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Lost in the Music	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 24 – Unexpected Surprises

Hermione moved swiftly from Draco’s room into her own, where she knew Ginny would be grilling her about the prior night’s events; she knew that she would want every minute and gory detail. In some sense Hermione didn’t mind that she had someone to share it all with, but she still wanted to keep some things between her and Draco.

Hermione removed her silk dressing gown, and returned it back into the stunning silk red dress she had worn to the ball. With a flick of her wrist the dress vanished, having sent it down to be cleaned by the elves. She was in good favour with them, so they were always on hand. Hermione began traipsing to her gleaming white and gold bathroom; she waved her hand again and watched as jets of steaming hot water poured out of the head of the shower. Ridding herself of the skimpy pyjamas, she stepped into the cubicle and felt the water massage her aching skin. She sighed contently, a lazy smile on her lips.

A gentle knock at the door announced Ginny’s entrance.

“Don’t think you can get away from telling me what happened that easily, Mione.” Ginny said with a Draco worthy smirk.

Hermione sighed again, “I wasn’t getting away, I was simply having a shower.” She said as she massaged her scalp with the cherry blossom scented shampoo. She proceeded to tilt her head back under the stream of water letting the shampoo wash away; she quickly applied some conditioner and repeated the action. She washed herself quickly, aware that Ginny was waiting rather impatiently sat on her small bathroom stool; she walked out of the cubicle snatching the awaiting fluffy towel that hung from Ginny’s hand. Ginny had a large smirk on her face as she stifled a laugh.

Hermione made her way over to her basin and brushed her teeth in the mirror absentmindedly, all whilst giving a Ginny pointed stare. Rinsing her mouth free from the remnants of her mint toothpaste, Hermione turned to face her best friend.

“Spill!” Ginny said excitedly.

Hermione laughed, “There’s nothing to tell, Ginny.” She said casting a quick drying charm on herself.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Yeah right, Mione. Even if I couldn’t read you like a book, and therefore know when you lie, the love bites across your neck and shoulders would give you away.” She said laughing.

Hermione’s eyes widened in shock, “Love Bites!” she screamed, turning back to look into the softly lit mirror, studying her form. Ginny was right, all across her neck and arms were angry purple bruises, a faint outline of teeth marks. He’d actually managed to mar her bronzed skin. Ginny smirked again.

“I believe you got quite a few bites in yourself from the look of Draco. Hell the scratch marks down his back and arms don’t do much to support you claim that nothing happened. So come on spill.” She said laughing at her friends blush, Ginny always knew that Hermione would have a wild side to her and apparently Malfoy was a match for her in more ways than one, he was definitely able to keep her on her toes in the bedroom, from the looks of it, Ginny thought.

Hermione studied Ginny’s form for a while, noticing for the first time that she had put an extra effort into her appearance today. Her long red hair was secured into a sideways pony tail, her long fringe had been braided leading into it, a thin yellow ribbon wrapped around which was fortified with a small bow. She wore a bright yellow dress it was the perfect complement to the sunny day outside. It was simple with eyelet detailing yet it had a flattering cut that enhanced the curve of her slender body. A modest periwinkle blue cardigan covered her shoulders; it was a beautiful contrast to the yellow of the dress all the while letting the texture shine. She’d paired it with a pair of white Satin ballet flats, a pearl bracelet and white cat-eye sunglasses giving her outfit the perfect dose of retro glamour, she looked incredibly summery which matched her temperament.

“Is this for Blaise?” Hermione asked, she watched as a soft blush crept onto her friends cheeks. “Don’t change the subject, Mione.” She said hesitantly.

“We haven’t done it yet.” Hermione said finally, “Just fooling around really.” She didn’t quite know what to say, what were they actually doing?

“Fooling around how?” Ginny asked, amused at her friends obvious discomfort, she was still innocent Hermione.

“Well like, we erm… do it but like, we still have our clothes on, do you know what I mean?” she asked becoming incredibly flustered. Ginny took pity on her. “Dry humping.” She said simply. Hermione looked shocked, “Dry Humping?” Ginny laughed, “Yeah, that’s what you’re doing.” Hermione nodded.

“So…How was it?” Ginny asked, her curiosity getting the better of her, okay so Hermione hadn’t actually slept with Draco yet, but the man was a sex god, she wanted to know if he had lived up to his reputation. Hermione turned scarlet.

