A/N: Quick Fix! Thanks for the reviews.
New Note: This was initially titled Potions Class and Ron Weasley.
Disclaimer: I can't really claim anything, including the cute boy.
Not long after Ginny left behind some very shocked students in the Great Hall, she headed to advanced potions where she would soon be followed by the seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins.
Upon his arrival, billowing cloaks and all, Professor Snape stormed through his classroom and reached his desk where he promptly turned around and surveyed the room with a sneer.
"This is Advanced Potions. I do not want distractions. I do not want gossip. I do not want toxic fumes or exploding cauldrons. I want successful potion brewing. This will be difficult for some of you, I realize. Some of you will need all the help you can get, and then some," he said, pausing to look pointedly at a few select students before continuing. "In order to assist in preventing an excessive amount of explosions, failed potions, overly toxic fumes, there are going to be partner restrictions. You may not be partners with members of your own house; you may not be partners with the same sex. I know that will be devastating to some of you, and some of you may not have the maturity to handle such changes, but get over it. I'd rather not have gossiping and giggling on my time. Now move," ordered Snape.
Blaise whispered to the others in shock, "Did he just say the word giggle?"
"Partners Zabini," demanded Snape.
"But I'm already partners with…" Blaise trailed off as he noticed Draco pulling a somewhat protesting Ginny into an adjoining seat, where she promptly swatted Draco in an almost painful manner that made him flinch. Blaise narrowed his eyes and muttered "traitors" under his breath before announcing. "I'm partners with Granger, sir."
Snape raised an eyebrow and gave a curt nod saying, "Very well, move to your seats," before Hermione could protest. She shot a glare at the now grinning Blaise, but didn't vocalize the thoughts that were clearly on her mind.
"Now that all of you are seated, let's continue. As I said earlier, this is Advanced Potions. I should not have to deal with the nuances of your pathetic lives that lead to unwanted potion-making. Unfortunately, most of you will not be able to survive the year without ruining the environment of my potion-making classroom. In light of this, I would like to eliminate such nuances until we are actually brewing a potion whose process of brewing is in fact complex. Unfortunately, this will also be unlikely, as most of you, despite your change in partner, will remain unfocused, gossipy and giggly, nosy noise-makers. So as I said in an attempt to cut back on unnecessary explosions, etc. etc., I have an announcement that should eliminate at the very least today's inevitable nuances that lead to dangerous occurrences my classroom. Miss Weasley is in Advanced Potions. As you know she is a 6th year student. She, unlike the rest of you, can make a potion without explosions or the emission of toxic fumes. Her Draught of Living Death was the opalescent pink it should be," he said looking pointedly at Blaise before continuing, and ignoring Blaise's scowl, "and she has already passed her NEWTS exam with an Outstanding, an exam the rest of you are hardly even ready to take. Those of you in the class that are more advanced than others will be learning more advanced material. That means that different students will be at different levels brewing different potions in this class. It also means it will be impossible for you to cheat, not that you would have been able to make it to this level of potions by cheating anyway. If your partner is more advanced than you, partners will be switched, or you will be asked to leave. If along the way you find yourself struggling or falling behind, leave. There isn't room in this class for mistakes or falling behind. If you wanted to fall behind and make mistakes Hogwarts offers remedial potions for that. We will be brewing complex potions, and if you don't think you'll be able to handle than then you might as well leave now. Finally, Mr. Zabini, if your sexual issues and your concern about my 'bits' continue to extend any further from the constraints of your own mind, and you continue to focus on me and not on your potions work, I will speak to the headmaster about having you committed to the hospital wing. In the meantime, perhaps you should ask Mr. Malfoy to refer you to his head-Healer."
Blaise grinned at the little remark instead of frowning. While Snape was the original Prince of Slytherin, a house almost as notorious as the Ravenclaw House for thinking on its feet, Blaise, albeit Malfoy as well, was the new Prince of Slytherin. And though he had learned much from his predecessor in the ways of all things Slytherin, Blaise learned a few things from a few unlikely sources. Blaise learned things that Snape never allowed himself the opportunity to learn and Blaise had his Gryfferin counterparts to thank for that. Instead of letting the remark go, he challenged his head of house, something no Hogwarts student, especially a Slytherin, would have done. No student that is to say, unless you were a Gryffindor. With the utmost look of innocence on his face, Blaise said, "But Uncle Sevie, all I wanted to know was how you extend your talents to your robes."
As the rest of the class turned their faces into a look of shock, some a mix between shock and amusement, Snape curled his lip and gave him a look, "Your obsession with me and my robes is more than slightly disconcerting. The potion is on the board you have 90 minutes to complete it." With that he turned on his heel, robes billowing, and went to his desk.
"HOW does he DO that?!" exclaimed a perplexed Blaise.
The rest of the day went on as per usual, just as it had the years before. Bantering and side-casted hexes in the hallways, teenagers fornicating in the alcoves, students sucking faces under the stairwells and empty classrooms, broom closets filled with people instead of brooms, laughter and gossip before the start of class, and complaints and homework at the end. It was very much a typical day at Hogwarts. That is to say unless you were a member of the Hogwarts Howler.
