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Author's Notes: I would like to make it clear now that I do NOT
speak French. I am using a dictionary/translator on my computer, so I'm aware
it won't be perfect. If you do speak French, I would like to apologize now for
any slaughtering of the language I may have inadvertently caused. Otherwise,
what do you care, right? On to the story! Please review!

French translations: ((example))

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Ginny sat and stared at her brother,
not quite believing what he'd just asked her to do. Her day had started out
normally enough, with her best friend, Lauren, hopping on her bed to wake her
up. They'd then had a nice, normal breakfast, and attended their nice, normal
classes. But as she sat in the Gryffindor common room, gaping at her brother
and his friends, she came to the conclusion that their
request was anything but normal, and that they had also gone completely bloody
mad.

"You have got to be kidding me." She said, and Lauren
shot her look that showed she was just as shocked as Ginny herself was, and
that she, too, understood the real
problem. Well, besides Ginny's possible death if she actually did this.

"Come on, Ginny!" Ron pleaded. "Do it for
Gryffindor!"

"Let me get this straight." Ginny said, trying her
hardest not to yell or laugh hysterically. "You not only
want me to take illegal Polyjuice potion, but for me to then sneak into another
House, Slytherin at that, after having
changed into Blaise Zabini, who happens to be the most dangerous wizard in the
school besides Malfoy himself, who happens to be who you want me to get dirt
on, which is what this entire scheme is all about?"

"Well...You don't have to say it like that!" Her brother
reprimanded. Ginny couldn't even really believe this was happening. It seemed
like it surely had to be a dream, and she felt
strangely unattached to the whole situation.

"I can't believe you're agreeing to this, Hermione."
Lauren said, looking at the studious girl with a new appraisal in her eyes now
that her initial surprise was over. Hermione had the grace to blush.

"Well, everyone's a bit sore about that game. So when they
came to me about it, I figured 'why not'?" She said, not meeting Ginny's
eyes.

"I can't believe this is all because Draco beat Harry at
Quidditch." Ginny said, slightly annoyed.

"It's not just that!" Her brother said defensively.
"He's had it coming for years, the slimy little snake! So will you do it,
Ginny? Please??" He was practically begging.
Ginny cocked an eyebrow.

"What is it exactly
that you want me to do?" She asked carefully, liking the nice, cozy realm
of sheer disbelief that she seemed to be in.

"Well," Ron started, "I suppose anything
potentially incriminating you may hear while down there will be good, but what
we really want is..." He looked around shiftily and Ginny rolled her eyes.
"The book." He finished, and her mind reeled.

"Oh no, oh hell fucking no." She said, shaking her head.

She knew what book he was talking about.
No one knew exactly what was inside of it, but everyone in the school had a
gigantic hard-on to find out. Because the leather-bound black book was always in either Draco Malfoy or Blaise
Zabini's possession. The numerous rumors surrounding it varied, but no one had
the suicidal tendencies required to actually approach
one of them about it. Not even Harry or Ron, not anymore.

Not since Draco and Blaise had come back for their sixth year with
power practically rolling off them in waves, and something lazy and dangerous
swirling just beneath the surface, flickering in their bored, hooded eyes. But
the book...Some said it was a journal, others that it listed all of their
black, evil deeds, others that it was a list of sexual conquests
or muggles that they'd killed, and others swore it was their Book of
Shadows, full of Dark Magic that they'd learned or created on their own.

"You have gone mad,
haven't you?" She questioned them. Because whatever the truth of the
book's contents, she knew
it would be heavily protected.

"We know you can do it, Ginny! You're the actress, not
us." Her brother argued. "We'd just fumble it up. But you can pull it off, I'm sure! And
it's not as if you need to really steal it. You'll be in Blaise's body and Draco would
give it to you willingly. You'll be in and out, and Draco might not even be
there." He was giving her that pleading puppy dog look, and she sighed, but still wouldn't relent. She didn't have a
death wish, thank you very much.

"No way, Ron."

"Please, for me, Gin? We'll be eternally grateful, even if
you can't get the book. And I won't mention to Mum why Dad's Scotch always
disappears when we're at home..." He trailed off, and she glared.

"You're a complete bastard, Ron. Fine, I'll play your stupid
prank. Though should anything bad happen and I live through it, I'm going to
fucking kill you."

"YES!" Ron crowed, and then quieted down when the other
Gryffindors in their common room stared at him strangely. "Thanks, Gin! I
knew we could count on you!"

"Whatever." She replied, rolling her eyes yet again.
Funny how she always seemed to be doing that around Ron. "So when is all
of this supposed to occur?"

"Now!" Ron said cheerfully, and Ginny
balked as her safe, numb place shattered, and reality came back alarmingly
quick.

"Now?" She asked incredulously. "But Polyjuice
takes a month to...RON! You've had this planned ever since the game, haven't
you?" She accused, and he mumbled and looked away.

"Yeah." Then he faced her again. "Look, we've been
watching them, checking out their routine, and Zabini's tutoring sixth year
Slytherins in the library right now. He'll be done in an hour and a half, which
means if we go upstairs and you take the potion now, you can make it to the
dungeons by seven, and then be out by eight, which is when Zabini will wrap up
his session. Just for good measure, we'll wait outside to distract him, so you
can be completely clear of the dungeons. Alright?" He asked, his face filled with an eager light.

Ginny nodded reluctantly, and for more than one reason, which only
she and Lauren were aware of, thank the gods. The whole way up the stairs, she
kept thinking of what a horrible idea this was, and how she was going to be
expelled at the least, and that was
only if Draco, Blaise, or some other Slytherin didn't butcher her first.

