Title: All the Blondes Are Fantasies
Author: smolder
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
A/N: These drabbles won't always be in strict chronological order. Title is a song lyric by Metric.
A/N 2: Reviews are Good. This has been a subtle hint from the author - Please return to your regularly scheduled reading.

"You got my model pregnant!" Pansy screamed at him.

"No I didn't," Blaise quickly denied (what seemed an almost automatic response) from his seat on the couch in the Malfoy's study.

"You rather did, Blaise," Gabrielle said dryly from where she was lounging across the room, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

"Really?" he asked, wide stunned eyes suddenly trained on her as he sat up straighter.

"Really, really," Gabrielle said. And Rose, the only one who got the reference, giggled slightly. Gabrielle shared a smile with her.

Pansy made an irritated sound in the back of her throat and seemed to barely hold herself back from stomping her foot. "What am I going to do now?" she hissed. "I can't put you in the magazine pregnant!"

"I cannot say that I do not enjoy the implication that I am irreplaceable, Pansy. But, you can get other models you know," Gabrielle pointed out to the woman who was both her boss and one of her best friends.

She only made a face at the suggestion. "Do you have any idea how long it took Cissa to finally choose you?"

"I only choose the best," the woman in question stated as she entered the room. She placed a hand on Gabrielle's shoulder and gave her a warm maternal smile before sitting.

"You only choose blondes," Pansy snapped.

"Well," Rose said in a slow almost calculating manner, "if you need another blonde we could continue to keep it in the family."

Narcissa caught on first, her eyes narrowing on the girl and her lips pulled in that slow, pleased devious smile that caused many to try to find a way to back away carefully. Rose though, returned it with one of her own. And - oh, Gabrielle thought, she could see now what Pansy had meant when they were talking earlier, about the similarities in the two.

"What are you talking about," Pansy said sharply, losing her patience.

Rose turned to her employer, unperturbed by her irritation. "V is between jobs at the moment," she stated. And it would seem just like a random statement by the tone of voice she used, if not accompanied by that tilt of the head and knowing smile.

"And we did start our company with the help of the Veela image – the community have become one of our major investors. It would be such a shame to let that go now," Narcissa picked up smoothly.

Pansy looked momentarily overwhelmed to have them both staring at her like that – shrewd eyes, smooth faces only marred by that subtle twist of the lips. But then her mind caught up with her and the idea registered. She would have another of the Weasley girls working for her. Another foothold in that family while at the same time being a good, smart thing for her business.

Her wicked smile caused the others' to grow.

"I think that sounds perfect," she declared.

"Wait, really? We're really pregnant?" Blaise blurted out, interrupting the moment. And everyone turned to stare at him – they had practically forgotten he was in the room.

"Gabrielle, perhaps it would be best to take him home to get used to the idea," Narcissa said delicately. "You can come by tomorrow for brunch and we can discuss your career. I believe as you're phasing out of modeling, it would be the most ideal time for you to start taking one more responsibility of the magazine."

The fellow blonde's smile was bright and utterly delighted, "Thank you, Cissa." She glanced back at her shell-shocked boyfriend worriedly, "And I think perhaps you are right."

A/N 3: The "really, really" line of Gabrielle's is from Shrek...the first one. I am actually unsure at this point if I saw the others or if my vague memories of them are from the advertisement that were everywhere when they first made them. Huh.