Apologies to everyone I didn't reply to, my laptop has been taken away *sob* so I have had to beg to use this one, as a result I haven't had as much time as I would have liked. So, thank you to everyone who reviewed, especially to the new reviewers :)

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By the by, just to remind you all, anything written in first person is Malfoy's POV, just thought I had better say because I haven't written from his POV for a while.

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Hope you enjoy reading this chapter and love to you ALL ^^

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"Hermione," Ginny complained as her friend dragged her towards one of the less reputable pubs in Hogsmeade, "This is not a suitable place,"

"So sorry," Hermione paused before the doorway, hair in disarray and eyes bright, "But everywhere else is closed and I for one do not fancy going back up to Hogwarts yet,"

"Fine, but only one drink, OK?"

"Spoilsport,"

Ginny giggled as the normally sensible Hermione stuck out her tongue and led the way into the dingy building.

She halted as a burst of raucous laughter ensued from a table in the furthest corner, sure she recognised the voices. But her eyes swam, and her head felt as though someone had wrapped it in the crackly muggle substance bubble wrap, so she bit back an exclamation and followed her friend up to the bar.

"Alright?" A wizard who had draped himself over the furthest end of the bar winked at a startled Ginny.

"Yes thank you," She said stiffly, turning away from him as Hermione ordered two firewhiskeys. "Want me to find a table while you wait for the drinks?"

"Good idea," Hermione balanced on tip toes surveying the room, "I think that one over there is free,"

Ginny made her way towards the table and sunk onto a chair with a sigh of relief. She watched the leaping flame of the candle before her while she waited, unprepared for the sudden intrusion of a certain blond Slytherin.

"Ah, my favourite blood traitor," He grinned down at her, his eyes glittering in the sparkle of the candle.

"Malfoy," She shifted in her chair, feeling extremely uncomfortable under Draco's bold stare.

"Come and join us," He smiled easily, indicating the table in the corner. With a jolt, Ginny recognised Blaise, and a shiver danced up her spine.

"Certainly," She stood, seizing Hermione by the elbow as she appeared with the drinks and steering her towards the Slytherins.

"Ginny, what the hell are you doing?"

"Living a little, you should try it,"

"Ginny, that's Draco Malfoy, where in Merlin's beard did he come from?"

"Hogwarts, same as us,"

"Oh he is gorgeous,"

"Hermione!"

"What?" She looked at Ginny innocently with large brown eyes, one finger twisting a strand of hair absentmindedly through her fingers.

"Fine, granted, but he's also a player, and a prat, and..."

"Have you noticed how perfectly his skin tone compliments his eyes?"

"I give up,"

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This is so bloody perfect; I never expected another opportunity with the Weasley girl so soon. She's looking delectably ruffled, blinking her copper hair out of those beautiful eyes. Why, she's almost as gorgeous as me, what a compliment. I'll just take her arm, help her into her chair. I'll be amazed if I don't get lucky tonight, me being me. I always take extra time getting ready if I'm going out, after all you never know. This blue shirt makes my eyes stand out, and girls love the mussed hair look. Top two shirt buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, if she resists me tonight I'll kiss Blaise.

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Blaise, meanwhile, was suffering a series of electric shocks somewhere in the region of his heart when Ginny sat down opposite him. He had never seen her look so beautiful, and couldn't help noticing that the dark green top clung to her like a second skin.

"Evening," He grinned at her, their hands connecting all too fleetingly under the table.

"Seeing as we're all sitting comfortably, how about a little game?" Malfoy clicked his fingers imperiously at the lethargic bar woman.

"What kind of game?" Blaise noted Hermione was sat rather closer than necessary to Malfoy, her eyes warm.

"Guess," Malfoy grinned, holding up the large bottle of firewhiskey the waitress had just delivered to the table.

Later

Blaise groaned as yet another glass was pushed in his direction.

"Who would know the answer to that anyway?" He slurred, downing the contents of the glass and gasping for air. Malfoy adopted an offended air.

