Here it finally is! Blaise, just as I promised him. A little OC but completely charming.

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"Draco! Will you calm down already! You're so nervous your hands are almost shaking," Ginny said, blatantly aware of her own fidgeting.

"I am not nervous, and I am not shaking," Draco replied indignantly, "Malfoys never tremble."

"So have you always been this incompetent at tying ties," Ginny remarked with a smirk, laughing at his fumbling hands, "Here let me do it already."

Ginny reached up and delicately tied his tie for him. She took a step back and surveyed her work, a little taken aback at how handsome Draco looked. He was wearing a dark green shirt under his light silver tie and black robe. The colors suited him perfectly as he resumed his aristocratic air.

As Ginny watched him, Draco stole a glance at her. She was also wearing Slytherin colors, he assumed she thought them best suited for the occasion, brilliantly silver dress robes trimmed with forest green, Draco thought they suited her perfectly. Her hair was down in soft auburn curls and her nose was wrinkled in apprehension.

"Okay," Draco started, "Blaise should be here any minute, remember now to humour his antics and to play along with whatever I say."

"Why, again, are we pretending to be in love if Blaise can read you like a book?" Ginny asked.

"Because, there is still a chance we might be able to hide it from him and that would be for the best seeing as Blaise can't keep a secret to save his life and it would only complicate things more."

"Your best friend can't keep a secret," Ginny asked incredulously.

"It's not so much that he can't keep a secret as it is he forgets what is and isn't a secret and just runs his mouth off," Draco said defensively.

"So he's forgetful," Ginny said just as the apparition port turned bright blue.

"Yes, but apparently that doesn't keep him from being early," Draco said glancing at his watch, "Blaise!"

"Draco!" Blaise said, pulling him into a bear hug.

"Blaise, May I present to you my wife? Ginny-Blaise, Blaise-Ginny," Draco said.

"Ah, Ginerva," Blaise said smoothly, "Your well-known beauty at Hogwarts is only outdone by your radiance here: Malfoy Manor certainly suits you."

"And as for you Blaise," Ginny replied, blushing, "The only thing that rivals your handsome features is your infamous charm."

"Touche," Blaise replied while bending down and kissing her hand.

"Blaise," Draco warned.

"Ah, Draco, what happened to our pact: Any girl's fair game?"

"Any girl but this one," Draco responded, wrapping his arms protectively around Ginny's waist.

Ginny felt her back melt into Draco's chest as she breathed in the scent of his cologne. She slowly closed her eyes and he, lost in her, briefly did the same.

Blaise eyed them like his for a moment before saying abstractedly, "Yes, yes—this one does seem to break all the rules."

Draco regained his senses and stepping forward remarked, "How bout we sit down for a glass of wine before dinner is served."

"That may be the best idea you've ever had," Blaise replied kiddingly.

Draco smiled and led them to the table.

"Red or white," Ginny asked Blaise.

"You choose, love."

Ginny's hand wavered over the two bottles for a moment before grabbing the red wine. Blaise grinned appreciatively and she filled their glasses.

"Well, I believe a toast is in order," Blaise said, raising his glass.

Ginny and Draco mimicked his action and he continued, "To Draco and Ginny, may you live blissfully in love for many years."

They clinked their glasses and Ginny took a sip as both Draco and Blaise drained theirs. Blaise sat back a little bit more comfortable and attempted to start a conversation.

"So, I can't believe you two got out of Hogwarts early. I've still got two weeks left," Blaise remarked.

"Yeah, how's that going?" Draco asked with a teasing grin.

"Pretty well actually, you know," he said turning to address Ginny, "Slytherin is winning the house cup---"

"---No they aren't," Malfoy interrupted, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"---Well, right after those sodding Gryffindors."

"You know," he said, conversationally turning to Ginny again, "I won Slytherin 80 house points the other day—"

"----No you didn't," Draco said, trying to keep from laughing.

"---Won, lost—same difference."

"How did you lose 80 points?" Ginny asked incredulously.

A serene, dream-like state passed over Blaise's features, "It was beautiful," he stated softly—almost lovingly—before snapping himself out of it, "But completely irrelevant."

"You know," he continued, "the Slytherin quidditch team, which I am captain of, is undefeated----"

"—No they aren't," Draco responded before having a well-timed coughing fit to keep from laughing.

"---As I was saying," Blaise continued, shooting a quick, silencing glare at Draco, "Slytherin's only lost one quidditch game."

"I've also got high marks in all my classes, my professors say I'm brilliant."

---Draco probably would have refuted this too… if he wasn't too busy doubled over laughing hysterically.

"Do you mind?" Blaise asked huffily over Draco's ceaseless mirth, "I'm trying to impress her here, mate."

Ginny started to giggle a little herself. Draco finally straightened up and wiped his eyes.

"Looks like it's working wonderfully," he said, smiling sarcastically.

"Actually, Ironically enough," Ginny remarked, turning to Blaise, "It is."

Blaise shot a smug look in Draco's direction.

"I'm still impressed with the 80 points," she continued, "Must have been some stunt."

