malfoy and they caused all kinds of havok together during their younger years. Eventually they had to grow-up as all boys do, and with the war fastly approaching they had to grow-up a Hell of a lot faster. Both shocked everyone by defying their families and joining the Order.
Blaise had his own reasons for choosing the light side and even though they weren't exactly ethical they got him through the war unscathed. He chose to fight for the Order because he thought they had a better chance of winning, he certainly didn't want to spend the remainder of his life sitting on his arse in Azkaban. Not to mention the idea of maring his perfect skin with a disgusting tatoo was not very appealing. After joining the Order, Blaise new he had made the right decision and he actually came to respect the people he fought beside.
Draco was a completely different story. He was brought to the Order by Professor Snape after Dumbledore's death. Blaise was certain that he would try to escape or atleast be somewhat defiant, but it was quite the opposite. He kept his bad attitude and arrogant ways, but he never expressed any interest in returning to Voldemort. Even as his best friend, Blaise was baffled by this. Well, that was until he saw the way Draco watched the Weasley girl. As cliche as it was, Draco had chosen the light side for a girl.
Needless to say, Harry Potter was a very shocked young man to come home and discover his ex-girlfriend in the arms of his former enemy. Blaise still laughs out loud just thinking about the look on Harry's face. Draco and Ginny were happy and very much in love, but life happens as it always does. They split up, forcing Blaise to divide his time between his two best friends.
That's right, Ginny Weasley had become one of his closest friends. Not only because she was dating Draco, but because he geuinely liked her. She was unlike any other girl he had ever met, mainly because she wasn't like a girl at all. Blaise had even managed to become friends with Harry and Ron as well, there weren't so bad once he got to know them. Draco and Ron were civil, but it was very imporbable that Draco and Harry would ever get along. Both were much too prideful for that, but as far as Blaise was concerned they were entertaining to watch.
Back to the point at hand, though, the party. It had been a whole year since Draco and Ginny had broken things off, and they avoided each other like the plague. Tonight would be the first time they would be under the same roof. Blaise was beyond excited. All he wanted was for them to reconcile, not because they were still in love with each other (even though they were) but because it would make things easier for him. They would finally all be able to hang out together again. Keep in mind Blaise is Slytherin through and through, his main motivation in life is to please himself.
As he strolled around his flat, making sure every detail was perfect the guests began to arrive. His face lit up in excitement for the night and he greeted his guests with a smile on his face. He prided himself on being a sneaky bastard, it was only natural that he had his two friends arriving on false pretenses. They knew they were coming to a party, but they were both under the impression that the other would not be present.
Ginny was the first to arrive, and Blaise approached her immediately. She eyed him skeptically, she was much to perceptive for a Gryffindor.
"Okay, are you going to spill now or am I just going to have to wait and see?" she asked with a smirk.
"Why Ginevra, whatever do you mean?"
"Oh cut the crap Zabini, I know you're up to something"
His only response was to smile back sweetly, flashing his pefectly straight teeth. Ginny rolled her eyes, knowing this act all to well. She could only hope that his schemeing did not involve her. This thought was short-lived, however, for at that moment Draco Malfoy came into view. Her jaw dropped immediately at seeing him, and Blaise followed her line of sight smiling to himself.
"Well look who's here," he said nonchalantly.
Ginny turned on him quickly, smaking him hard on the arm.
"What is HE doing here?" she asked clearly outraged.
"It seems he was able to attend the party afterall," Blaise said shrugging.
Ginny glared at him, her anger bubbling inside and threatening to overflow. She wanted to leave, to get away before he saw her but Blaise had a strong grip on her arm.
"You're not leaving, Ginny," he said seriously.
"Why the Hell not!" she said trying to free herself.
Blaise continued holding on to her, determined to keep her at the party. She would not ruin his plan.
"Blaise, where are your manners? Release the lady," a voice said from behind.
Ginny froze in her attempts to get away. She knew that voice, knew it all to well even though she hadn't heard it in a year. Blaise dropped her arm with a self-satisfied smirk placed on his face.
"I do not need help from YOU," Ginny said, avoiding his face and looking anywhere but at him.
"I was only trying to help"
"Shove-it Malfoy," she said bitterly.
"Now Ginevra, that was simply unnecessary"
At this point Blaise made a hasty exit, seeing as the two were not paying him any attention. He congradulated himself on a job well done and went off in search of alcohol and pretty women.
"Talking to you at all is unnecessary," Ginny responded angrily, finally facing him.
She hated that he was so attractive without even trying to be, he simply was. She would love nothing more than to pummel his perfect face, to break his aristocratic nose and split open his thin lips.
"This isn't exactly how I pictured our first meeting in a year going," he stated, ignoring her last comment.
"How did you picture it then?" she asked a bit intrigued.
"Me pressing you up against a wall somewhere and ravishing you," he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Against her own will, Ginny's cheeks turned a pale pink. She suddenly felt like the room was closing in on them and she was finding it harder to breath.
"You disgust me," she said not nearly as spiteful as she hoped.
He just smiled that arrogant smile of his, knowing that secretly she had pictured the same scene. Ginny pushed past him, determined to get as far away from Draco Malfoy as she absolutely could. Alcohol, she needed alcohol and lots of it. When she found Blaise she was definitely going to kill him.
Meanwhile, Blaise was enjoying the party immensely. He continued drinking until the night became one big blur, probably making a fool out of himself and not even knowing it. He wasn't surprised to wake up the next morning with a woman in his bed. He only wished he could remember how they got there and how it had been, maybe if she was up for it then they would have another go of it.
Blaise enhaled her scent of cinnamon and strawberries, and found it to be very pleasant yet strangely familiar. He opened his eyes and almost fell off the bed when he realized who was laying in his arms. His mind was screaming 'NO' over and over again. He racked his brain, trying to remember what had happened. The last he had seen of her was when he left her with Draco. How the Hell did she end up in his bed?
He looked down at her sleeping, naked form. He had slept with his best friend, and damn if she didn't look unbelievably sexy with her fiery hair spread out across his pillow. What was he thinking? What was he going to tell her? How would she react? She began to stir beside him, and he suddenly felt very nervous. What had he done and however did he end up shagging Ginny Weasley?