They walked into Hermione's Head Girl rooms, and
Ginny changed into the larger robes and boots they handed her, and that
she would soon need. She cursed silently under her breath the whole time, while
Hermione opened her wardrobe, revealing a simmering cauldron. She used a dipper
to fill a goblet that had been sitting beside the cron,ron, and then picked up
what Ginny assumed was one of Blaise's hairs.

"How'd you get that?" Lauren asked, concerned for her
friend, though she thought the whole idea was rather entertaining over all, and
Hermione...blushed??

"Well, I s-sort of ran into him in the hall..." She
stammered, and then quickly composed herself. "Actually I almost didn't
even get it then. He'd felt me pull his hair and yanked the strands from my
hand. This one was wrapped around my ring, thankfully." She said, and
handed Ginny the goblet.

Ginny took it, and Hermione dropped the long black hair into the
vile looking glob that she was supposed to swallow. It sizzled and boiled, then
turned from puke brown to a deep blue, almost black. Ginny gulped in
apprehension, wondering how she'd gotten into this mess, and pooled her
Gryffindor courage. She brought the goblet to her lips and downed the lumpy
liquid quickly. To her surprise, it wasn't nearly as vile as she'd imagined. It
tasted of lemons and musk, and left fire burning down her throat to spread into
her belly and throughout her limbs.

The pain hit her suddenly, and it seemed as if her skin were melting
off her bones. It felt like being mashed in some giant child's hands, and then
having him clumsily reform you, twisting and pulling viciously. She heard
someone scream, but couldn't bring herself to think past the sheer agony. Then,
just as suddenly, it was over, and her slightly raw throat told her it had been she who had screamed.

She caught sight of her reflection and gaped, not hearing her
friends' inquiries asking if she was okay. She'd known, she'd been expecting
it, but it was still a shock to see herself wrapped in
another's skin. And as far as bodies went, she sure as hell didn't get a bad
specimen, she thought as she looked over herself in Blaise's body. She was now
his exact mirror. It was his elegant, arrogant and nearly-androgynous
features reflected back at her, his broad shoulders and narrow hips.

It was definitely his lithe and muscled body that countless
girls (and boys) had drooled over, shaped from innumerable generations of
aristocratic blood and hours of playing as a Chaser for Slytherin. There was also the
same waist-length, silky, velvet-soft black hair and stunning dark blue eyes.
She was amazed, and more than slightly thrilled. She turned to see them all
looking at her.

"What?" She asked, and the soft, low baritone of her voice
surprised her for a second.

"Nothing, it's just really strange." Harry commented,
and the others nodded.

"You’re totally hot, Gin." Lauren said, her eyes raking
over Ginny’s new form. Ron blanched, and turned to stare.

"But she’s Zabini!"
He protested. Lauren, Ginny, Hermione, and even Harry laughed.

"Exactly." Lauren replied, and Ron shook his head,
dismissing it as he did all things he didn’t understand.

"Alright, whatever. Gin, put Harry's cloak on until we get to
the Slytherin dorms. We'll split up with you there." Ron said, tossing her
the shimmering cloak.

"That reminds me." Ginny said suddenly. "How am I
supposed to get inside?" Ron grinned.

"Harry followed Crabbe and Goyle under the cloak last night
and heard Goyle mumble the password. Now, let's go! You've only got an hour
before the potion wears off, you know." He said, and she threw the cloak
over herself. Lauren stared at where she’d been, and spoke.

"I can’t come, Gin. Detention with Filch. I’ll see you later
though, okay? You have to tell me everything."

"Alright. Later, Lauren." Ginny responded, and they
left. All the way out of the tower and down to the dungeons, she repeatedly
thought of how incredibly stupid this was. They finally stopped in front of a
stretch of blank wall, and Ron whispered for her to remove the cloak. She
tossed it to him, and he leaned oto wto whisper in her ear.

"The password is 'Naguin Cala'."

Then they were gone, disappearing under the magically enlarged
cloak, and she turned to stare at the wall, still berating herself. Finally,
she spoke the password, and the stone melted away. She had a moment of shock
when the stones started bleeding, and cursed herself for almost shrieking. She
was supposed to be Blaise, damn it, she she knew a little thing like a bleeding
wall wouldn't disturb him in the
slightest. In fact, if she had twenty galleons, she would bet them all that
either he, or Draco, or both, had enchanted the damned wall in the first place.

She walked in and stood stunned for a moment, another thing she
was sure Blaise would never do, but she couldn't help soaking in the rich
surroundings. Soft, black leather furniture lay scattered around the room, and
everything from the gothic chairs and couches to the huge mahogany table looked
priceless. Paintings and tapestries hung on the walls, which
were painted a deep green and matched the pillows strewn all over the place.

There were huge silver and black cushions that could easily fit
four, and candles in their House colors were everywhere. There was one huge
candelabra hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room, and it cast eerie
light and flickering shadows over everything. She looked up, and couldn't see
the ceiling, but she did see two full, wrap-around balconies above her, before
blackness covered everything.

"Very funny, Blaise. Maybe because that's where you two live?" She said, exasperated.
"So why wouldn't he be there?
Have you two been fighting? You seemed fine earlier." Pansy said, and
Ginny cursed herself for opening her stupid mouth.

"No, everything's fine. I-I just didn't expect him to be in,
is all." Ginny said, and almost cheered when Pansy's eyes flickered to a
passageway on the right.

"Whatever you say. Just go check, but I
have to go. Detention with McGonagall, the old prude. If you need to
talk later, you know my password."

With that, Pansy and Goyle exited the common room, Goyle nodding
to her respectfully, which threw her for a second before she realized that, duh, they thought she was Blaise. Then
the more pressing part of that statement hit, and she realized that she now
knew where the room was, but from the way Pansy had phrased that last sentence,
they each had individual passwords.