"Oh, it was," Blaise replied, his whole face lighting up at her interest.

"The only problem with Blaise's plans," Draco piped in, "Is that he always seems to get us caught."

"My plans are foolproof," Blaise replied indignantly, "We rarely ever get caught, and even then, only when I want to claim an especial stroke of genius."

"Well, rarely ever still results in hundreds of detentions and thousands of points."

"Ah, but you're missing the big picture, Draco dearest," Blaise defended, "Hundreds of detentions, thousands of points, millions of ingenious pranks. Besides, I always make up for the points."

"Yeah, by fooling the other houses and making them lose points," Draco replied.

"It's an incredibly fulfilling line of work," Blaise said, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands behind his head.

"But still, I can't tell you how many times we had to talk our way out of detention, that's breath that could have been wasted on much more important things."

"Oh please, Draco, don't be so whiny," Ginny said, "A little detention never hurt anyone."

Blaise automatically snapped back up and turned slowly to Draco while eying Ginny. "What's this," he said to Draco, "An insult to you, and a love of mischief?"

He looked decidingly at Ginny and proclaimed, "I like her."

Draco grinned, Ginny beamed, and Blaise continued…

"I mean, why couldn't you have found her years ago!" Blaise asked, "Saved me from all those annoyances you called women. Those were some of the biggest nuisances I've ever met."

"Oh, and what about you? What was her name, Melinda?"

"Oh, goodness, don't remind me. But still, that was in the past and this is the present. And presently I think that if you had found this one back in the past that would have replaced extremely painful Hogsmeade carriage rides with much more pleasurable trips."

"Even with that's complete lack of sense, I still understood," Draco announced amusedly, "Besides, I still found her in the end, didn't I?"

Draco shot a clumsy, loving glance at Ginny and she repaid him with an awkward flirtatious smile.

"Yeah, how exactly did that happen anyways?" Blaise asked curiously.

"How did what happen?" Draco asked, tearing his eyes away from Ginny.

"How did you snag her, this gem among stones?"

"Well," Draco said, hurriedly composing a story.

"You see," Ginny remarked, hastily trying to help when suddenly Blaise saved them both.

"Wait, no, let me guess!" he remarked excitedly.

Draco and Ginny almost breathed an audible sigh of relief before catching themselves.

"What a brilliant idea," Ginny replied somewhat-falsely bright.

"This should be good," Draco replied, smirking.

"Hmm," Blaise pondered for a moment, "What could have happened so suddenly that you didn't even invite your best friend to the signing ceremony?"

Blaise paused and pouted adorably for a moment. Ginny, unable to bear his puppy dog pout any longer said, "But you're still invited to the wedding!"

"The wedding!" Draco asked somewhat taken aback, "Oh yes, that wedding… you'll be the best man of course."

"A wedding!" Blaise yelped, unable to hold back his excitement, "I love weddings! Drinks all around!"

Ginny smiled and refilled their glasses.

"Now," Blaise remarked after draining his glass again, seemingly happier now, "Where was I? Oh yes, how you two kids fell in love. Hmm…Ooh Ooh! I've got one: Potion gone awry caused you to realize your true feelings for each other."

"Not quite," Draco said.

"Hmm…a dare? a bet? Some sort of revenge?"

"Wrong again," Draco smiled.

"Wait, wait, I'm getting something," Blaise said closing his eyes and whirling his hands around in a mock imitation of Professor Trelawney, "I'm seeing…a Masquerade Ball…you met and---"

"Blaise," Draco interrupted, smirking, "When have we ever had a Masquerade Ball?"

Ginny half-laughed as Blaise continued, "I mean, wait wait, it's becoming clearer…it's not a Masquerarde Ball, it's a, it's a--Quidditch pitch!"

"Nope, Try again," Ginny replied.

"Darn," Blaise responded, dropping his one-man act.

"How about, Draco was wondering the halls one night after drinking a little bit too much fire-whiskey, he did something incredibly and stupid and Ginny here helped him out of it."

"If by 'helped him out of it' you mean 'attempted to kick him in the shin' then yes, I do think that happened one night," Draco replied, grinning.

"Well then, you must have been her secret tutor!"

Ginny erupted into a fit of giggles, "Malfoy? My tutor? As if."

"Wait! I've got it! You two tried to hide it from me, but I know what's really going on now," Blaise said excitedly.

Draco and Ginny exchanged a nervous glance.

"It was the time we all had detention together! Wasn't it!"

Draco and Ginny smiled again.

"As I recall, you," Ginny said turning to Draco, "spent the whole night hurling insults at me, and you," she said turning to Blaise, "Fell asleep on Mcgonagall's desk about halfway though."

"Exactly," Blaise said, "You two got together while I was sleeping, didn't y'all!"

"Blaise," Draco said slowly, "Don't you remember what happened when you woke up?"

"Yes," Blaise replied, "Your face was being attacked by ferocious bats and Ginny had jelly legs and bunny ears, so?"

Ginny and Draco just stared at Blaise incredulously for a few moments.

"What?" he defended, "Sounds like true love to me."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Well fine then," Blaise conceded, "What's the real story?"