“It was like my body was on fire, Ginny. I wasn’t in control, I couldn’t talk, couldn’t think he was just…wow.” She said her words incoherent just remembering the sensation of his fingers stroking through her folds, how it felt when he stimulated her sensitive nub. Ginny smiled to herself as she watched lust haze her friend’s vision, she knew that she had inadvertently triggered Hermione’s memories.

“I’m glad he lives up to his sex god title.” Ginny said with a smile, pulling Hermione from her memories. “Gin, he said something to me this morning. He told me that he wanted me to be his wife. And I know that I should be worried, frightened even and yet I don’t, it just feels right. Does that sound mad?” Hermione asked earnestly. Ginny shook her head. “Are you in a relationship?” Ginny asked, she smiled brightly when Hermione nodded her head. “He asked me this morning.” Hermione said softly, making her way to her room.

“So let me get this straight, Draco actually asked you to be his girlfriend, and then told you that someday he wanted to make you his wife. Hermione Granger do you realise that you have tamed the most ludicrous womaniser Hogwarts has ever seen!” Ginny said pulling Hermione into a hug, Hermione laughed. “So you don’t think I’m mad for wanting it?” she said softly. Ginny pulled away to look her friend in her amber eyes, her tone was quiet and honest. “No. I don’t think you’re mad, you’re his girlfriend it’s only natural to want it. What’s mad is that I only found out that Blaise was my soul mate last night, and I know that if he asked me to marry him, I’d elope to Gretna Green with him quicker than you could blink. That, Mione, is not just mad, its bloody insane.” She said with a smile. Hermione laughed at the way Ginny threw her hands in the air exasperatedly.

“Right enough chit chat, for now. We need to get you ready for breakfast, I believe there will be quite a stir today.” She said the ends of her mouth curling up into a secret smile; Hermione looked at her questioningly; before Ginny pulled her to her walk in closet.

With a quick use of spell work, Hermione was stood in her usual position in front of her full length mirror studying her form. Ginny had styled her hair into a waterfall braid, her curls falling loosely giving it a beach look, the addition of delicate white flowers gave it a romantic feel. Hermione loved it. Her outfit that Ginny had chosen for her caused her to giggle. Draco always referred to her as his Lioness, and now looking in the mirror, she could kind of see why, regardless of her being a Gryffindor. Her outfit made her look like a sexy lioness. Ginny had selected a beige tight fitting shirt dress; the narrow brown belt clinched it in at her waist, enhancing her curves. She wore an ivory long sleeved cardigan which was much like Ginny’s blue one. Ginny had teamed it with a pair of cream coloured high heel platforms, some dainty gold hoops and a gold necklace with the charm of a Lion tooth. Despite the bold necklace, Hermione couldn’t help but think she look quite elegant, though she was less than pleased for having to wear heels so early in the morning. Nevertheless, Hermione relished in the fact that she didn’t have to wear her uniform, how she loved the weekend. Applying a dash of clear gloss to her lips she looked at Ginny who was brandishing her wand at her, she’d have drawn her own if it weren’t for the smirk on her friends face.

“You’d look perfect, Mione. If it weren’t for Draco’s love bites all over you.” She said flicking her wand. Hermione looked in the mirror to find that she could no longer see the marks.

“What?...How?” she said checking her neck and shoulders.

“I’ve healed them, Draco probably knows how, but he probably took some twisted pride knowing he’d marked you as his. As for how, seriously Mione, Ron would have killed Harry if he’d have seen some of the marks he’d given me.” Ginny winked at Hermione before she laughed.

“Come on, we’ve kept them waiting long enough, don’t you think?” she said tugging on Hermione’s hand. The girls walked hand in hand down the stairs together, the two gasps from the two boys at the bottom made them both laugh.

Despite Blaise having already seen Ginny that morning, he still told her how beautiful she looked; he’d swept her into his arms as soon as she’d stepped of the final step. He had buried his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. Draco took it one step further “Well hello, Mi. You really are a lioness.” He crooned in his silky voice; it sent a shiver down her spine. He’d then proceeded to pick her up in his arms before his lips attached to hers kissing her deeply and softly, the passion she could feel had her head lulling against his shoulder.

