A/N: I got a whole bunch of better ideas while I was writing this, but didn't want to restart. Ah well.

Prompt #36: 8/13/17

423 words, according to Google docs.

Blaise Zabini narrowed his eyes at the cozy image presented in his living room - Ginny curled comfortably on the couch as Draco sat on the floor next to her, both reading from the same book. Since when had Draco been so friendly around the littlest Weasley, anyway? he asked himself, frowning. Now that he came to think of it, his platinum-haired friend had been visiting his flat an awful lot ever since Ginny had moved in.

His attention was directed back to the pair as Draco shifted slightly closer to the redhead, his head almost touching her knee. Enough. He entered the room, his footsteps soft against the carpet. Both looked up, slightly startled.

"Oh. Hullo, Blaise." It was Ginny who had spoken. She uncurled her legs from under her and stood up, stretching. Blaise was strongly reminded of a cat, and when Draco stood up as well, he pushed the thought out of his mind. Now was not the time to get mushy and love-sick. Draco glanced at the clock.

"It's getting late," he said, more to Ginny than to Blaise. "I should get going." Ginny smiled at him warmly.

"Alright. See you soon?"

"Yeah." Draco scratched his head awkwardly, then spun around and headed towards Blaise.

"Can I speak to you for a moment?" Blaise asked in a low voice as the blond passed. Puzzled, Draco nodded. Both men stepped out into the night, illuminated by the harsh light of the street lamp.

"What's this about?" Draco asked, shoving his hands in his pockets and glancing at his friend.

"I think you know, Draco." He paused.

"This is about Ginny, isn't it." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah." Blaise was suddenly uncomfortable, fidgeting and glancing down at his feet. He could believe he was talking to Draco Malfoy, of all people, about Ginny Weasley. "Look," he said, "I know you're attracted to her, right?" Draco nodded slowly.

"Yes, I suppose so."

"And - well…I kinda figured that she was attracted to you, too." Draco's eyes widened slightly.

"You think so?"

"Yeah. And so…." He let out his breath in a long gush of air. "I just wanted to let you know that you're welcome around anytime." Draco's expression was momentarily confused, but cleared up seconds later.

"Thank you, Blaise," he said quietly. "I know how much this means to you."

No, you don't, Blaise thought bitterly. No one does. He forced a smile.

"See you around." He watched in silence as Draco turned, apparated, and disappeared.

He hoped they would both be happy.