Chapter 7 : Chapter 7
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“What are you thinking?” Draco asked suddenly.
Ginny startled. “I thought you were sleeping.” Reaching out, she ran her fingers through his hair. “I was just thinking that you look very sweet when you sleep, and that it doesn’t match your personality at all.”
Draco propped himself up on one elbow. “I can’t figure out if that is an insult, or not.”
“It’s not an insult. You’re just all fair skin and blond hair, and your personality is a bit darker.”
“I never thought of it that way. I guess your hair color suits your personality.”
“I always felt it should give people a clue as to my temper.” Ginny giggled. “This is nice. I like having this relaxed time afterwards.”
Draco leaned over and kissed her. “I was thinking that it was more like an intermission.”
“I think I like that thought.”
Later, Ginny slept while Draco studied her face. Even in sleep, she looked ready for a fight. He liked that about her. Having a girl who agreed with you all of the time was good in theory, but in reality it became boring very quickly.
Deciding to let her sleep, Draco gently rose from the bed and walked to his dresser. After locating the book he had started earlier, he sat in the chair across from the bed and began to read.
Ginny woke up and was confused that Draco wasn’t by her side. When she located him sitting in his chair, her heart stopped racing. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself before she spoke. “Couldn’t you sleep?”
Draco shook his head no. “It’s late. We should be going.”
Ginny frowned. “I don’t want to go. I want to stay and spend the night.”
“While I do like the thought of you being here in the morning, I don’t think that is very practical. Have you looked at the clock lately?”
Ginny looked at the wall he was pointing at and saw that it was just about time for dinner. She laughed. “I can’t believe it’s so early. I’m tired.”
“I’ll take credit for that.”
“I don’t suppose we could walk to dinner together?” Ginny asked hopefully.
Draco seemed to think for a moment. “Blaise stopped by earlier. I suppose you know who he is seeing?”
“Well, she wants Blaise to take her to Hogsmeade. I was thinking we could go with them.”
A weight seemed to lift off of Ginny’s shoulders. “I’d really like that.”
Draco nodded. “I thought you would. Could we wait until then for the grand unveiling of our relationship?”
“I think we can.” Ginny smiled as she dressed and used a spell to make herself presentable.
“Don’t tell Hermione about the Hogsmeade plan, because Blaise hasn’t agreed to it yet.”
“He will.” Ginny announced with certainty.
After escorting Ginny back down the passage, and placing a silencing charm on the troublesome painting, Draco went in search of Blaise.
When he announced his plan for Hogsmeade, Blaise looked at him and said, “You told her we’d do what? Why did you have to include me in your little outing?”
Draco frowned. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”
Blaise scowled. “It will be worse for me than it is for you. You’re dating the girl that Potter didn’t want.”
“Hey,” Draco objected not appreciating Blaise’s classification of Ginny.
“Put it any way you want, you know it’s true. Ron will be upset about his sister dating you, but he’d be upset about her dating anyone. I am dating the girl they have both been friends with for years. You know as well as I do that no man is friends with a woman unless he wants her and hopes to sleep with her. Do you remember how they both hated Krum?”
Draco looked at his friend. “I think only the Weasel hated Krum. What are you really worried about?”
Blaise fidgeted. “I know she used to like Ron. What if he confesses that he has feelings for her? Where does that leave me?”
Draco tried to think of what to say. He had never seen Blaise act insecure before, and playing the comforting friend was not his strong suit. He searched his brain for some useful advice. “Maybe, you need to give her a gift like I gave Ginny. She’ll be thrilled by the gesture and it will show that you are serious about her.”
Blaise frowned. “That might work.”
“Glad I could help.”
“Arsehole,” Blaise muttered as he walked back to his room. He sifted through his belongings, and thought about what he could give Hermione. He finally settled on a crafting several pairs of cufflinks into a bracelet.
That evening, Blaise caught Hermione’s eye across the Great Hall and nodded toward the entryway. Hermione hoped that he was going to talk to her about Hogsmeade.
She nodded, and then continued her conversation with Ginny.
“Have you asked Draco about Hogsmeade?”
Ginny tread the line of truthfulness. “I didn’t ask him.”
Hermione smiled. “Well I’ve got a good feeling about this.”
Ron looked at Harry and asked, “Is someone trying to glare a hole into the back of my head?”
Harry nodded. “Either that or she is trying to set your hair on fire.”
Ron rubbed his eyes. “Things are going great between you and Millie. Do you have any advice?”
Harry smiled. “Millie thinks that you just need to give her what she wants.”
Ron sighed in frustration. “I have tried flowers. I have tried candy. What else is there?”
Ginny looked up from her spot down the table. “Ronald, take whoever it is to Hogsmeade. Show your friends who you are dating and that you are not ashamed of her.”
Ron gave Ginny a speculative look. “What about you? Are you going to Hogsmeade with your secret boyfriend?”
Ginny smiled. “I think a lot of people will be surprised by who they see together in Hogsmeade.”
Harry shrugged. “I don’t see why all of you are hiding who you are dating. House lines don’t mean that much anymore.”
Hermione tried to ignore the conversation swirling around her as she saw Blaise get up and walk out of the Great Hall. She followed at a discreet distance, and yelped when he pulled her into an alcove. “Damn it, Blaise. You scared me.”