The sound of a throat clearing and a small giggle, stopped Draco from running back up the stairs with her in his arms and divesting her of all her clothing, instead he reluctantly released her lips from his own, her lips slightly puffy from the kiss.

“Let’s go then shall we?” Blaise asked, he shot a mischievous look at Ginny who smirked in acknowledgement. “I’d hate for us to miss the stir.” He said taking Ginny’s hand before leading them out of the portrait in the direction of the great hall.

******

The walk to the great hall passed quickly as each of the two couples joked and conversed between each other. As the group neared the great hall they could hear the loud chatter that resided behind the large doors, the murmurs caused Draco and Hermione to look over at a suspicious looking Blaise and Ginny. The hall hadn’t had this much chatter coming from it since they had done the stunt in front of the entire student body that essentially ended up with a very red faced Weasley. Draco felt apprehensive; he could feel Hermione’s body go rigid as the same emotion coursed through her veins.

Stopping outside the doors they took a deep breath as Ginny and Blaise urged them to enter first. Draco pushed the door open for his girlfriend as he followed behind her, the large wooden doors hinges creaking as he did so. Walking in the hall hand in hand they stopped abruptly at the view before them, Ginny and Blaise could be heard giggling behind them.

There seemed to have been a game of musical chairs of some sort as Hermione noticed that she and Ginny’s seats seemed to have been filled at the Gryffindor table. Hermione first noticed the presence of Luna, who was sat engrossed in conversation with Harry, she would occasionally sip her tea from the china cup she held in her hands. Hermione smiled at how happy Harry looked, she knew that he and Ginny had, had a rocky last few months to their relationship, which had taken its toll on them both, it was refreshing to see him smiling again. Harry noticed Hermione staring in his direction, his eyes met hers as he smiled and waved slightly, which Hermione returned with the hand that wasn’t linked with Draco’s.

The second person that had acquired a seat at the Gryffindor table caused Hermione to inhale deeply, she was sure she was seeing things, if it weren’t for Draco voicing his opinion.

“What in Merlin’s name is Pansy doing sat at the Gryffindor table? And why is she flirting with Weasel!” Draco exclaimed.

The outburst caused those closest to the group to look in their direction briefly, before they resumed their idol gossiping. Hermione watched on as a flustered Ron attempted to engage in a conversation with the dark haired Slytherin Girl. Every once in a while she would flick her hair and the rest her petite hand on his arm. Hermione laughed out loud when Ron accidentally knocked his pumpkin juice over the table, she was impressed however that Pansy simply flicked her wand unfazed by the incident, she quickly cleared up the spilled juice before resuming their conversation. Hermione wondered how many times she had done that simply bit of magic in that very sitting.

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Draco said getting frustrated at being ignored.

“Come, let’s sit and all will be revealed.” Blaise said cryptically.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Blaise if you haven’t noticed Ginny and I have nowhere to sit.” She said.

Draco laughed “You sit with me, Princess. There’s no way in hell I’m going to leave you alone looking as gorgeous as you do. And I’ll hex any guy who is stupid enough to try and make a pass at you.” He said with conviction. Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco’s possessiveness.

“Like I’d care for anyone’s advances but your own, Mr Malfoy.” She retorted winking at him.

The four students made their way over to the Slytherin table, Hermione was apprehensive of the reaction she and Ginny would get. Even if they were fighting for the light, these people had actively made her life a hell, relentlessly bullying her for being of Muggle heritage. She was surprised however as she sat down at the warm welcome and compliments about her outfit from the Slytherin girls. She and Ginny giggled to themselves when a round of cat calls and wolf whistling was heard from the Slytherin boys. They were stopped abruptly by the two Slytherin Princes who warn them of their claim on the girls. Hermione could have gone off on a rant about not being a possession that he could stake a claim on, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

The boys had instantly got the message that they didn’t have a chance with the two Gryffindors but it didn’t stop some of them trying their hand at wooing them, this caused Ginny and Hermione to laugh. The pick-up lines the Slytherins used were dreadful.

“Hey Granger…” Nott called, Hermione looked over at the brown haired boy “Do you know Karate? …Because your body is kicking!” Hermione rolled her eyes, she heard Draco growling beside her. “Hey it’s okay, don’t worry.” She said placing a kiss on his cheek. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it, Mi.” he said in a hushed whisper. Hermione nodded and turned back to her polite conversation with Daphne Greengrass.