Swearing, she moved off to the passageway Pansy had glanced at,
and walked for a good thirty paces before coming to a dead end and a portrait
of an enchantingly beautiful woman. Who, on closer inspection, turned out to be
a vampire, which was made apparent by the dainty fangs she flashed as she
smiled at Ginny/Blaise's approach.

"Evening, love." The lady
vampire intoned in a musical voice, and Ginny saw the portrait was slightly
open, at which she breathed a sigh of relief. Because she seriously doubted that the portrait would let even 'Blaise' enter without the
password. She'd seen how paranoid and cautious the Slytherins were, and was
sure they had their portraits designed that way. She nodded at the woman.

"Evening." Shplieplied, and then slipped inside the open
frame, leaving it slightly ajar like it had been.

She stepped inside and just stopped her mouth from dropping. She
knew Draco was Head Boy, but Hermione's quarters were nothing like these. The ceiling was enchanted, but unlike the Great Hall, it was an alien sky that stretched above hepan>pan>.
There were three moons, each a different, vibrant shade, and various planets and
nebulas and galaxies shown over the whole expanse, with stars twinkling
everywhere.

The floor was a shining, green-veined, black marble that reflected
the htlyhtly glowing stars, and had dark, plush, emerald green rugs spread out over
huge expanses of it. The entire room itself was absolutely enormous, but was separated into
three sphere-like sections. The middle area served as a common room, with two
desks made of black and silver wezdink wood.

There were also two black and green velvet couches that
sat to either side of a coffee table, which was placed before a fire and
fireplace almost identical to the one outside. Bookshelves covered
the walls all the way to the domed ceiling, and comfortable-looking black
armchairs were scattered around, as were huge, velvet cushions like those that
were in the House's common area.

The next room, to the left, was identical in shape, and also showed an alien sky, but was apparently the
bathroom, and it put the prefect's bathrooms to shame. It looked like a chunk
of actual rainforest, with real, towering, exotic plants and flowers that were
spread around everywhere. The only light came from the dimly colored sky and
twinkling fairy lights in the flowers and leaves.

There was also a huge pool that looked like a mysterious, hidden
jungle hot spring, filled with sparkling water that had steam rising from the
surface. It even had a waterfall, which fell splashing into it and lulled you
with the relaxing natural music that it made. She tore her eyes away, looking
to the right of the common area, and saw the bedroom.

It, too, was huge and spherical, another alien sky occupying the
ceiling, but the walls were also enchantet lot looked like a stolen spot of
space and beauty, as if you'd be stepping into another world altogether once
you passed under the archway. Candles floated in midair around the room, and
the seductive scent of jasmine and lemons drifted over her. The fur rug was
thick and black, and felt as if you were walking on a cloud.

The largest bed she'd ever seen sat in the center of the room, a
huge four-poster with black and green velvet drapes that hit the floor, but had
no top. The bed was also made of priceless black wezdink
wood, but what caught her breath in her throat was the person occupying it,
draped on the green silk sheets in nothing but baggy satin pajama pants.

She should have known that he would be here, otherwise the
portrait wouldn’t have been open, but she’d been so nervous that she hadn’t
thought...Her eyes wondered over a muscled stomach and perfect hipbones,
soaking in the vision of flawless snow white skin and admiring the waist-length
hair that was a twin of Blaise's own, except for the fact that it was frosty
silver.

Celtic vines so dark a green they were almost black were twisted
into the rune of infinity, permanently inked forever onto his upper right arm.
It was an enchanted tattoo, and constantly moved, the rune flowing into itself over and over in ceaseless rotation, much like the idea it
symbolized. When he moved, parts of it seemed to shine like silver glitter in
the light.

It was a startling contrast to his ice-kissed flesh, and as she
looked again, she saw a name placed inside of the knot. It read 'Blaise' in the
Old Tongue, which any pureblooded witch or wizard worth their shit had had learned
long before Hogwarts. The ink of the name was entirely black, so much so that
it was almost blue, and it seemed to soak up the light.

She realized with a start that it was almost the exact same color
as Blaise's hair, and forced her eyes to keep moving, traveling slowly up a
graceful neck, and lingering over the chiseled, arrogant, anrfecrfectly
beautiful features of Draco Malfoy's aristocratic, almost-androgynous face,
before her eyes found his. Midnight blue met liquid mercury,
and a sly grin quirked his full lips. She walked slowly towards him, almost in
a trance.

"What are you doing back early?" Draco drawled, and
Ginny's legs felt weak.

He stood in one cat-like movement, and she watched, fascinated, at
the play of mes ues under his pale skin. She jerked her eyes back up, scolding
herself for losing control. What was she thinking, checking him out? She was
supposed to be bestbest friend, not some goggling, lovesick schoolgirl.

"We, um, finished early." She said weakly, once again
cursing her brother's stupidity, and her own.

"Did you, now?" Draco asked coyly, gliding closer and
stopping less than a hand-span away. Ginny's chest felt tight, and it was hard
to breathe. This had been so stupid. So very, very bloody stupid.

"Yeah, um..." an>

But she didn't get to finish because Draco's lips covered hers,
and icy shocks seemed to shoot down every nerve ending. His tongue snaked at
her lips, and she opened them eagerly, before realization hit. She was...He
was...She was BLAISE! He wasn't
kissing her, he thought she was Blaise, and suddenly the one bed made
sense, and she remembered Pansy's words about this being 'their' room, when seventh
years usually have their own.

Ginny's heart seemed to sink and swell at the same time, even as
her blood flowed like lava. She had somehow been pushed against one of the
enchanted walls, and Draco's hands seared her skin, cold yet somehow warm at
the same time. She felt him hesitate after a few seconds, and start to pull
away, confused and wary silver eyes snapping open. She heard
something, but was too far gone to realize what it was until a very unhappy off voice cut through her
haze.

