Author's Note: okay there's some things I wanted to clear up for those of you who are a little confused. Fred George and Ginny have a close relationship with each other. They can talk about sex and whatnot. Blaise has an open relationship with Ginny and Pansy. They do whatever they do with whomever, but they remain close. Ginny and Pansy do not talk however. They basically treat each other as they would in the books. Ron's well, I haven't decided what Ron is, so Ron doesn't know what he is either. He doesn't know what he wants.

I tend to think faster than I type and so when I read something it makes sense to me and I forget that you all don't live in my brain and follow my thought process. Any who, thanks for the reviews, you all make me feel loved and special. If there's anything you would like to see, I'm open to suggestion. I won't guarantee but I'll go with the flow.

New Note: This was originally titles Poor Blaises and Proud Weasleys. Gryfferins gives it a bit more i think.

Disclaimer: Still thinking. So I disclaim, I know its pretty lame.

Thursday August 14, 1997

It was one o'clock Thursday morning, and Draco was having a bit of a fit. He had let his guard down in front of the littlest weasel, and while it helped his ultimate goal in completing Granger's challenge, it bothered him greatly. It was fine if he acted like he was open or let out certain facts about his lifestyle or past, but it was defiantly not okay that he was open to Ginny without doing so purposefully, and that scared him senseless.

He rubbed his hand over his face and yelled, "Fuck!" He threw some floo into the fire and yelled "Zabini!"

"What the hell Malfoy, its one o'clock in the bloody morning."

"Our place, now."

"Ugh, you can't be serious," whined Blaise. He looked at Draco's face before scrubbing his hands over his own face and saying. "Alright, I'll be there in 10."

Draco disconnected the floo and grabbed his cloak before walking out of his room. He reached the bottom of the stairs and ran into Ginny.

"Oh sorry Malfoy, I was just getting a snack while I finished up the portrait of your mother."

"Weasel, it's one in the morning."

Ginny shrugged and Draco continued to the door shaking his head, he took a few steps before turning. "Wait, are you talking about the photograph portrait I just gave you today?"

"Technically it was last night but yes."

"But I only just gave that to you a few hours ago."

"I know, but I wanted to start it, and once I start its usually pretty hard for me to stop, unless I'm interrupted. It'll be ready for you tomorrow, oh and if you would, after work would you come sit for your portrait, your mother wants it done before we leave."

"Sure Freckles," he said still quite confused. Ginny turned to go back up the stairs but Draco stopped her once again. "Hey Freckles?"

"What Ferret," she said slightly annoyed at the silly name he kept calling her.

"Could you tell mother I went out if I'm not back by morning?"

It was his tone that caught her off guard; it was as if he was worried about his mother, almost uncertain. Her face softened before she said, "Sure Malfoy, have a good night."

"Yeah, you too." He had almost said thank you, but he caught himself, Malfoys didn't thank.

With that, he walked out of the door. That girl was getting to him, he was growing a conscience, not only did he almost just thank her, but he almost apologized to her for running into her. He did not know what was going on, but he was going to find out.

He apparated to The Spot, a local restaurant, bar and club. Draco and Blaise always got a room closed off in the back, in this part of town they were royalty. The room was reserved for them at all times, only they had access.

When Draco entered the room, Blaise was sitting calmly with this hands resting on the table. He thought it was best to listen, and mentally counted down, 'three, two, one…'

Draco slammed the door, before saying in his quiet voice, the one that was worse than his yelling voice. It meant he was well beyond pissed off. "Someone decided to inform the littlest Weasley of my lascivious tactics used to get girls, including the little tidbit you made up." Blaise raised his eyebrows. "Slytherin Sex God, ring a bell?"

Blaise sniggered aloud while Draco gave him a look.

"It is not funny."

"Of course not Drake, but, may I ask, why you care what a Weasley thinks of you and your 'lascivious tactics' in the first place?"

Draco gave him another look.

Blaise knew, that Ginny's awareness of Draco's tendency to shag senselessly was not what was making him upset, so he changed his antics and decided to tread lightly. The only way to find out was to be Slytherin and Blaise knew how to do that well, it was his house after all. "Do you know who, and why they would say such ludicrous things about you?"

Draco glared at him. "If l knew who it was, that person would be in a momentous amount of pain."

Blaise rolled his eyes at his best friend's melodramatic outburst. "Drake, that can't seriously be what's bothering you. She is a Weasley, her brothers hate you. She hangs around Potter and sees you almost every day. No one told her anything, she can see it for herself. Would you care to tell me what's really bothering you?"

Draco sighed before sitting down in a huff. "Oh, alright. She's getting to me, I can't think straight, because if I could, then I would have realized that on my own. What am I going to do about her?" Blaise started to give him a questioning look before Draco looked at him pointedly and said, "Don't pretend you don't know about the bet Granger and I have. Weasley's been staying at my house painting for my mother. She's Ginevra you know, the one I was telling you about in the gallery."

