Votes are in and looks like you all wanted Blaise, and lots of him. And how can I blame you? stares adoringly at Blaise :-D

So, your wish is my command…this is a short chapter with lots of talk about Blaise….basically just leading up to next chapter when he comes to dinner. Which I will post, soon, very soon, I promise.

…as soon as a write it. :-)

You know you love me :-D

Ginny sat on top of her wooden chest, her back to the huge windowed doors that led out to the veranda. She surveyed her cream colored walls, decorated with her posters and pictures, and her large burgundy canopy bed before turning back to her letter.

"Since when did it become so hard to write to home," Ginny pondered out loud.

She finally finished her job and folded up the letter containing a short, but loving, note to her parents alone, explaining delicately the situation (which she assumed Dumbledore had already alluded to them), asking them to cover for her to her brothers until the first chance she had to come home and explain everything.

Ginny was worried about how they would take it when she finally told them straight out. She knew that Bill and Charlie would believe whatever she told them and wouldn't pry unless they thought she was unhappy. They could be extremely overprotective though so she had to play her cards right. Percy, well she didn't really care what Percy thought anyways, he would be either ecstatic, indifferent, or angry depending on how he thought her marriage would affect his career, or if at all. Fred and George, well they were the only ones Ginny had told thus far, and she knew she could trust them. She was looking forward to talking to them though, their brief meeting during the daydream charm fiasco made her heart ache for their crazy ideas and brilliant plans. She knew, no matter what, she could always count on the twins, especially when she needed help with the rest of her family. Especially, Ron, who Ginny knew would probably flip out. She was wondering whether or not she should just tell her whole family the truth instead of pretending to be in love with Draco when Draco walked in with a large, majestic brown owl on his shoulder.

The owl automatically took flight, and landed on Ginny's head.

Draco chuckled, "I thought you might need him to send that letter, looks like he's taken a liking to you."

"He's beautiful," Ginny said disentangling herself from it's claws, "And rather annoying," she added.

Both Ginny and Draco immediately thought to themselves, "Much like someone else I know."

"Well if you're so attached," Draco said, his eyes dancing at his own pun, "Then he's yours."

"Great," Ginny said half-sarcastically.

"Want to take a walk with me?" Draco asked curiously.

"Sure," Ginny said hesitantly, "I guess so."

They walked down the stairs and outside in silence. Eventually they reached the outside gardens and Malfoy sat gracefully down upon a stone bench. Ginny opted for sitting on the pathway, her back against the far side of the bench.

Ginny finally broke the silence, "So, why are we here Draco?"

"It's about to rain," he said, uncharacteristically lifting his face towards Heaven and breathing in the cool scent.

"I bow to your extreme weather knowledge, now out with it."

"I think we should have a wedding."

Ginny almost gasped, "A wedding? Are you off your bloody rocker?"

"No, think about it—we have a huge ceremony, invite everyone who's anyone—we'll play our parts well and quell any suspicions anyone might have about our marriage."

"A wedding…." Ginny said softly, tossing the idea around.

"We don't have to decide anything right now, just thought I'd throw that out there," Draco responded, trailing off. They both let the subject temporarily drop.

"Now," Ginny said a trace of a smirk gracing her lips, "What did you really want to talk to me about?"

"I invited Blaise to dinner tomorrow night. He got special permission from Dumbledore and said he would be coming at eight," Draco said, his eyes betraying a hint of nervousness.

"Do you still want me attending this dinner?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, yes," Draco said brushing this off, "But there are a few things you should know beforehand…"

"For some reason I don't like the sound of this," Ginny said looking catiously at him.

"Well Blaise is…." Draco attempted, "What I mean to say is Blaise can get…..," he tried once more, "Okay…Blaise is completely insane."

"Comforting."

"I mean he's not seriously mental or anything, it's just that he's….odd, yes that's it, extremely odd. Actually, you kind of remind me of him a little bit."

"Gee, thanks," Ginny remarked dryly.

"Also," Draco continued, letting his nerves run off with his mouth, "He gets overly-excited when he gets an idea and it's all going great and you're so caught up in it all…and then you'll find yourself in Canada a week later entering a pie-eating contest wearing nothing but rainboots and an umbrella hat. Oh, and never feed him licorice, remember that, and you should probably steer clear of ever…."

Ginny put her hand on Draco's knee, cutting him off. She said kindly, "Draco, if you're so worried about Blaise liking me, I mean I could…"

"No, it's not that. Blaise will love you."

Ginny cocked an eyebrow at this.

"I mean, even if Blaise didn't love you, then he would still like and respect you just because you're my wife. But you don't need to worry about it, he's going to love you."

"Then what are you so nervous about?"

"Blaise, uh….well Blaise thinks that I just up and married you without even giving him an explanation."

"Right….not quite following here…isn't that why I'm supposed to pretend to be in love with you tomorrow night?" Ginny asked confusedly.

"Exactly, I'd much rather Blaise didn't know the whole truth."

"So, what's the problem then?"

……

"Blaise and I stopped lying to each other years ago. He can read me almost as easily as I can read him."

"Crap…And it all hits the fan"

"My thoughts exactly…"

Sorry this chapter is so hurried...I was just trying to get to the Blaise dinner.

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