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A bit of fluffiness at the beginning, but they are such a cute couple I couldn't resist!

They stood under the willow for nearly three hours, oblivious to the cold. They talked, about their entire lives and Ginny felt that she knew Blaise better than ever. When the first, gleaming snowflake drifted through the air to land on Blaise's arm, they laughed and danced in the ensuing blizzard.

"Unusual for September," Blaise wondered, pausing to gaze up at the serene sky. Ginny crept up behind him and stuffed a handful down his neck before jumping on to his back and hugging him as hard as she could. He yelped, falling to the ground and they rolled around in the thick, damp blanket together, making snow angels.

They were laughing so much that they did not notice a tall figure at a high window, half moon glasses perched on the end of his long nose, smiling benignly down at them while rounding off the word perfect weather spell.

"It's starting to get light," Blaise said, as the first insipid, rays of dawn began to pierce the blackness. "We should go,"

Ginny staggered upright, and ran to him. He snatched her up and pressed his frozen lips to hers, his hand stroking her long hair. They just stood amidst the swirling flakes for a moment, just holding each other tight.

As they wandered through the entrance hall, chilled hands clasping each other, Ginny leant her head against his broad shoulder. He looked at her, and suddenly scooped her up on both arms.

She nearly cried out in shock, but managed to bite it back and instead just reached up and kissed his chin gently. To Blaise, her touch was as light as a snowflake.

She giggled as her carried her up the steps into the hall, whispering in her cold ear how she was a rich Lady, being swept off her feet. She laughed at the corniness, stopping only when a sound coming from the shadows under the great staircase startled her.

Blaise heard at the same moment, and wordlessly setting her down, he drew his wand. She ducked behind him almost trembling. Mentally, she shook herself; she was not scared of whatever it was. She was most definitely not afraid.

Blaise crept forward and with one hand drew back a thick velvet curtain. The space under the stairs was in darkness, so it took a moment for Ginny to make sense out of what her eyes were telling her.

Malfoy was staring blearily up at them, shirt lying on the ground beside him. And in his lap, was a very surprised Hermione.

"What the fuck?" Blaise's yell echoed through the hall, and Ginny took his arm to try and calm him down.

"Blaise, we can't wake anyone up,"

"Ginny?" Hermione was staring from Ginny to Blaise and back again. "What's going on?"

"Why don't you tell me?" Blaise was physically shaking with anger, and the look in his eyes was frightening.

"Blaise I..."

"You filthy, son of a low down bitch hypocrite,"

"I..."

"Well Malfoy, how is this going to look to the obsessive parents? Only son carrying on with a mudblood no less," He hissed the last part of the sentence. "Now then, I may like a blood traitor, but a pure blood, the heir to the holy Malfoy name and legacy is with a mudblood?" Malfoy was not the only one staring at Blaise in shock, Hermione and Ginny were looking at him open mouthed.

"You had the fucking nerve, to blackmail me through Ginny, when all the while you were sneaking out to meet Granger?"

"If you don't mind..." Began Hermione, but stopped when Ginny shook her head.

"Blaise, it was not like that, I didn't try to blackmail you as such..."

"You tried to use Blaise through me?" Ginny was staring at Malfoy with pure loathing written across her features. "He's your friend,"

"Was,"

"Sorry Blaise, yeah, was your friend, how could you?"

"I, I'm sorry,"

"Really,"

"Yeah," Malfoy stared at the floor.

"You bastard, you're not fit to lick his shoes." Ginny bent down to the little closet and pulled Hermione out. "We're going to bed,"

"But..."

"Not now Hermione,"

Blaise watched them ascend the stairs, and then whirled on Malfoy.

"This will be fun,"

"You wouldn't tell anyone,"

"Wouldn't I,"

"Please Blaise," Malfoy fell on to his knees, hands clasped and desperation plain on his face.

"Please,"

"You do exactly as I say and then I will think about it,"

"Anything,"

"First off, put your shirt back on,"

"Oh, right, yeah,"

"I will make a deal with you, although frankly you don't deserve it. First off, you ever reveal my secret and I will reveal yours, which frankly is far worse,"

"Of course,"

"Secondly, you stop acting like such a prick all the time,"

"And thirdly, you take messages to Ginny whenever I need you to,"

"Fine," He said bitterly.

"Nice doing business with you,"

"Fuck off."