"What the fuck is going on?" The venomous voice hissed,
and Draco immediately sprang all the way backwards, his head snapping around.
He reminded her strongly of a cornered tiger as his gaze flicked to the
archway, and Ginny's blood froze as she saw the real Blaise standing in between
the bedroom and the common area.

She didn't, however, see that his face
was a mix between heartbreak and rage for a split second before it went blank
right as she glanced up at him. Draco looked back and forth, and Blaise's still-furious
eyes followed his. When they met hers, he looked slightly surprised, the fury
fading a bit, before turning back to Draco, who was backing away, looking at
them both distrustfully.

"Que �tre ma m�re milieu nom?"
Draco
asked out of nowhere, his eyes moving from one of them to the other.

Ginny recognized the language as French, but she had no idea what
he'd said. Blaise looked momentarily confused, before he gave a very Slytherin
smirk and answered without hesitation, while sliding his robes from his
shoulders, revealing a sleeveless black shirt and a tattoo that was a replica
of Draco's, but said 'Draco' in the Old Tongue instead of 'Blaise'. ((What's my
mother's middle name?))

"Mirabella." Blaise said smoothly, and before she knew what had happened, Draco's hand was around her throat
and she was once more being slammed into the wall, but it was a lot less
friendly than the last time. The air was knocked out of her, and she felt her
feet dangling off the ground. She would have been shocked at his strength, but
she was too busy trying to breathe.

"Vous d�fier! Qui le co�t �tre vous? Foutu imbecile! Je dois d�chirer sortir
votre foutu gorge!"
Draco spat, his face filled with a cold fury. Blaise had watched her own face
throughout Draco's curses, and turned to him now with a slly aly amused
expression. ((You dare! Who the fuck are you? Fucking
imbecile! I'll rip out your fucking throat!))an>

"Whoever it is can't
understand you. Rappeler votre
Anglais, mon �me." Blaise said, and Draco looked
surprised for a moment, before nodding. ((Remember your English, my soul))

"I knew it didn't feel right." Draco hissed. "Who
the fuck are you?" He demanded, his eyes glowing
in anger. Blaise had moved up behind him, and he didn't seem very pleased
either.

She cursed her brother repeatedly in her head, thinking of
numerous ways to make him pay if she lived through this, before motioning to
her throat. Draco squeezed tighter, his nails digging into her like small
daggers, before dropping her unceremoniously on the ground.

She fell to her knees in a heap, gasping for air. Something warm
trickled down her neck, and her fingers came away bloody when she touched it.
Yes, Ron was so going to die. When
she felt confident she was no longer on the verge of passing out, she looked up
to see two wands pointed directly at her.

"Who are you?" Blaise repeated. "And what the
bloody hell are you doing in my body? And snogging
Draco, at that?"

"He snogged me!"
Ginny said without thinking. Draco snorted.

"Thought you were Blaise." He said, as if it were the
most obvious thing in the world. "For about a half a second, anyway."
He flashed a wicked smile at Blaise, who grinned right
back and then looked thoughtful.

"You know, I suppose this is the one situation where the
cheating party really isn't
guilty." Blaise said, and it was Draco's turn to look amused.

Ginny was reeling. Not just frhe khe kiss and being caught, but
because she'd seen more emotions from the two of them in the last few minutes
than she had in over five years, and she'd just discovered that the two most
shaggable boys in Hogwarts, both of whom she secretly had way more than a crush
on, were shagging each other. Or so it bloody well seemed.

"Ch-Cheating?" She stammered, quite shocked over this
turn of events, though in a way, she supposed she shouldn't be. Draco gave her
a calculating look, and then turned to Blaise.

"I figure it's Polyjuice. None of
the idiots around here know any other spells to change
form, except a few of the other Slytherins, and none of them would be stupid
enough to even think of doing this.
So who could it be? A Hufflepuff would be too terrified, a Ravenclaw too
clever, so it must be a Gryffindor." He spat out the last word as if it
were foul, and Ginny wisely decided to stay silent.

"Yes," Blaise crooned, staring at her as if she were an
insect. "And it should wear off soon enough, I would think. This is
probably why the Golden Trio 'accidentally' ran into me when I left the
tutoring lesson early. They seemed surprised to see me, and tried to keep me
there. They definitely got more than they bargained for...But anyway, they
looked worried and anxious, running off when we left. And that little mudblood
Granger ripped out some of my hair the other day. I got most of it from her,
but I've been wondering if she might have gotten away with one. I would have
made sure, except the little bitch did it in front of McGonagall."

Ginny gulped. She wasn't stupid enough to think rescue was on the
way. Because even if the trio went for a teacher when she didn't return, she'd
still be in heaps of trouble. She was going to fucking murder Ron for this.

"Look, I-" She stopped abruptly as pain ripped through
her.

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The same feeling of skin-melting, bone-twisting disorientation and
agony washed over her, before finally stopping and leaving her panting. She saw
her usual red hair falling in front of her face, and looked up at them slowly
from where she was kneeling on the ground, fearing the outburst she knew would
come. Their masks were firmly in place, however, and not a single emotion or
hint of surprise shown through as they discovered her identity.

"What brings you so foolishly into the heart of Slytherin,
little Weasley?" Blaise asked, his voice bland
and bored. She felt a pang at the title 'little Weasley', inexplicably saddened
that they didn't even seem to know her name. But anger at her brother shone
through her shyness for the moment."This is all that bastard brother of mine's fault. Stupid
bloody prick, I told him this was the most idiotic scheme yet, but did he
listen? Now I'm going to be hexed into next year or expelled, at it's entirely
all his bloody fault." She was muttering more to herself then addressing
them, lost in venting her frustrations, her fingers digging into her thighs
hard enough that she knew there would be bruises later on.