Blaise nodded and let Draco continue. This was his real therapy and Blaise let him get it all out when moments like this arrived, because more likely than not, it would be a long time before he did it again.

"Anyway, before I knew who Ginevra was I made a request to paint some portraits. Then I found out it was Weaselette, but I couldn't say no because she's so good, you should see the portrait of mother she finished today. She started it yesterday. And I gave her a picture of mother I wanted painted earlier this evening. I ran into her on the way here, she's almost done. I mean honestly, it's like she's …I can't even explain it."

"You gave her the baby one with your mother didn't you, the one you keep locked up."

"Yeah."

"You've got it bad, mate."

"Shut it! I do not, I'm just mentally unstable. I need therapy. And sex, lots of sex."

Blaise laughed, "Drake, you shag a different girl every night. And you and I both know that therapy is a joke."

"For your information you ass, I haven't shagged anyone since that Clarissa girl the other day."

"You're joking! I was wrong, you don't have it bad mate, you are toast. You got that girl in your head, and she's not going to leave until you fuck her brains out."

Draco groaned and banged his head on the table. "Fuck me."

"And I would do so gladly, if only you'll let me get a bit closer," he said lifting himself ever so slightly off his chair and looking over top of Draco's form almost wishful.

Draco lifted his head and glared while Blaise grinned broadly. "That was not to be taken seriously."

"Shame really," he said looking thoroughly disappointed.

Draco rolled his eyes before saying in a much more pleasant tone, "Blaise, you know how Granger wants Brown gone so she can have Weasley?"

Blaise raised his eyebrows. When Draco used that tone, he was up to no good. "Whatever you're planning, I don't want to know. Correction, I want to know I just don't want to be a part of it."

"Please? You owe me for that thing at the beginning of the summer with what's her name, the one with the short blonde and brunette hair."

"What?! No! I can't believe you would stoop so low as to use that against me. That's completely unfair."

"Life's a bitch; I need you to seduce Brown for me. I'll of course inform Granger and tell feed her the 'you're more trustworthy' line."

"Oh come on! I just got the boy on my shelf less than 12 hours ago, this is bloody wrong!" whined Blaise. "Why can't you do it? And I am more trust worthy," He said indignantly.

"I can't seduce Brown for several reasons; getting Weaselette is going to take much more effort than I previously estimated. On top of which, I'll have the he-weasels on my case. Then I'd have to figure out a way to shag Weaselette without her finding out I'm shagging Brown. Not everyone is as accepting of multiple shag partners as we are. Some of us have to pretend that we actually like the person we're shagging and pretend we're not using them. Besides which, I never even wanted Brown on my list, do you know where she's been? She's been with the he-weasel, I don't want that!"

"This is messed up."

"Which part?"

"All of it! The part where you don't actually like the person you're shagging, the part where you're making me do your job, the part where you're making me give up my newest Weasley trophy, the part where you're using that trashy clingy girl against me I can't believe you're putting me in this position. You're a right prick you know that, right?"

Draco smirked as Blaise pouted. "Good, you'll do it then?"

Blaise shot him a look before saying indignantly, "Of course I'll do it! What kind of best friend do you take me for? You owe me, Malfoy."

"Lovely, I'll see you in a few hours."

"And I happen to like all the people I shag," shouted Blaise as Draco strode out of the room waving behind him, leaving Blaise to shake his head.

It was 5:26 am when Hermione walked into her office at the Teen Howler. No one else was expected until 7:30. Hermione enjoyed the quiet time to work on her own articles or just get some peace before the chaos ensued.

Today, having finished her article for the next issue, Hermione decided to pass some time reading a book. At 6:36, much to her surprise, Draco walked into her office and sat down across from her. "Good Morning Malfoy, thanks for knocking," she said, her voice mockingly pleasant.

"You're quite welcome mudblood. There's been a change of plans in our arrangement."

"Did you finally realize that there's no way Ginny would ever fall for you?"

"Fat chance, are you out of your bloody mind? Of course that's not what I was referring to," he scoffed. "I was just going to tell you that I am no longer going to seduce Brown-"

"WHAT!? Malfoy, we had a deal! That is so typical of you Malfoy, unbelievable…"

Draco cut her off, "are you finished yet?" Hermione glared but Draco continued, "As I was saying, I can no longer fit seducing Brown into my schedule, so I have arranged for someone else to do it. Not only are his skills noteworthy of my own, but Brown will trust him more easily than she would me. Besides which he owed me a favor."

Hermione narrowed her eyes before saying, "fine Malfoy, he better be as good as you say, otherwise you can kiss your prize goodbye."