This time it was Vaisley who demanded attention, “Yo, Weasley, Did it hurt?” he shouted across the table, Ginny looked confused. “Did what hurt?” she asked, unsure of whether or not the respond to the blonde. “When you fell from heaven.” He said smirking at the other boys, they all laughed. Ginny huffed in annoyance at their immaturity. Blaise stared the two boys down along with Draco which placated them.

******

“Right so is one of you going to explain why I’m currently watching Pansy and Weasley drool over each other? It’s put me off my breakfast.” Draco said pulling Hermione into his lap, her hands resting around his neck, her head on his shoulder as she looked back at Ginny and Blaise.

Ginny sighed deeply as she looked at Blaise, Hermione could see how happy Ginny was, and even when she sighed she sounded content. “Well…” she began. “Last night, during the opening dance, I noticed Ron was sulking around the punch bowl. We all know that he hasn’t, didn’t take the news well about Mione not choosing him. Well he outwardly refused to find a date for the ball, so he went alone. He spent the entire night staring at you two. A look of longing for you Mione and a look of hate for Draco.” She said. Hermione felt guilty, she was aware that Ron had chosen to fly solo, it was a shame because despite her trying to persuade him otherwise, she knew that he would just mope around and feel sorry for himself.

“So I decided that I would try to find someone for him. I didn’t plan on making it happen last night but, it just kind of happened that way when I told Blaise. Actually it was Blaise who helped me to arrange it, his gift is amazing.” She said placing a tentative kiss on Blaise’s cheek. Blaise visibly lit up at the public affection.

“Tell us everything.” Draco said to Blaise.

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The Previous Night.

Ginny and Blaise watched as Draco led Hermione out of the large doors, Ginny felt anxious for her friend, she knew that the revelation of her alter ego would be a hard one, but nevertheless it was important that she told him, Ginny had told Hermione that much. When the doors to the hall closed behind her friend she distinctly became aware of the warm arm that belonged to the handsome Italian, it was placed on the small of her back. His fingers would travel up and down her spine every once in a while, sending electricity throughout her body. Ginny tried to look anywhere but at Blaise, she knew that he knew what affect it was having on her but it didn’t stop her from wanting to keep how much it was turning her on to herself.

Looking around the winter wonderland that was the great hall she observed all the couples dancing, she could see Luna and Harry swaying awkwardly to the music, she stifled her laugh at the deep lines of concentration on Harry’s face, he’d never been a skilled dancer. As her eyes continued to roam the hall she frowned, when her eyes landed on a very lonesome Ron, he looked depressed and Ginny felt bad that she was in some sense rubbing her happiness in his face. He’d not only lost his girlfriend, who was currently giving him evils, but he’d also lost the woman he claimed he loved, it had hit him hard, but he was being too damn stubborn to move on and find someone for himself.

Blaise looked down at the stunningly beautiful witch whose slender body was pressed into his; she had a frown on her face which intern made him frown. He didn’t want her to be unhappy; he thought that she was enjoying his teasing ministrations; well her body was at least telling him that she was, but looking at her, he was now second guessing his instincts. This was a new feeling for Blaise, she was the only female that had made him second guess his actions; he really didn’t want to screw this up. He hadn’t even second guessed things when he was dating Hermione. Ginny’s frown became more pronounced, his fingers instantly went to her chin, pulling her face to face him, he tilted it up until her azure blue eyes locked with his liquid chocolate ones.

The look of concern on Blaise’s face made Ginny swoon, add his sinfully dark eyes to the mix and Ginny wasn’t sure how her legs were still keeping her up. “Tesoro, what is the matter? You seem unhappy. Tell me what is worrying you.” He said concern lacing his tone; as his hand stroked her back softly in an attempt to sooth her. Ginny gave a weak smile, her eyes darting back to her brother. Blaise seemed to pick up on her train of thought having followed her gaze. “He’s unhappy, isn’t he?” Blaise asked pulling Ginny closer, she nodded.