"Riled up and sore over a sodding
Quidditch game after an entire month! Honestly, it's pathetic. But here I am,
blackmailed by the little shit, caught up in his harebrained plot that's
already failed miserably, just because he wanted a goddamn book that probably
would have bitten my bloody fucking hand off if I'd even so much as touched it.
Stupid sodding prick."
She hissed, still staring at the floor, then froze as
she realized she'd just said all of that aloud. She glanced up quickly, and saw
them looking at her half in amusement, half in anger.

"You came to steal our book?" Draco asked, and she gaped
for a moment.

"What!? Do I look that stupid? No, that's what sty style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>he sent me here for, because he's a ball-less
little shit. Gryffindor, my arse. But I had no intention of even
attempting to get that blasted book. The gods only know what it might
do. I’ve already had enough experience with cursed books to last a lifetime,
and from what everyone says I'd probably get sucked into the ninth pit of
Tartarus or something as equally horrifying." She said,
shivering as she thought about the real reason she'd given into Ron's meager
threat.

"Then why did you come?" Blaise asked, staring at her
intently.

"Umm...Well, I..." She trailed off miserably, because it
looked like she was also going to be humiliated before they killed her.
Fabulous. She was so going to haunt
Ron.

"Yes?" Draco questioned.

"I was, um, I was sorta
curious..." Gods, this was mortifying.

"Curious about what?" He asked. She moaned and buried
her face in her hands, and her answer came out too muffled to understand, so
she lifted her head slightly and repeated herself.

"It's stupid, really. Nothing you'd want to know about or
that you'd care about. I'm really sorry and you can hex me now all you
wan-" Blaise cut her off as he and Draco kneeled in front of her, their
faces hard and blank.

"Why did you come?" He asked,
his voice cold and distant. She shivered again, but this time it was from the
hint of violence and danger in the air.

"I-I..." She couldn't find the words. How could she just
tell them? They’d laugh and tease her mercilessly, or just curse her into
oblivion.

"Virginia." Draco growled, a warning clear in his tone. "Why did you
come?" She barely registered his words, too shocked that he actually knew
her name. And suddenly, it all just came flowing out, even the things she'd
never told her best friend, who was the only living soul that even knew part of
it.

"I...I came because I like you both. I find you fascinating
and intelligent and beautiful." She said, not thin, be, because if she
did, she'd die of humiliation. So she stared at the star-strewn wall and let
the words she'd been too scared to speak to anyone tumble from her lips, not
caring that they could use this against her cruelly later on.

"It started last year, really, when you came back for your sixth
year. You both seemed so much different
then all the other boys I knew. I could barely stand for them to be near me, it
felt so wrong, but watchyou you both didn't
seem wrong at all. I liked your quiet dignity, the way you watched and listened
instead of chattering mindlessly, and the way you only spoke when you had
something worth saying. And…I've always been drawn to Slytherin." She
paused, steeling herself.

"I was supposed to be in Slytherin, actually." She said,
and she missed the glimmer in their eyes, since she steadfastly refused to look
at either of them.

"But I thought my family would hate me, and begged the hat to
put me with my brothers. It told me I couldn't run from fate forever, but
obliged me and put me in Gryffindor. Later that year, the whole thing with Tom
happened, and he said almost the same thing. Then I came back for my fifth year
and started dreaming every night of snakes, crossed swords, bleeding roses and
the two of you." She closed her eyes briefly, and didn't notice them
exchange semi-startled glances and move closer to her.<
<

"So I watched you, and wished more and more everyday that I
could talk to you. But I didn't think I ever would. I mean, who wants to completely humiliate themselves? And even if I weren't a
hated Gryffindor or an even more hated Weasley, what the hell would I say to
two people who have everything? 'Hi, I'm enthralled by you and I think you're
the only ones who could understand me, and I think I could understand you, too.
Why? Oh, because I have psychedelic dreams about you and sometimes I see the
same blankness and blackness in your eyes that I see in my own'? You'd laugh me
into next year and think I was psychotic." She paused, seemed to think that
over for a second, and moaned again, once more burying her face in handsands.

"Oh, wait. Now you do
think I'm psychotic. This is just brilliant.
Could you get on with the hexes, please? Dying sounds quite appealing at the
moment." She said, trying to fully comprehend
that shallyally had just said all that.

Immediately afterwards, she began wondering exactly what the holy
fuck she'd been thinking. Neither of them said anything, but there wasn't a
chance in hell she was looking up. Ever. Preferably, the ground would open up
and swallow her whole, like she’d heard Hermione quote
from some muggle fantasy book. And Ron was so fucking dead at this point that it wasn't even remotely funny.

"Virginia." Her name was
whispered softly, and she couldn't tell who had spoken, or if both of them had.
Still, she had no intention of facing either of them
for the rest of her life, which would hopefully be blissfully short."We've dreamed of you, too, Virginia." They whispered
in unison, and her heart wrenched violently.

"Please, please don't." She practically begged,
forgetting whatever pride she had left at the moment, because she really didn't
think she could deal with them fucking with her about it right then.

"I know that all of that was incredibly stupid and foolish,
and that you'll have a wonderful laugh about it later, but please, not
now." She said, barely thinking, yet again, as she spoke, because for a
second, she had let herself believe that their words could be true, before
reality had slapped her in the face. They could never have...

"We do not lie." They said, their
voices low and addictive. She felt each place a hand on her at the same time,
one warm by her neck and one on her lower back that felt like ice. She shivered
violently, because their touch felt the same as it did in her dreams, even more
intense, as if it were burning through her borrowed robes.

"We dream of snakes on the forest floor and dragons flying
the winter skies." Blaise whispered, running his fingers through her fiery
hair.

