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Chapter Nineteen: No More House Dormitories.
Ginny Weasley had arrived, surprised and worried to find the three Slytherins in the medical wing. Harmlessly enough, they were making potions, but she still checked Hermione in concern. Blaise wanted to laugh at her wariness, and probably would have, but in the war being paranoid could be lifesaving. Once certain the older witch hadn't been harmed, she turned to them.
"Mum says I have to show you to your rooms." The set of her mouth said she didn't want to. Pansy nodded and bottled her potion, while Zabini gave his mixture another stir, resisting the urge to smirk, "Now." Ginny snapped, patience gone with the three, and snatched the spatula from him. Setting it down, she watched him slowly pack his work up. He simply held back a chuckle as he deliberately baited her.
"Come on Draco." Pansy murmured to the still feverishly working wizard. His ignorance to the outside world blatantly obvious as he crumbled a flower into the bubbling cauldron. The ginger haired witch's gaze turned on the pale one ominously.
"I said-"
"I know what you said, you damn weasel!" He hissed, "I chose to ignore it."
"Exc-"
"This potion will take a while longer, you'll either have to wait or leave." His calm voice grated on Ginny's explosive nerves. How dare he think he could boss her around! Her hand went for her wand but Zabini quickly grabbed her wrist.
"I swear to Merlin-"
"You'll kill me." Blaise finished for her, "I get it. But it's in Granger's best interest that he finishes that potion." When she appeared to argue he snapped, "Don't you want her to get better?"
"Of course I do!" Ginny cried, "Why you-"
"Insult taken, now put a bottle on that pretty little fury of yours, I'd like to see my room without the fireworks." The glare he received would crush weaker men but he simply smirked back, "Now, if you please."
"Fine, he can find his own bloody way." Still grumbling under her breath, she marched out. Blaise looked at Pansy with an amused grin before following after the fiery girl. The dark haired witch looked after her companion with puzzlement before running to catch up.
"So tell me Weaslette, where's the best making out spot?" Blaise teased her, resulting in an eye roll. He was known for his quiet, player like ways, "Not very friendly, okay, booze?" A glare, "Oh come on, at least tell me where I can get a sneaky biscuit for a midnight snack?" Even Pansy could see Ginny was smothering a laugh at that one.
Her best friend often used cheeky humour to entice girls into bed, even if he was supposed to be mysterious and aloof in some people's opinions. But he wasn't arrogant and showy about it like Theo or Draco was in school, he'd corner a girl alone. It made her shake her head, some things never change.
The ginger witch led them down the corridor, passing the dining hall, and turning left into a dead end hallway. There were six doors here, three on each side. Everything seemed to blend into the white walls. Nothing was labelled but Pansy wagered a guess that this was the dormitory area. Ginny opened the door at the end of the hallway, on the left. Blaise guessed the opposing room was the female equivalent and the other four were for the married couples for privacy.
The room housed eight bunk beds, squeezed between wardrobes and drawers. Odd bits of knickknacks were scattered around. Moving photographs. Pyjamas strewn on pillows. A Gryffindor tie knotted on a bedpost. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products stuffed under one bed. An open book. A little Hungarian Horntail model sleeping in a stoppered jar. A jacket hooked on a wardrobe door handle. A pair of tartan slippers. The room felt lived in, unlike the Slytherin dormitory, who's Purebloods were brought up to have impeccably clean living quarters.
"The empty one in the back is yours and Malfoys, to the left. Bathrooms through the door at the end." A bored voice explained before turning on her heels and heading across the corridor and opening the opposite door, "Any of the unoccupied beds are yours Parkinson, there's only four-three of us in here for now." Blaise looked at the room and noticed it was just a replication of the boys' dorm.
He watched as Ginny wandered over to the front right bunk bed and touched the scarf hung from the top sadly. Clearly it was Granger's bed above Ginny's. The younger witch sighed and turned back to the two Slytherins hovering in the doorway with a resolutely expressionless face.
"Thank you." Pansy said quietly.
"No problem." She replied with a shrug, "Mum's sorting out some clothes and things for you. You might want to have a bath now." Eyeing the slightly grungy pair's uncharacteristic appearance pointedly she turned to leave.
"Perhaps you'd like a bath yourself." Zabini smirked suggestively, "I don't mind sharing." Pansy looked at her friend strangely. Since when was he interested in Ginny? Normally he was disdainful but now…She shook her head, this day just got weirder by the second.
"If you keep that up, I'll say I'd have you talking through your backside from hexing you so bad, but you do it so well already on your own." With a decisive whirl, the fiery haired witch marched down the hallway and back the way they came.
"I see she's got you figured out." Parkinson turned to Blaise with a raised brow and smirk, "Don't play to close to the fire Blaise, you'll burn your fingers." Blaise simply chuckled and wandered into the boys' dorm with a relaxed aura.
"I'm not playing with fire Pans." He turned to wink at her, "I just plan to get little Weasley a bit hot under the collar." Shutting the door behind him, Pansy was left wary. They'd just managed to escape and he was already causing trouble. She just hoped he didn't mess up their chances here. It was the first place she'd felt semi safe in years.