“It doesn’t feel right Blaise.” She said, Blaise looked panicked, did she mean it didn’t feel right with him? He didn’t think he could handle the rejection from the woman that his future revolved around. “I mean, it’s awful, I feel awful. Here we are content with the news that fate decided to unite our hearts, she’s blessed us by giving us someone we can be happy with, to learn from. And yet he, he has no one.” She said with a sad sigh. Blaise knew what she was referring to, they were incredibly lucky that fate had predestined them to have a soul mate. Dumbledore had already stated how rare the occurrence was for an individual to have a soul mate; it was even more of a rarity for the couple to meet. The sad fact was that not everyone had a soul mate. “It just feels wrong to be flaunting it in his face like this. He doesn’t have anyone does he?” she commented. Blaise shook his head “I don’t know, Ginny. Even if he did, the chance that they would meet is very slim.” Ginny nodded resolutely.

The couple fell into a silence as thoughts infiltrated their minds. Ginny’s back was leaning against Blaise’s chest; his arms wrapped protectively wrapped around her. Their breathing was in sync as they watched the crowd of dancing students. Blaise laughed to himself when he saw Professor Trelawney trying to coax his head of house, Professor Snape to dance with her. Snape’s face was hard and stony as the eccentric divination professor gave up trying, instead choosing to dance on her own. Suddenly Blaise spotted Nott and Pansy, Nott was having a hard time trying to twirl Pansy around in her elegant blue dress, it sufficed in adding drama to her dark midnight black hair. It was when Nott spun her out of his hands that Blaise noticed the flicker of her aura, it was a crimson colour. It was then that the idea came to him.

“Oh dear merlin. You have got to be kidding me!” he all but shouted. His exclamation startled Ginny who shot away from his arms in dismay. “What’s wrong, Blaise?” she said breathlessly.

“All along, it’s been right in front of me, all this bloody time.” He said pulling Ginny to him, both her hands held in his. “Would it make you happy? If your brother had someone?” He said staring down intently into Ginny’s eyes.

“You mean he has a soul mate?” she asked only just following. Blaise shook his head. “No not an exact match, but so close it could be perfect.” He said. “Really?” Ginny almost screamed in delight, if Ron could be happy it would ease her mind so much more. Blaise chuckled. “Really.” He said. “If I could try and make it happen, would it make you happy, Ginevra?” he asked.

Ginny threw her arms around Blaise’s neck, “Oh Blaise, would you do that for me?” she said unsure if she was too being too forward with her current stance. When he didn’t pull away Ginny was happy to remain with her arms in that position.

“Anything for you.” He whispered, his mouth was right next to her ear, his hot breath teasing her skin, as it brought goose bumps to the exposed flesh. Before Ginny had chance to reconsider her actions she had turned her head and captured Blaise soft lips with her own.

Blaise initially went rigid at the contact, it wasn’t that he wasn’t enjoying the kiss, he was. It was just unexpected, the feeling that over took his body as soon as her lips connected with his was overwhelming, he hadn’t expected to feel that much from such a sweet kiss, but he could feel the kiss from his toes to the tip of his brown curls. That surprised him. Within seconds he was responding, kissing her back. This was what a kiss was meant to feel like. It was so innocent and yet for Blaise it meant so much. Ginny broke this kiss, leaving Blaise feeling disappointed at the loss of contact.

Ginny stood on her tip toes, just enough to whisper in Blaise’s ear “Thank you.” She whispered, before she placed a kiss on his cheek.

Retuning back to her normal position she finally asked the inevitable question “Who is it, Blaise? Who is Ron’s match?” she asked searching the room of students.

Blaise took her hand and pulled her over into the darkened corner, “Its Pansy.” He said. Ginny’s eyes amplified “Parkinson?” she coughed out. Blaise frowned, “Pansy is misunderstood, she is kind, caring and loving, and just like me and Draco, she was born to a family whose values are sickening. She has had to withstand the most awful form of torture, something I am not eligible to discuss. Nor would I want to harm you’re delicate ears with such atrocities, I know you have seen some horrendous things, but this, Ginny its bad.” He said with a sad grimace. “However she deserves happiness just as much as you and I.” he said, stroking Ginny’s hair.

Ginny nodded and then laughed. “What’s so funny, Kitten?” he asked.

Ginny looked up at Blaise; “Don’t you find it funny? First it was Draco and Hermione, then it was you and I and now its Ron and Pansy. I don’t think fate could have made it clearer. We’re all Slytherin and Gryffindor couples! I think she’s trying to tell us that Slytherin and Gryffindor need to unite. She’s right too, if we want to win this war, then we will have to unite.” Blaise placed a tender kiss on her forehead “You are so wise.” He said.

