Flashback:

"We need to... stop."

'It's just a hug... nothing personal.'

"Harry?"

"No," Draco Malfoy huffed. "I refuse that the decorations will be in Gryffindor colors. Green and silver, Grang—Hermione. Green and silver." His tone suggested that he will have his way, or there will be consequences.

"I didn't say it'll only be Gryffindor colors, Malf—Draco. I said that it'll be a mixture of all the House colors. Not just Gryffindor, not just Slytherin, but all of them," Hermione reminded him, trying to keep from hitting Draco in the head, just for the fun of it.

"That's even more stupid. It'll hurt my eyes," Draco said haughtily.

"It's not all for you, Draco," she said coolly. "Can't you write faster?"

"No, sorry, I can't. It's not as if you're helping me," Draco said, making sure he wrote as slowly as possible, to irritate the Gryffindor.

"Oh, so you need help writing now do you, Draco? Maybe you can ask your father to hire you a secretary because maybe your perfect little hands will hurt."

"And who told you that you can use me as your secretary?" Draco sneer.

"You're the one writing because you are left-handed and your left hand is free," Hermione told him.

"Write with your left hand, then!" Draco said in a slightly mad tone.

"I can't do that, because you won't understand it," she said. "Or anyone else who will," she added quickly.

"I'm going mad!" he exclaimed, raising up his hands, then seeing that he's lifted Hermione's right hand, too. "See! I was about to tell McGonagall that living with you'll be a bad idea! But did she listen? Nooooo…"

"You sound like a girl who realized her credit card is empty," Hermione stated, chuckling slightly. Draco, upon hearing 'credit card', became slightly saner. "Credit card? Muggles have credit cards?" Hermione sighed and looked at Draco, who looked absolutely childlike with his eyes all wide.

"Just write, Draco," Hemione said in an exasperated tone.

"No! I quit!" Draco yelled. "I'm a Malfoy, and Malfoy's aren't secretaries! This is abuse!" Hermione looked incredulous, then offended.

"Being with you is abuse, Draco, with your princess-y attitude," she retorted.

"Funny, isn't it, Hermione? That's exactly what I was thinking a while back," Draco sneered. "I told you, Malfoy's aren't secretaries."

Hermione made a face. "I'm afraid this one is. Write," she commanded. Draco glowered at her, but still obliged.

After a while, the sound of Draco's quill moving across the parchment diminished.

Maybe he's thinking up ideas, Hermione thought. She was tired and it was dark. She put her book down, plopped her arms on the desk and closed her eyes. I'm just resting my eyes, she assured no one in particular.

Minerva McGonagall smiled at the sight before her eyes. The two sworn enemies, looking quite adorable, were fast-asleep. The charm had worn off already, but their fingers were intertwined under the table.

!i!

"Hey, Ginny," Harry said, his voice hard, yet his eyes, those emerald orbs, aking her to explain. "Zabini," he said tersely accompanied by a curt nod.

"Potter," Blaise said, after clearing his throat.

"Can I have Ginny for a while?" Harry asked. Blaise resisted the urge to raise his eyebrows.

"Sure, she's yours anyway," Blaise said quietly. He knew when to leave a party anyway. "See you around, Red." He jammed his hands to his pockets and left.

"So, Ginny…" Harry began, his throat dry.

"I know what you're asking Harry, and the answer is no. No, Blaise is not coming between us. And yes, we hugged, but it was friendly. Nothing else."

"Why?" he said, his voice hoarse.

"He told me about his breakup," Ginny said shortly, she didn't want to tell Harry everything, besides it wasn't Harry's business, unless Blaise says so.

"Oh," Harry said, relaxing a bit. "Ron and I are gonna have a quick fly, wanna join?"

"Don't have a broom," Ginny said and Harry grinned.

"But isn't that the whole point?" he asked, his eyes twinkling in a way that Dumbledore would've been proud of. He would have a little chat with the dark-haired boy later.

!i!

Blaise walked over to his room (of course it's also Draco's but he's staying at the Head's dorm) and groaned as he sat before his desk. He still had 1 hour and 3o minutes to do whatever he wants before he gets to see Snape.

"What to do… What to do…" he said idly, strumming his fingers on the table. He went to his bed and took out his trunk, rummaging through it for a small box. "C'mon, I know it's here… somewhere," he murmured. "Aha, there you are." He gingerly opened it, and smiled. It was there, shrinked. A Pensieve very similar to Ablus Dumbledore's. He took it out of its container and tapped it, muttering 'engorgio' as he did.

The memory that was in it was of his first day at Hogwarts. With his mother. He leaned in.