Draco smirked as he stood up before taking his usual sardonic tone, "Don't worry mudblood, you'll still be able to fuck Weasley after I'm through with you...not that you'd want to after I'm done."

"You're abominable."

"Why Granger, I believe that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. I'm touched," he said in a mockingly sincere tone that could only be dubbed as sarcasm, just before closing the door, leaving a fuming Hermione behind.

Hermione wasn't that upset at Draco, but she was still agitated. She knew that he wasn't going to jeopardize losing the bet. He wanted Hermione on his shelf, and she knew that whoever he had chosen to seduce Lavender would do a good job.

Sighing she went back to her book, as soon as Lavender got to HQ, Hermione had her own little plan to put into action. She wanted to ruin the horrid slag that stole Ron from her and she was not going to let Malfoy…well whoever Malfoy hired, have all the fun.

An hour after Lavender arrived, Hermione walked into the owlery with a 'letter' to mail. "Hello Lavender, how are you?"

"I'm doing really well, thanks!"

"That's lovely. Well I just dropped in so I could mail this letter. I suppose I'll see you later." Turning so her back was to Lavender she silently counted down.

"Hermione?" said Lavender tentatively.

Turning around to Lavender, smiling inwardly, she asked "Yes?"

"I just really wanted to thank you for the job, Blaise said it was you who recommended me, and I honestly thought you had some hard feelings over me having Ron and all. So I just wanted to say thank you."

Hermione waved her hand dismissively, "Oh don't worry about it, I'm over Ron you can have him, I'm interested in someone far better." Lavender frowned, but Hermione continued, "How are you two anyway, I heard you were having trouble."

Getting a panicked look on her face she worriedly said, "What?! Who did you hear that from? We're not having trouble, who said we were having trouble?"

"Oh, I just heard it around, nothing to be ashamed about really, it happens to the best of couples. I'm sure everything is fine." She gave Lavender a reassuring pat on the shoulder for good measure along with a sympathetic smile before walking out of the room.

There were many odd things happening with Blaise that Thursday. First, his morning started at 1:00 am with Draco's tantrum. That wasn't terribly abnormal, aside from the part where Draco practically admitted outright that he had feelings for Ginny. Not that Draco would ever admit such happenings, but he didn't deny it like he would normally either. In fact he didn't even pretend otherwise, and Blaise had known Draco long enough to see through his nonsense. Then, in the midst of trying to help his best friend, Blaise gets conned into doing Draco's grunt work. Not that it was an uncommon happenstance, but the actual task was something a normal Draco would never have blown off. Blackmailing and messing with the 'enemy', it didn't get more Draco happy than that. These things were fine; he could handle them, after all Draco was always doing something awkward. He had come to accept these little facts of oddities. The day would go on, fine and dandy, as per usual.

However, when Blaise walked into HQ later that morning, the last thing he expected was for Draco to be there, and yet when Blaise walked in that's who he saw. Blaise actually stopped short to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Yup, Draco was still there and it was still 7:00 in the morning. Blaise shook his head and continued to his office and opened the door only to be slightly surprised when he saw the littlest Weasley in his office, at 7:00, sitting, with Pansy.

It wasn't as if both girls were ignorant of the other's relationship with Blaise, it was simply that they didn't get along. After all, one was the Queen of Slytherin and the other The Princess of Gryffindor; it was bad form to make friends with the enemy. So when Blaise walked in his office and saw the two chatting amiably, he couldn't help but wonder if he had woken up in an alternate reality.

When he saw the girls he stopped, looked from left to right, stepped back and closed the door. Once outside his door, he took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, shook his head, slapped his cheeks, and reopened the door. Yup, they were still there, and talking as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"You two are still here?" He asked dumbfounded.

The two girls looked at each other and shared a look.

"Did you expect us to be gone in the two seconds you stepped outside?" Ginny asked teasingly.

"Yes, actually, you aren't supposed to be here!" Blaise cried miserably.

"I was unaware you detested our presence so much." Ginny stated coolly.

Blaise sighed and said tiredly, "It's not that, it's just-"

"You're surprised to see us here this early?" asked Pansy.

"Not only that, but you're being nice to each other! And Draco woke me up at one this morning and I had to deal with his little melodrama, and I just am unable to process all of this information all at once," he whined.

"Well Dah-ling," said Ginny in her aristocratic voice, "Sit down and get ready to enjoy the show. Malfoy just told Hermione that he wasn't going to be seducing Lavender, someone else was, but Hermione got that look in her eye, she's up to something." Ginny grinned, while Pansy smirked.

Blaise looked at the two of them and smiled before shaking his head, the day was becoming more and more odd as the minutes passed. Instead of addressing the issues going through his mind further, he brushed them off and said, "Alright ladies, bring on the drama, and someone get the popcorn."