"We dream of our ancestral crests; the crossed black blades
of Blaise's family and the crossed ice-silver blades of mine, but they are
wrapped in bloody roses, intertwining with them and drawing them closer
together." Draco said softly, his icy breath tickling across her earlobe
and sending shudders through her already shaking form.

"And in my dreams I see the two of you." Blaise said,
his hand moving deliciously over her exposed neck. "And Draco sees the two
of us. And then..." He trailed off, and finally, she did raise her head.
Her eyes met first his, then Draco's, and she knew now that they spoke the
truth, and she could see they also knew how the dream always ended. She put
their thoughts to voice.

"And then the world explodes."

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

After leaving Ginny, the trio ran to the
library to hide out and wait for Blaise. To their utter
dismay, he came out almost thirty minutes early, and was surrounded by sixth
year Slytherins, who were all gazing at him raptly as he explained the best
techniques to prolong the effects of poisons made using nightshade and
shadowleaf.

There didn't appear to be a way to delay him, so Ron, who everyone
knows lacks any type of subtlety, seemed to decide that desperate times called
for desperate measures, and risked shouting an insult at Zabini when he was
being flocked by fifteen of his Housemates. Housemates who tended to be quite
violent when anyone fucked with Blaise or Draco.

"Hey Zabini!" He called, and looked pointedly at the
sixth years, who stopped to glare at him. "Aren’t
they a little old for your ‘tastes’?"

But Zabini simply smirked, slid his arm around the Slytherin
closest to him and continued walking. He made it a point to whisper an obscene
comment in the girl's ear as they passed by. Ron tried another tactic.

"Oh, maybe it isn't the young ones, then. That's right! You
only get your rocks off withily,ily, now, don't you?" Ron said spitefully.
Blaise spun around, grabbed one of the male Slytherins, and pulled him forward
by the hair.

"Thanks for reminding me." Blaise responded, and then
turned to the smirking Slytherin. "What's up, cousin?" Blaise asked, and
then kissed the younger man viciously, who in turn started kissing him back
just as hard. The Gryffindors could do nothing but
gape in shock and disbelief. He really did
want a family member like 'that'! When the Slytherins broke apart there was
blood on their lips, and Blaise turned to look at Ron again.

"Anything else?" He asked, and the Slytherins began
laughing hysterically when they saw the looks on Ron, Harry and Hermione's
faces. The Gryffindors realized that they'd been had, and were finally able to pick
their jaws up off the floor. Blaise sneered at them, and then turned back to
his cousin.

"They make it so easy."
Blaise said with a vicious smile.

"You've got to tell Dray about this." His cousin agreed.
"He'll laugh for weeks." The Slytherins turned on their heels and
began walking away, Blaise and his cousin licking the blood from their lips. Ron
glanced frantically at Hermione, and nudged her forward. She shot him a glare,
and searched for words.

"Ummm...Blaise!" She called,
and he slowed slightly, sighing and turning to face them.

"What is it, Gryffindor?"
He sneered, his face perfectly unreadable. (Or is that perfect and unreadable?)

"D-Do you know what Snape said was in the Galcigrag
Draught? I can't remember and I chose it for my essay." She said, lying
horribly and hoping he wouldn't know the potion since Snape had never mentioned
it.

"Hornbiggle wings, blackweed root, two drops of moondew
and eight jarkus berries." He replied
immediately, before turning and starting to leave again.

"Wait!" She called desperately. "I, uh-" But
he spun, apparently having lost his patience, and cut her off, his eyes
flashing and reminding her of lightning.

"I don't know what you're up to and frankly I don't
care." He said scathi. &q. "All I know is that if I had to make a
list of all the tortures I'd rather never endure, let
me assure you that conversing with you holier-than-thou, hypocritically
righteous, saintly-wannabe, Gryffindor fucks
definitely tops the list."

Then he was gone in a flash of swirling black robes, followed by a
sneering and laughing group of sixth years who were nodding their heads in
agreement. Hermione, Harry and Ron stared at each other, still slightly
shell-shocked, and then ran back to Gryffindor tower and grabbed the Marauder's
Map.

They could see Ginny's dot, and groaned when they saw Malfoy's dot
right next to it. Then their hearts stopped. Because Blaise's dot had just
joined the other two. They stared at each other in horror, and

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bolted back outside after making sure they had the invisibility
cloak. They were just about to round a corner when they heard voices they
recognized coming from the bench outside Professor McGonagall's office.

"I still want to know why Blaise was acting so weird a bit
ago." Pansy's voice said, and Ron shoved Harry and Hermione backwards into
a shadowy alcove.

"Maybe he and Draco did
have a row." Goyle's deep voice responded.

"Those two hardly ever fight." Pansy said dismissively.
"If I didn't love them both to death, it'd be almost nauseating how
perfect they are together." At those words, Ron quietly choked and turned
a funny shade of purple, Harry looked shocked and maybe even slightly
disappointed, and Hermione's mouth once more dropped open.

"I envy them for that, sometimes." Goyle said, and the
intelligence and feeling in his tone shocked the eavesdropping Gryffindors.

"Yeah, that and the billions of galleons each of the lucky
bastards just inherited from their fathers, while we still have ours to deal
with. Though, in all honesty, Draco and Blaise will run the corporations better
than they ever did, and they're thinking of joining them. Can you even imagine it, Greg? Malfoy and Zabini
Enterprises really joined
together? Oooohhh, it makes me tingly just thinking about the power they'll hold.
What they already have is amazing, but together they'll be unstoppable." She
said, and Goyle laughed.

"We know how it affects you, dear. It makes us all tingly. We
are Slytherins, after all. And if it
works and they expand to the muggle world..." He trailed off, and Pansy
almost moaned.

