AU!

Warning: swears/suggestive content

THC, Round 2

Slytherin, DADA

Standard

Prompt: (dialogue) No / That's not the correct response.

WC: 1063

"Redheads are like roses. They're the only ones that can catch my attention," Blaise said, kneeling in front of Ginny on one knee.

He was dressed in a tiny waistcoat over a white button-down shirt, and his calf-length trousers were riding up in the back. According to Draco, Ginny preferred men who dressed in such clothes, and so, Blaise swore he would wear them for as long as required. He held a tall red rose in his hand; he had pruned it himself and removed the thorns just so that it would be safe for Ginny's delicate little hands. The strange rectangular hat Theo had given him to complete the costume was perched on his head, and his black hair was straightened to perfection.

"If I'm like a rose, then I'm allowed to prick you and make you bleed—hopefully, to death," Ginny hissed, clutching onto her books for dear life. Her eyes scanned the hallway to look for an escape, but Blaise had made sure she wouldn't be able to just walk past him. He had paid a dozen Slytherins to block her path from all sides—just in case, of course.

Oh, she looked so pretty glaring at him! Her hazel-brown eyes reminded him of that Muggle chocolate spread that had hazelnuts in it. Noo-tella, he thought it was called.

"That reminds me," Blaise said cheerfully before clearing his throat. "Roses are red, violets are blue… I have five fingers, but tonight, you can have two! So… will you go out with me?"

Deathly silence. No one dared to speak after his wonderful line. Blaise thought Ginny would be delighted.

But then, to his surprise, Ginny screamed and lunged at him, knocking him down with a swift punch to his face. She didn't stop there. Oh, no. She swore and cursed as she threw his hat off and rolled him onto his front, pinning his arm behind his back and wrapping her arm around his throat to cut off his oxygen.

"I give! I give!" Blaise choked out, banging his hand on the floor like he had seen several Muggle-born boys do while wrestling in the hallways. "Spare me!"

"Do not use such pathetic lines on me again, Zabini," Ginny snarled in his ear before shoving his head down and climbing off his back. She wiped her hands on her robes and pivoted on her heels to walk away.

A goofy grin formed on Blaise's lips as Ginny left the hallway, leaving him on the ground. He reached forward to pick up the crushed rose. Theo helped him up and patted his shoulder. "Sorry, mate, but you could do much better than her."

"She didn't say no, Theo," Blaise said with the grin still plastered to his face. "I swear I saw her smile at me."

"It must have been gas. Happens to me all the time," Crabbe said with a shrug as he patted his protruding belly.

Theo and Blaise grimaced at the information that they could have honestly done without. Theo said, "You really should move on, Blaise. You two broke up for a reason. Do you really want to go out with a girl who would rather beat you up than kiss you?"

"Oh, please! Look who's lecturing me on wanting to date girls who could curse me into oblivion," Blaise taunted, elbowing a red-faced Theo. "You're such a hypocrite, mate."

"This isn't about me and Gra—"

"Unless you stop pining after the Golden Girl, I won't stop asking my redheaded queen out," Blaise declared, crossing his arms. "It's your choice. Will you stop pining after her?

Theo hesitated. "No."

"That's not the correct response. Or maybe it is. We'll see soon enough." Blaise smirked and threw his arm around Theo's shoulders. "See, the thing with these Gryffindor witches is that—ironically—they're too afraid of allowing themselves to fall for bewitching, handsome, and perfect Slytherins and… you."

"You've got to be joking," Theo snapped, trying to pull away from Blaise. "There is nothing wrong with me."

"Yeah, well, you haven't got Granger yet, have you?" Blaise taunted.

"Yeah, well, you haven't got Weasley yet, have you?" Theo taunted right back, and Blaise had to admit Theo had a point.

"I think we're doing things the wrong way…"

"You're doing things the wrong way—not me. Don't put the blame on me."

"Theo. You haven't done anything yet. You only piss her off by stealing her books and writing over her notes. You haven't even asked her out! At least I have laid my pride on the line and done something about it."

"Fuck off," Theo muttered and tried to storm away in anger.

Blaise grinned as an idea formed in his head. "I have an idea. It is going to blow our girls away."

"First off, your idea just got you beaten up by Weasley. Second, they aren't our girls. Don't call them that unless you want them to beat you up again. You know they're both downright nasty with a wand."

"Pfssh! They'll come around soon enough," Blaise said, waving off-handedly. "Now, about my plan… How about we corner them—"

"No good can come of an idea that literally starts with cornering someone," Theo said, quickly interrupting him.

"As I was saying, we corner the girls and herd them out of the castle towards the lake—"

"Again, I have to remind you who you're trying to herd out of the castle. It's Granger and Weasley—two girls infamous for their hexes and curses—"

"Moving on, we'll use our quick wits and incredible charm to steal their wands—"

"You're going to get us killed, that's all."

"And then, we'll give them a heartfelt speech about how much we want them—"

"I can almost feel the damage to the back of my head already."

"We'll light the night sky with fireworks—"

"They're going to set those fireworks underneath our arses instead." Theo was trying to back away from him, but Blaise refused to give up just yet. If Theo had just said that he wouldn't pine after Granger anymore, Blaise's mind wouldn't have come up with such a wonderful plan.

It really was Theo's fault.

"Oh, boy, here we go again," Crabbe whispered loud enough for them to hear as he walked past them. He knew that this time around, the further he was from the action the better it would be for him.