Blaise leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “Sorry about that. I wanted to give you something.”
Hermione took the bracelet he held out to her. As she looked at it, she had mixed emotions. “Thank you, but why are you giving me this now? When we go to Hogsmeade next weekend, everyone will know we are together.
Blaise fidgeted, and Hermione fixed him with a cold glare. “Blaise Zabini, are you ashamed to be seen with me?”
“That’s not it. I just don’t know that certain people won’t try to step in and muck it up.”
Hermione looked down at the shiny trinket in her hand. “If you had given this to me a few weeks ago, I would have been thrilled, but now it just seems like you’re trying to buy me off with some cufflinks that were probably rattling around in your drawer.”
“Hey, I spent two hours trying to line those up just right so that they would look pretty. It is not an empty gesture. I want people to know you are spoken for.”
Hermione placed the bracelet back in his hand and smiled sadly. “If that is true, then come with me now.”
Blaise watched as Hermione walked away from him and back towards the Great Hall. Taking a deep breath, he followed her. When he saw her approaching the Slytherin table, his steps faltered. He watched in disbelief as she sat down next to Millicent and started a conversation.
Millicent seemed surprised at first, but then she started chatting with Hermione. Blaise finally got past this fact and made his legs start moving again. He walked up and sat down next to Hermione, and Millie smiled at him. “I wondered who Hermione was paired up with. You two make sense together since you’re both such bookworms.”
Blaise smiled. “Yes, we do.” He looked at Hermione and sighed. “ I don’t know why I was so afraid of this.”
Hermione kissed him on the cheek and held out her hand. “I would like my bracelet back please.”
“I’m not sure I should give it back, after you rejected it already.”
Hermione raised an eyebrow at him and said, “Zabini, do not screw this up now by pouting.”
Pansy and Millie both started laughing and Blaise looked at them in disbelief and stated, “I do not pout.”
Pansy laughed until she snorted, and then blushed when she realized what she’d done. Millie joked. “You act like you’re sitting at the Gryffindor table.”
Pansy sighed, and then a light went on behind her eyes. “You know what. I do belong at the Gryffindor table.”
Millie, Blaise, Hermione, and Draco watched as Pansy marched over to the Gryffindor table towards a very distressed looking Ronald Weasley. “Ron, do you mind if I sit with you?” she asked in a deceptively sweet voice. “I thought we might talk about when you were going to get your head out of your arse and ask me to go to Hogsmeade.”
Ginny looked at Pansy and smiled. “You are going to be so good for my brother.”
Pansy smiled. “Thank you.” She looked at Ron again. “Hello, Ronald. Are you in there?”
Ron smiled sheepishly and Harry muttered. “He always has had a thing for pushy women.”
Ginny looked over at the Slytherin table and said, “Harry, I believe Millie is waiting for you to come and join her.”
Harry looked up and saw Millie smiling at him. “I guess you’re right.” Harry walked over and sat next to Millie without a second thought.
Ginny looked over at the Slytherin table and raised an eyebrow at Draco. He gestured that she was free to come and join him. Hopping out of her seat, Ginny ran over and sat next to him. “It’s like a giant game of musical chairs.”
Ron listened to Pansy tell him what they were going to do, and when they were going to do it and all seemed right in his world. Then he noticed that Hermione was sitting with Blaise. As he tried to figure that out, he noticed that his little sister was sitting with Draco. “No, no, no, no, no.”
Pansy looked confused. “Excuse me?”
Ron shook his head. “Not you, Pansy. Everything is great with you, but look over there.”
Pansy looked and saw Ginny sitting with Draco’s arm around her. “I wonder how those two got together. You know what? We should all go to Hogsmeade together.”
Ron stood up as Pansy pulled him towards the Slytherin table. He figured if he waited until he got closer, he’d get a better grip on Draco’s neck. Pansy pushed him to sit next to Blaise. Blaise smirked at him, and Ron asked Pansy. “Couldn’t we just be friends with Harry and Millie? I like them.”
Pansy patted him on the shoulder. “It will all be ok. Once we all graduate and get married and have kids, none of the stuff that happened before will even matter.”
Ron turned a light shade of green. “Ginny, please tell my your just using Malfoy for sex.”
Ginny chuckled. “Well it started out that way, but now I think I love him.”
“Oh, that’s too bad.” Ron stated as he laid his head on the table.
Draco looked at Ginny. “Are you serious?” Ginny nodded, and Draco laughed. “Well, I think I feel strongly for you as well. You should know that if we get married, and if we have a child, then he will be in Slytherin.”
Ginny nodded. “Well odds are some of them will be in Slytherin. I mean with six kids you’ve got pretty good odds one of them will go where you want them.”
Draco looked even more pale than usual. “Six kids. I never said anything about six kids. This conversation is ridiculous.”
Ginny smiled and patted him on the cheek. “If you’d like to stomp out of here, I can come and find you later.”
Draco thought about it for a second, but then he looked at Blaise. “How in the hell did this happen?”
Blaise smirked at him. “You decided it would be a good idea to take the girls to Hogsmeade. You told me to make a bracelet. This is all on you.”
Millie smiled at Harry. “Any odd hang-ups about kids or marriage I should know about?”
Harry smiled. “I think marriage sounds great, and I want a house full of kids.”
Millie smiled. “It looks like I got the only normal one in the group.”