"Everyone should know my mother's birthday; she is after all a severely talented woman for producing someone like me,"

Hermione giggled, precariously balanced on the edge of the table. Ginny had to smother a laugh at the sight of her friend so utterly smashed. She exchanged another smouldering glance with Blaise, who slid along the bench they were now sharing towards her.

"Full of yourself much Malfoy?" Ginny raised an eyebrow at him.

"Come now Miss. Weasley, even you have to admit that I am more than easy in the eye," She studied him, stretched languidly in his chair, long legs thrown out and blond hair ruffled over piercing eyes.

"I've seen better," She dismissed his claims, sneaking a look at Blaise.

"How rude," Draco did not seem overly concerned with her abrupt put down, he poured out another glass. "I expect that is just because you know no better Ginerva," He flicked a look at her from under sooty eyelashes, his voice low and caressing.

"Doubt it," She smiled.

"Very well," His voice was quietly triumphant, "Get the next question wrong and you must let me think of a suitable forfeit,"

"Fine!" Ginny laughed uneasily, "But unfair. You make up the questions!"

"Exactly," Malfoy ignored the heated glares Blaise was shooting his way as he asked, "What's my favourite colour?"

Hermione shot a startled look at him, "Surely that's a simple one?"

Ginny agreed with Hermione, "Its green isn't it?"

"Nope," Draco grinned smugly, before saying, "It's gold actually,"

"She can't be expected to know that!" Blaise shook his head, "Even I didn't know that!"

"Tough, Ginny here agreed to answer the question,"

"Very well," Ginny felt the firewhiskey she had consumed turning her blood to fire, "What's my forfeit?"

"Guess," Malfoy smiled, before standing in one fluid movement and leaning over the table towards her. Ginny watched him coolly, very well aware of what he was about to do.

His lips were surprisingly soft, the kiss amazingly gentle. He pulled away, his eyes laughing at her.

"Tell me you've had better after that,"

"Indeed I have,"

"Liar," he teased, before sitting back down next to Hermione and running a hand casually up her arm. She flushed a deep red, before turning her chair round towards him.

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Interestingly, the mudblood looks more than keen. Mind you, she can't be getting any at the moment, what with Potter and the idiot boy Weasley as her only male friends. Ginny Weasley is well worth waiting for, that little taste of joys to come is more than enough to convince me she loves me really. Who wouldn't? I know I have to look amazingly delicious at the moment, alcohol enhancing my already considerable appeal. Hell, I love my life.

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"I need a little fresh air," Blaise muttered, looking at Ginny.

"Ok, I'll join you," She took his proffered hand before leaving Hermione to enjoy the attention she was receiving from Malfoy.

Leaving the dingy interior of the pub, Blaise pulled Ginny into his arms and kissed her wordlessly. Her stomach flipped as her arms snaked around his neck, playing with the some loose strands of hair. He pulled away, studying her with a smile.

"I hated him even touching you, let alone kissing you," He murmured, one hand cupping her cheek.

"He's nothing compared to you," She assured him, "He's just a cocky guy, trying it on,"

"He took a fancy to you the same time I did," Blaise recalled, gazing wondrously at the girl in his arms and still unable to believe she was with him.

"We shouldn't leave him alone with Hermione for too long," Ginny frowned, suddenly remembering her friend.

"Agreed,"

As she turned to walk back inside, Blaise grabbed her hand and brought her back to him, "Look," He whispered into her ear. She tipped her head, staring up at the icy serenity of the stars above them.

"They're so beautiful," She sighed, secure with his arms around her waist.

"Corny as it sounds, you outshine them," He held her close, mouth against her bright hair. Ginny twisted in his arms, smiling up at him.

"You have to shrink," She teased him, "I don't want to stretch every time I have to kiss you,"

"Have to kiss me?"

"What? It's not like its optional," She stood on tip toes and kissed him lightly, then harder as his hand slid to her neck, holding her to him. Ginny gasped into his mouth as his cold hand gently massaged the back of her neck, sending tiny chills racing down her spine and tingling round her heart.

High above them, the moon smiled.