"I told you it was a brilliant idea to install these cameras!" said Ginny.

"You have no idea Red, you have no idea."

It wasn't until Hermione walked into the Owlery and came in contact with Lavender that things began to get good. As the three sat in Blaise's office and watched the encounter, Blaise decided that there was nothing odder than the day that he was having. Not only were the previous events strangely uncharacteristic, but now, Hermione was deliberately sabotaging another person for her own benefit. It was so un-Gryffindor of her, and assuredly a Slytherin decision, and quite frankly if Hermione was making Slytherin decisions, there was something wrong. As a matter of fact several Gryffindors he knew were going Slytherin and honestly, it scared him a bit more than he cared to admit.

"Well what in the bloody hell is next?!" Blaise cried, throwing his hands in the air, gesturing about, as the rant goes on, "The twins stop in today and tell me for the past 6 months they've been shagging a snow elf and gotten her knocked up? Or I find out someone has decided that they've found a Gryffindor that shags better than me? I mean this is getting ridiculous! First Malfoy practically admits he has feelings, then I see that he's in work…before work is supposed to start, then, I see the Slytherin Queen and the Gryffindor Princess acting like they're old chums and NOW Granger is acting like a Slytherin. Un-bloody-believable."

The two girls raised their eyebrows at each other, but before they could say anything, the twins burst into Blaise's office and excitedly began taking turns speaking.

"Guess what mate!"

"We're going to be fathers!"

Blaise started shaking his head with his eyes bugging out, while the girls were giggling with their hands over mouths. "This is not happening…this is…" he kept mumbling continuously.

"Yeah, we've been shagging a snow elf!"

"Her name is Kailua!"

Blaise choked at the name. That was his elfish tutor way back when. And they had defiantly shagged more than once.

"She even said we were her best shag yet!"

Blaise couldn't take anymore; the fates had it out for him. He never should have even tempted them with his rant. He might have handled it better if it were one or even two of his predictions, but not all three, revolving around one situation. It was just wrong

"That's it! I have had enough! I am going on a break and when I get back things better be back to normal!" he shouted.

With that he stormed out of his now open office door and pushed through the crowd of people that were now gathered in his doorway. When Blaise was gone, Fred was the first to speak up.

"We were completely joking. We overheard his little rant and decided to have a bit of fun. What's got his knickers in a twist?"

"Yeah, that was a bit drastic don't you think? Did we miss something?" added George.

The two girls just looked at each other and smiled. "Not a thing boys. You didn't miss a thing," Replied Pansy.

Draco was leaning against the doorpost with his arms crossed. "Come on Freckles, we've got some place to go."

Fred and George looked at each other this time George was first to speak, "Is he talking to us?"

Fred interrupted with "Well of course he's talking to one of us, but which one is the question?"

"Yeah mate," said George, turning to Draco, "you're going to have to be a bit more specific, there's three Weasleys in the room."

Draco gave a small tired smile that only Ginny noticed. "My apologies, I was referring to your sister, the attractive one," he said fighting a smile that time.

It would be a misunderstanding to simply say jaws dropped at his statement. It would be more accurate to say, jawbones became unhinged.

"Well Forge, I think Malfoy just insulted us."

"Indeed he did Gred, but I can't even process that yet, as I think that was the nicest thing he's ever said to a Weasley. I think I'm still in shock." He smacked his brother's cheek and Fred turned to give him a look of confusion and incredulity.

"…WHA-"

"Yep, I'm still in shock," said George, frowning confusedly at his hand.

"I think I'm more shocked about the fact that you just hit me trying to de-shock yourself, than I am about Malfoy's nice insult," said Fred irritably.

George looked up, "Is there really such a thing as a nice insult?"

"Of course-"

While the twins went about their ranting, Draco turned back to Ginny after looking at the twins skeptically. "Well Weaselette?"

Ginny was surprised that Draco had asked and not demanded. It was for that reason, as well as the curiosity behind the asking, that she decided to go with him.

As Ginny walked out of their sight, the twins put an arm around each others shoulder and cried fake tears.

"Well Forge, I think she turned out alright."

"We, taught her well, didn't we Gred?"

"Yeah, our baby sister, all grown up."

"And she chose a Malfoy to frolic about with no less."

"Mum's going to be so thrilled."

"Ah," said Fred wiping an imaginary tear, "it seems we may have passed on the mischief making torch, and that our time as reigning champions is up."

"Indeed, it's a sad, sad day for the Weasley family, but on the bright side, I don't think we could have chosen a better protégé, to carry on with the mischief making antics."

"Too right you are George, and with Ginny hanging about with the Ferret, Ron's going to go into a fit."

"Christmas is going to be great!"

With that, they too strode out of HQ and went on with their day.