Blaise was still a bit miffed that Draco insist Blaise give up his new play toy to seduce Lavender Brown so that she break up with Ron. Well, he was certainly not going to give up his little play toy. So he decided to seduce Ron instead. His job was to break apart Brown and Weasley, nowhere did it say he had to seduce the female to break the two apart, everyone just assumed that it would be the easiest way. After a long discussion with Pansy and promises that Ron would be shared, it was agreed. Besides, Pansy too was not about to lose the paper to Hermione, nor was she about to let Draco give up Ginny. Draco needed her more than he realized.
So, after his long discussion with Pansy, Blaise and Draco set up a meeting to talk about the impending plans to break apart the Weasel and the Harlot. Blaise snagged food from the HQ meal cart, walked into Draco's empty office, plopped himself down on Draco's couch and waited, knowing it was going to be a long night.
This is how Draco found Blaise when he walked into his office not long after. He slammed the door closed, loosened his tie and threw it across the room before saying, "Alright Blaise, tell me what you have."
"I'm seducing the boy-Weasel instead. He's already melted in my hands, literally." Draco rolled his eyes, but let Blaise continue. "If Brown thinks that Ron's a true flamer, then she'll back off. Then while he's putty in my hands, I'll spoon feed him little facts about how lovely Granger is. Maybe. And as I've already caught his attention, it'll be much easier than trying to hunt down Brown and convince her I'm a swell guy."
"That and you just don't want to give up your big victory so soon," said Draco wryly.
Blaise smiled as he got up and said, "That too. I'll give you a time later as to when you can 'accidentally' walk in on us and start phase one."
"Alright, sounds good."
Blaise headed to the door and pulled it open. Before exiting he said, "For the record, that particular Weasley isn't my biggest victory. My biggest victory ended up giving me my best friend," and he closed the door behind him, leaving Draco to ponder what exactly he had just said.
Friday September 5, 1997
Blaise sent Ron a letter, telling him to meet in the Room of Requirement, at midnight, on Friday. He wrote in green ink, and signed B in black. He was shocked at how quickly Ron sent him an affirmative response later the same day.
He informed Draco of Ron's response and the time to arrive. It was for this reason that Draco was standing outside the Room of requirement with Pansy his 'lover' for the night.
When the hidden door appeared, it was apparent how vocal Ron really was.
"Right on time," said Draco.
Whether Pansy's mouth was dropped in shock, or desire, Draco didn't know, but he smirked regardless having a strong feeling it was both. The two walked in hand in hand.
"Bloody hell!" said Ron as he heard the door open, and he scurried under the covers.
"Don't get your knickers in a bunch."
"You have my sodding knickers!"
Blaise chuckled, "So I do."
"What do we have here?" Malfoy put on a smirk and ripped off the sheets. "Sodding knickers indeed, it looks like the he-Weasel likes boys, how cute."
"Listen Malfoy, it's not what it looks like," Ron said nervously.
"Well, it looks like you are pillow kissing with Blaise."
"Look, this is the first time I've ever done anything like this. I was just…"
"Really sloshed and blah-dee-blah-blah," said Draco nonchalantly.
"Look, Malfoy, I know we've had our differences, but if you could please keep this between us three, er- four," he said noticing Pansy sitting on the couch who waved politely. "That would be really great. This would ruin my career and it would kill Her- er Lavender."
"You're worried about Lavender and your career? What about your family? Molly would be so displeased that you wouldn't give her grandkids. What about Potter? Do you think he'd still hang around you if he knew you were a pillow kisser?"
"Please Malfoy, I'll do anything, let's just forget about this whole thing."
"As much as I love seeing a Weasley beg to a Malfoy and the world is more like as it should be, I can't help you there. You are interfering with my plans concerning your sister."
"I'll stop I swear, I'll keep to myself, just don't hurt her."
Malfoy raised his eyebrows. That was not the type of response he was looking for. He was honestly expecting more of a fight about the situation, especially when he mentioned Ginny.
"Interesting. I suppose your secret is safe with me. However, in addition to staying out of my affairs, I need you to find out who sent your sister a letter saying dreadful things. I am aware of my reputation; however, there were several things in that letter that could only be known by a select few. Two of them are in this room. I need you to find out who informed the writer and who the writer actually was, even though I have my suspicions. I suggest you talk to your sister and then Granger. They'll never expect that'd you'd give me such information."
Ron sighed, "Alright Malfoy."
"Lovely, but you've only satisfied my demands. You still have Pansy's demands to deal with. Have fun," he said with a smirk and a wave.
Pansy stood with a smirk of her own and walked towards the bed and Ron gulped, having no idea what he had just gotten himself into.
As Draco closed the door behind him, he said to himself, "Phase one, complete."
"Oh yeah Malfoy?" he heard a voice question sardonically, "And what exactly is phase one?" questioned the mischievous-filled voice.
Draco looked up. He knew that voice, and he knew it well. His storm colored eyes met with the brown colored eyes of Ginny Weasley and he smirked.