"Absolutely filthy creatures, but good for business."
Pansy breathed, and then her tone turned serious. "But really, I'm worried
about Blaise. Didn't he look off to you earlier?" She asked.

"Yeah. When he first came in, he looked around like he didn't even recognize the place. Then he was being all weird and wondering why Draco would be in their room. I
mean, honestly. Those two have always
had their own room, that room, so
what was he going on about? And he didn't kiss your
check and ruffle your hair just to piss you off, which he never misses an
opportunity to do." Goyle said, and his observation skills shocked the
Golden Trio, that and the fact that he hadn't grunted so much as once.

"Something funny is going on." Pansy said after a
moment. "I changed my mind; you don’t need to stay with me. Go back to the
dungeons and ask those sixth years when they last saw Blaise, then go directly
to Draco and tell him what's up. But don't talk to Blaise alone yet. I'm not
sure, but I think someone gave him something or that it wasn't him at
all." She said, her tone suddenly grave and
vaguely threatening.

"I don’t like leaving you alone, Pans. But if you're right
and it wasn’t even him..."

"It would mean there's an intruder in our House. McGonagall
will be here soon, so I can't go. Hurry, and don't forget the wards would have
alerted either Snape or Draco if someone unauthorized had entered, depending on
which of them is tuned into them today." Pansy said, and Goyle agreed.

The Trio heard his departing footsteps, and
shared what seemed like their hundredth horrified moment in the last half an hour.
They left silently, then turned the far corner and ran. They were all thinking
pretty much the same thing. That they were idiots, that it was all their fault,
that Ginny had surely been found out by now, and that they had to save her from
the Slytherins' wrath.

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They sat silently for a moment, as Ginny tried to digest that they
had not, in fact, laughed at her. Or hexed her, for
that matter. Since none of the possible scenarios she'd built in her head had
ever been deluded enough to depict them accepting it calmly, she really had no
idea what to do when that was exactly what she was faced with. Basics first,
then.

"So I'm not crazy?" She asked
hopefully, and was answered with twin laughs.

"No. Well, at least no more crazy than we are." Draco replied,
and she giggled softly, feeling quite lightheaded and euphoric all of a sudden.

"So, what does this mean?" She asked, surprising herself
slightly.

"Whatever you want it to mean." Blaise responded, his
fingers twirling one red curl. Then she felt Draco's silk-smooth lips kiss her
shoulder, and couldn't stop a moan at the exquisite contact.

"What?" She finally questioned, as Blaise pulled her
hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles just as Draco's tongue
darted out, flicking at her sensitive skin and leaving a trail of wet heat that
chilled deliciously with his breath. She let her eyes flutter shut, and felt
Blaise kissing each of her fingertilonglong with Draco's butterfly kisses on
her throat, and decided that she had
died. Or at least she really, really hoped she had, because otherwise, she
wasn't sure the Summerland could hold a candle to this.

"What he means, darling," Draco whispered against her
f, hi, his icy breath once more hitting the moisture from his tongue and
raising goose bumps along her arms. "Is that we can be whatever you wish
of us." Each word was punctuated with a small nip on her fingertips from
Blaise, and Draco's chilly breath was moving closer and closer to her ear,
sending shivers down her spine.

"We could be friends." Blaise said, as his mouth moved
down her hand to her wrist, his tongue flicking out and tasting her skin.

"We could be fuck-buddies." Draco said, his voice
sultry, and his mouth brushed over the wound on her neck just as Blaise bit the
tender skin of her wrist. She moaned again, heat, ice and lightning coursing
through her veins to pool at her heart and groin before rushing through her all
over again.

"We could be committed lovers." Blaise said, trailing light kisses up the inside of her arm as she
shuddered.

"Or we could just be in love." Draco said, and a few
things happened all at once. Blaise rose up, his body fitting flush against
hers, at the same time Draco moved all the way behind her. His frosty lips
sucked on the over-sensitized flesh of the gash on her neck, just as Blaise's
lips captured hers in an electric kiss. Draco's hands ran up her sides, cupping
her breasts, and Blaise's mouth was working absolute magic against her own.

The force of the sensations running through her shocked her in a
vague sort of way, but she was enjoying it way too much to care. Then Blaise's
mouth was gone and Draco was lifting her slightly until he had risen up on his
knees, and he held her tightly against him, letting her lean back into his
solid presence. She turned her head slightly and caught his silver eyes. They
were clouded with lust, but she could see affection as well, and she kissed him
hard, tasting her blood on his tongue and feeling his chilly temperature begin
to rise.

She was lost in him as she felt a warm, hot mouth close around her
nipple, sending shocks through her system. She moaned loudly into Draco's mouth
as Blaise's tongue flicked across the sensitive bud, and didn’t really care
that she hadn’t even noticed Blaise open her robe. Draco's hands were still
cupping her breasts, and his fingers began teasing the other nipple as she
writhed under their skillful ministrations. Blaise had one hand splayed against
the side of her breast, his fingers intertwined with Draco's on her skin, while
the other held her hip, keeping her pressed against him.

"Which do you desire from us, lady?" Draco asked as he
pulled his lips less than a centimeter from her quivering ones. She was so hot
she couldn't think straight, and gave them the first answer that occurred to
her, and the only one she thought would work.

"I want them all." She breathed, her eyes fluttering
shut and her cheeks flushed pink from arousal. She missed the silent exchange
they made with each other, but she did notice when the mouth on her nipple
stopped its blinding pleasure.

"Then you shall have them all." They said, once again in
unison, and resumed their separate tasks passionately.

Draco sucked, bit, nibbled and teased every millimeter of her
lips, leaving her panting and squirming against him, while Blaise's hand had
slipped farther under her robes as his mouth moved to the wound on her neck
that was once again bleeding freely. His fingers brushed ever-so-lightly
over the outside of her panties, which were soaked at this point, and she
nearly screamed.

