Chapter 9 Sleeping With Slytherins

Ginny was out on the Pitch trying to burn off her energy and excitement. It was only fitting that it should start raining-even though it was the end of September. She was getting tired and she could barely see the lights from the castle but she knew dinner would have started by now. She had already started packing when she'd had the urge to fly, so she grabbed her broom-Charlie had given it to her just before school started, a Nimbus 2000 just like Harry's old one- and ran to the Pitch. She had been glad that no one was around, because she liked letting loose- she never really showed it but she was a damn good flyer. Ginny was heading back down after over an hour of flying in the rain when she saw it again. Only this time it wasn't just Potter's tree, it was branching out. It was showing the family trees of every family connected to the Potters. Ginny leaned over to follow the line branching to the Weasleys when her hand slipped on her wet broom and she slid off. She didn't scream or worry, she was too tired, so she succumbed to sleep- fifty feet above the ground.

Blaise Zabini had left dinner rather quickly opting to get some flying in, after all it was raining and everyone knows that's the best time to fly. When he got there he saw the littlest Weasley flying like a bat out of Hell. 'She's pretty damn good.' he thought as he set his broom down and sat in the stands to watch her. 'She'd be a powerful weapon for the Gryffindor team if she always flew like that.' As she was heading for the ground he saw her hesitate and then lean so far over it was amazing that she hadn't fallen off her broom, and then she did. She hadn't gone twenty feet before she was in his arms and traveling at a much slower speed to the ground. When he landed he threw her over his shoulder so he could carry her better, grabbed both of there brooms, and started back to the castle. He opened the doors and turned towards the Dungeons instead of the Infirmary where technically he should have taken her. But Slytherins liked to smudge the lines of technicalities, most people called it lying and cheating but they knew the difference. When they entered his and Draco's private room he placed her gently on his bed and began removing her wet clothes. She was in her lingerie with her hair spread out like a halo on the pillow beneath her when he stood to get a towel. He had just grabbed one when the door opened and he was greeted with a

"Holy Shit!" when Draco walked in. "What's she doing here?" he hissed at Blaise as the other boy went to her side and began to pat her dry. "She was outside flying when I got to the Pitch and she slipped off her broom. Now she's here." He said quietly looking from Draco to the beautiful creature beside him.

"You caught her then, good." Draco walked to his chest and pulled out a Falcon's quidditch shirt which he tossed to Blaise. "Put that on her, it's killing me seeing her like that. She's fucking hot in black." he whispered.

"You oughta see her fly." Blaise countered with a smirk.

Ginny woke with a start, she didn't seem bothered by the black and green silk sheets that surrounded her. She crawled out of the bed and began looking for light. "Where the hell is my bleeding wand?" she hissed, she was answered with a "Lumos." From the other side of the room. She saw a desk and ran to it, Draco had left Potter's family tree out and she was thankful. She threw another piece of parchment on top of it and began tracing the lines she needed and then continuing out. When she had drawn the paths of the two souls she threw the quill down and stared at what was in front of her. Draco had been standing behind her but when she finished he leaned over her to get a closer look. "There," she said "that's all of it. From them into us." She looked at Draco who was still studying the lines and names on the parchment.

"Look, here. Both of them stayed in Snape's family for a while, safe-haven maybe? Came to me when his grandfather married my great-grandmother and to you when his mom married your…"

"Grandpa!" Ginny squealed, "Man always was a bit batty."

"Are you two gonna chat all night or can we get some sleep?" Blaise mumbled from under the covers.

"That depends," she stated.

"On?" Draco prodded.

"On whether or not you're dreaming about me in my black lingerie." She said looking from one boy to the other for Blaise had popped his head out of the covers to hear her proposition. Both boys were grinning like mad men.

"I think we can do that." Draco whispered huskily in her ear. She walked towards Blaise grabbing Draco by the hand and dragging him with her. She crawled into bed with the dark Slytherin, Draco following her lead. "No funny business, just sleep." She whispered as the two boys each wrapped an arm around her and followed her into dreams.