"So, remember, Blaise, to find the right people," his mother instructed. "I know you are a wonderful judge of character. And, honey, loosen up. No girl will like you if you're tense all the time. Be well behaved, young man. I do not want to get a letter because you've messed up the first week."

Blaise looked up at his mother and smiled anxiously. "What if I'm not in Slytherin, mum? Will you get mad?"

"Mad? Just because you didn't get into the same House as I?" His mother looked slightly offended. She bent down and ruffled Blaise's dark hair. "Of course not, sweetie. I love you, no matter what House you're going to be in. You're father would've been proud. Very proud of you."

The train signaled that it was going to leave soon.

"…Mum, can't I go? I want to go too!" a little auburn haired girl whined not en feet away.

"No, not until you're eleven, Ginny," a plump woman said in a slightly annoyed tone.

"But they say Harry Potter is on the train right now, I don't want to miss him, Mum, please?"

"Blaise, honey, look here," his mother instructed. "Don't forget to write to me every week, OK?" Tears were starting to well up in the beautiful woman's eyes.

"No, mum, don't cry… not here, please. I promise I'll write to you two times a week, if I can manage!" Blaise said, desperately trying to keep his mother from crying. "I'm going now, mum," he said, awkwardly patting his mother on the back. "Take care of yourself while I'm gone, OK?"

As the young Blaise got into the train, he flashed a smile to his mother and caught a glimpse of red hair. Ginny.

As Blaise was thrown back to the real world, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. He missed his mother a lot, though he could hide it very well. In her last letter, she told him that she felt a bit ill, and he was instantly worried. It's been 2 weeks since she last wrote, and the dark haired Slytherin could think of a lot of things that can happen in two weeks.

He checked his watch, it was quarter to eight. He combed his hair, straightened his tie and walked to Snape's classroom. He was the first one there. Soon after he sat down, Harry, Ron and Neville went in.

Snape frowned, irritated at the fact that he can't dock points because not one of them were late. "So, seeing as you four weren't able to make the Draught of Sleep, I'm pairing you in order for the job to be easier. Blaise, you're with Potter. Weasley with Longbottom. Instructions are on the board, ingredients on the table. You may begin."

"Fancy seeing a Slytherin here," Harry mumbled quietly as he squeezed the juice out of a bean with a silver knife, but loud enough for Blaise to hear.

"Yeah, I've told myself that," Blaise murmured. He tensed as Harry glared at him; his piercing green eyes bore holes into his body.

"Had fun with my girlfriend, have you?" the Gryffindor sneered.

"As a matter of fact, I did have fun. Ginny's quite a good companion," Blaise said truthfully. Harry just got angrier when Blaise said her name.

"I'll give you some advice, Zabini. Stay away from her or you'll regret that you were ever born." Blaise was nonplussed at his threat but he just raised his eyebrow.

"That means you won't kill me right?" Blaise asked.

"No, I won't. I'll just make your life a living hell," the green-eyed man replied curtly.

"Sounds like a plan, Potter. Let's see you carry that out," Blaise said in a joking manner. When the potion simmered a nice shade of light blue, as the instructions said, Snape passed through them, sneering at Harry.

"Very impressive," he said, though he didn't sound impressed at all. "You may go."

Blaise picked up his belongings, ready to bolt for the Common Room if the Boy Who Triumphed Using a Disarming Spell tried to…

"There, you don't want to leave that fast, Zabini."

…corner him.

"Honestly, Potter, I don't want to fight you," Blaise said, hoping his voice sounded sincere. "And I'm not trying to steal your girlfriend."

"Swear it, Zabini. Swear you won't try to get Ginny for yourself. Make the Oath to Agrippa."

The Oath to Agrippa wasn't as bad as the Unbreakable Vow, but for a vain – though he wouldn't admit it – person like him, warts all over his face weren't exactly acceptable. But he wouldn't say that either.

He rolled his eyes in a 'I really don't have time for this' manner and put his right hand to his heart.

"I, Blaise Zabini, make the Oath to Agrippa not to pursue Ginevra Weasley unless the time sees fit and that I'll try to be friendly with Harry Potter as much as possible." A violet light circled around his wand. Blaise smirked and waved saying, "'Bye, Potter." But inwardly thinking, 'What the fucking hell have I done?'

A/N

Me: I'm getting suckish at updating. And personally, I don't think this chapter is all that good. I have about a million excuses but I don't want to waste more of your time. Review?

Disclaimer: I do not own the HP series, if I had, my internet will be WHOA, and my room would be big. And my whole house'll be air-conditioned. ;)

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