"Well-um-I-um," Ginny said hastily coming up with something, "I tripped and –er—fell, one day in the hall—and uh…"

"And, I-I caught her," Draco collaborated.

"And then we—" Ginny said unsuredly.

"Well, we realized—we just couldn't live without each other," Draco said slyly.

Blaise was saved the trouble of saying anything as dinner was finally served. They made polite conversation as they ate their meal until suddenly, Blaise hastily threw his fork down and straightened up.

"Alright," he said commandingly, "Are you two going to tell me what's really going on here or am I going to have to force it out of you?"

"What are you on about," Draco asked.

"Draco," Blaise started, "Did you really think you could hide it from me? I mean I sensed something was off when I first came in but after that story, I know something's up."

"What's wrong with our story?"

"She--uh,er, and um—fell---and you---uh er and um—caught her—and then you---uh er and um---lived happily ever after? Come on, I know you better than that. Something is strange here and I am determined to find out what it is."

"Alright," Draco said, realizing he couldn't fool his best friend any longer, "We're not in love."

"Never have been," Ginny added.

"Well, that part is obvious enough," Blaise said, "but why then are you married?"

Ginny's face fell a little. "No, no," Blaise said hastily, "It wasn't you, love, who gave it away…it was the fact that I've known this git over here for far far too long. You, my dear, were brilliant; even just acting like Draco is tolerable is extremely difficult, much less loving him."

"Hey!" Draco said, mockly offended.

Blaise grinned, "So, what really happened?"

"Tom Riddle put a curse on us," Ginny said simply.

"Voldemort?" Blaise asked incredulously, "Before he died, put a curse on you two?"

"Yes," Draco took over, "For some strange reason, he wanted us married."

"Wait a minute," Blaise said, "You mean to tell me that Tom Riddle, Mr. I'm too evil for my nose, cursed you too into marriage?"

Draco and Ginny nodded.

"This is bizarre, crazy, completely insane!"

"Much like someone I know," Draco quipped.

"Why on earth would Voldemort want you married?"

"Not a clue. We're trying to figure that one out."

The rest of the dinner passed with the three of them trying different scenarios and trying to come up with an answer. Blaise came to love Ginny's wit more and more with every passing thing she said. And every word that came out of Blaise's mouth was dripping with cleverness and charm that Ginny just couldn't get enough of. Draco could tell that they were going to be an interesting pair of friends. Any onlooker that night would have seen three old friends chatting together. Only one though was quick enough to decipher something more.

Eventually it came time for Blaise to leave and Draco said, "Here, will you come with me into the study for a moment, Blaise? I've got something I want to show you."

"Sure," Blaise responded, "We'll be right back Ginny."

The two disappeared into the study together and Blaise asked, "So, what did you want to show me?"

"Nothing," Draco replied, "I had the feeling you wanted to say something to me privately though so I called you in here."

"You still haven't lost your old touch," Blaise said with a smile, "I was just curious, I was catching some mixed signals tonight at dinner between you and Ginny."

"You don't love her," he continued, "But you know you could? Is that it? Am I right?"

It wasn't much of a question, Blaise was almost always right, cept for those rare times when he was oh so—painfully—wrong.

Draco averted his eyes onto the floor in silent agreement.

"I knew it!" Blaise said happily before becoming deadly serious, "Listen, Draco, don't screw this one up. You've inadvertently caught the right one, don't hurt her."

"I won't," Draco deadpanned.

Blaise gave him a clap on the back, "Well then that's that."

And with their silent agreement they both re-entered the dining room.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye," Blaise said sadly, standing next to the apparation port.

"Goodbye Blaise, It was nice really meeting you," Ginny said downheartedly.

"I'll miss you little one," Blaise said, "You and Draco are both invited to come visit me after a graduate any time you like."

"Oh, and don't let this one," he said jerking his thumb at Draco, "Give you any grief, alright?"

Ginny let out a light laugh. "Hey!" Draco said indignantly, "Let's not forget whose best mate you are here."

"Unfortunately yours," Blaise said laughing good-naturedly.

"Goodbye Blaise."

"What?" Blaise said, pretending to be offended, "I don't get to kiss the bride?"

Ginny grinned and Blaise gave her a light, brotherly kiss on the cheek. He then proceeded to pick her up into one of his infamous bear hugs and twirl around room.

At the sound of Ginny's laughter Draco felt a feral streak of possessiveness swell up in him. Blaise set her down and sent her twirling into Draco's chest.

"Now, you kiss your bride and all will be right in the world," Blaise said, a dangerous smirk gracing his lips.

Ginny smiled lightly and lifted her cheek up to Draco. He, instead, lightly grabbed her chin and turned her to him before placing a soft kiss on her lips. Ginny stepped back, dazed, while Blaise stepped into the apparation port.

With a wink at Draco over Ginny's head and a light-hearted chuckle, Blaise vanished in a flash of blue light.

Well, I hope at least the length was worth the wait. I'm more a humor sort of gal than a romantic, so I don't know how the little D/G moments were to you guys.

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