"More, please, oh gods..." She whimpered, and then froze
as a loud bang came from the portrait hole.

They were fully in view as Snape, Crabbe, and Goyle burst inside.
A crowd of sixth years milling around outside showed that they weren't alone,
either. Everyone froze, except for Draco, who laid another kiss on her lips,
and Blaise, who gave her neck a final lick and did up the front of her robe
with quick, nimble fingers. She couldn't breathe, and the curious, shocked and
disbelieving eyes of the Slytherins weren't helping.

They looked from her neck, to her lips, and then to Draco and
Blaise. She looked over, and noticed the blood on their lips for the first
time. Before the Slytherins could speak, however, what sounded like a scuffle
in the corner of the room had them all looking over. Her brother, Hermione, and
Harry appeared suddenly, the cloak falling to the floor, and she saw Harry and
Hermione desperately trying to hold back a murderous Ron.

"Why are there Gryffindors
in my House?" Snape's voice cut through the silence like a poisoned whip.
Ron, though, was in no condition to understand the unspoken malice and warning in
the Potion Master's tone, and started screaming.

&;"I'LL KILL YOU! HOW DARE YOU FORCE YOUR MALFOY AND ZABINI FILTH ON MY BABY SISTER?!? GET AWAY FROM HER!!" He
shouted, but the word 'force' caused Ginny's temper to rise. She pulled herself
from Draco and Blaise's arms, standing and facing her brother, and felt them rise
to their feet behind her.

"Force?!? You really have
gone mad, haven't you, Ron? Did it look
like I was being forced? Honestly!"

"B-But, they would have raped you!" He argued.
"Pawing all over you like they were, you were probably under soark ark
spell..." She cut him off.

"You can't rape the willing, brother dear." Ginny said,
watching him pale and turn faintly green. Oh, he definitely deserved to squirm a bit for all of her earlier panic, and
she knew just how to get to him. She just hoped that Draco and Blaise wouldn't
contradict her and ruin her game.pan>

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

"WHAT?? You couldn't possibly want
to..." Ron started before trailing off at the look on his sister's face.
Hermione had never seen her like this before either, and it scared her, too.
Ron's eyes lowered to his sister's neck, as if finally sg thg the blood. Then
his eyes shot back up and he took in the blood staining all three of their
mouths, especially the Slytherins'.

"Want to?" Ginny taunted, a gleefully malicious smirk
appearing on her still-flushed face. "Want to?" She repeated, and
started walking towards him slowly, hips swaying and fire in her eyes.
"Oh, I more than want to. I
crave it, need it, breathe it." She said, circling around behind her
brother, who was standing stock-still, frozen in place.

"Gin...You don't mean that..." Ron tried weakly as Ginny
ran her hand across his shoulders. Draco and Blaise watched her, dark passion
burning in their eyes as they licked the blood from their swollen lips.
Hermione saw the other Slytherins staring at their leaders longingly, her sharp
gaze missing nothing even through her shock. She herself couldn't help drinking
them in with her eyes.

"Oh, yes, I do. Why do you think I agreed to come? I've been
fucking them for ages." She drawled, and Hermione knew her jaw must have
hit the floor for the third time that night. Ron turned green, opening and
closing his mouth, but no words would come out.

"What?!?"
Ron finally exclaimed. Ginny ignored him, walking back to where Draco and
Blaise stood. Draco stared at Ron's purple face another moment, then turned to
Snape and started speaking in French.

"Faire vous penser
son t�te volont� �clater?" He asked, and Snape smirked dryly. Ron spun
to face Hermione. ((Do you think his head will explode?))

"What did he say?" Ron demanded, and Hermione fidgeted
under the glare Snape leveled on her. Draco sneered before speaking.

"En avant, sang de bourbe. Aussi tandis que vous
�tes chez ceci, dire la Belette il pouvoir t�t� mon foutu cock. Il est
possible d�cro�tre la enflement
pour ce qui est de tous les deux pour nous." He leered suggestively as he said the last, and
Hermione turned bright red as the Slytherins burst out laughing, while Ron
looked as if he were about to either pass out or go into a rage. ((Go on, mudblood.
And while you're at it, tell the Weasel he can suck my fucking cock. Might
reduce the swelling for both of us.))

"What did he say,
Hermione?" Ron once again demanded.

"I don't think you want to know, Ron." Hermione mumbled.
This caused the Slytherins to laugh even harder, and Snape finally called foilenilence, then faced the Gryffindors again.

"Well, well, well." He said, obviously delighted with
the situation. "I do believe you three have broken enough rules for me to
have you in detention the rest of your time here. Pity, isn't it?" He
asked with a vicious sneer. Hermione felt slightly nauseous at the thought,
Harry looked absolutely horrified, and Ron went from
purple to pale in record time, before glaring death at his sister.

&nbso:p>o:p>

"What about her?"
He asked nastily, and Snape turned to Draco and Blaise.

"Was she invited?" He asked them, then couldn't seem to
help himself and added, "As usual?" Ron choked, and Slytherin
snickers filled the room. Blaise and Draco both slipped an arm around Ginny,
pulling her tighter in between them.

"Of course she was." Blaise drawled, mockery dancing in
his midnight eyes. "It was
her turn to write in the book, and we got a little...side-tracked."
Hermione felt the blood drain from her face at his words and knew her mouth had
fallen open yet again, but she
couldn't help it. At least Harry and Rorenren't doing any better.

"Yes, well, if you three will follow me, we'll get down to
your punishments." Snape said, and the Slytherins' smirks grew wider. They
filed out of the portrait hole, and Snape waited for the Gryffindors to go
before him. The last thing they saw was Ginny being pulled into another
embrace, her eyes glazing with renewed passion.

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