“I believe we should inform the two of them. Don’t you?” he said looking down at the girl in his arms, she nodded. “Who’s first?” she asked.

******

Ron hated balls, the dancing, the dress robes and most of all the idea that everyone must accompany someone. Well hell to it, why should he have to bring someone to the stupid festivities? The girl he wanted had chosen a snake over him, which essentially left him with no other options. He may have made up with Hermione but it still hurt knowing that she was happy with Malfoy. He could have made her happy too.

Ron looked on in self-pity as he watched the couples dance around the dance floor, a haze of waltz’s and tangos were displayed by the students. Amidst the students he could see Harry dancing with his new girlfriend, Luna Lovegood. Ron wasn’t sure what he saw in the blonde girl, considering she never seemed to be on the same planet for starters, but Harry was happy and that was enough for him. It didn’t make it any easier though. Both of his best friends were shacked up and moving on with their lives, even in this time of peril, they had still managed to find someone.

Ron continued his scan of the room, his eyes finally resting of Blaise Zabini and his date, Ginny. Ron felt sick watching as the Slytherin kissed his sister; even Ginny had managed to find someone. Someone he didn’t like. He watched as they extracted themselves from each other as they briefly conversed, before they looked over in his direction. Please don’t come over here, please don’t come over here. He repeated to himself, it was pointless he knew but he continued the mantra as he watched Ginny and Blaise walk towards him, Blaise would spin Ginny every now and then making her giggle.

They stopped in front of him, neither seemed sure on how to begin the conversation, but the silence was broken between them.

Ron stared at Blaise with a slight edge of anger to his demeanour. “You’ve been kissing my baby sister!” he growled out. Blaise didn’t retort, he didn’t want to disclose what had occurred between him and Ginny, as far as he was concerned it was none of his business. “No point denying it Zabini, you have red lipstick around your mouth from snogging her. Not to mention the red imprint of her lips on your cheek. I’ve got to say, red really isn’t your colour.” He said snappishly.

Blaise rolled his eyes. “Weasley, Ron. I don’t want to fight with you.” He said calmly all the while looking down at Ginny.

“I suggest you turn your pompous arse around then you smarmy git and go back where you came from!” He hissed at the Italian.

“Ron!” Ginny said pleadingly “Will you please listen to what Blaise has to say. We can help you.” She said taking Ron’s hand in hers. Ron snatched it away. “I doubt anything he does will help me!” he snapped again, his eyes softened slightly at the expression of hurt on Ginny’s face. He could see her eyes beginning to shine from unshed tears, he’d upset her. He hadn’t meant to upset her, she was his sister and he loved her.

“Look I’m sorry, Gin. But I really don’t see what he can do to help me. And I don’t want his help.” He said directing the latter of his statement at Blaise. “Please Ron, Blaise is trying to be nice to you, and he’s doing it for me, you don’t get it Ron. There is a good chance that I could marry him, he’s my soul mate, so he’s going to be around for a long time yet, well as long as he’ll have me.” She said looking up at Blaise. “I’ll never leave you, Ginny. Not unless you want me to, but even then I’ll fight for you.” He whispered.

Ron rolled his eyes. “Get to the chase will you, I’m assuming you came over here because you wanted something from me.” He said slightly irritated. Blaise straightened up, something that seemed like the thing one would do when presenting a business proposal.

“Ron. As you are aware Draco and Hermione are Soul mates. Tonight it has come to light, like Ginny has said that I am her soul mate.” Ron nodded lazily in understanding.

“We know that we are compatible because of our auras, which I can see, as you already know. What I tell you now is that in this room there is someone for you, someone who is almost perfect for you, just as Ginny is for me.” Blaise explained.

Ron had begun sipping at his punch, the tartness of the mix hitting every one of his taste buds. He listened closely to whatever Zabini was saying, disregarding it all as a load of crap. Soul mates, really? He bet that he and Malfoy were using it as a ploy to get into Ginny and Hermione’s knickers and from the looks of it, it was probably working. Ron was however caught off guard by Blaise confessing that he, Ronald Weasley did have someone. Ron began choking on his punch, the news had been unexpected whether it was the truth or a lie, the whole situation was comical.

“Excuse me?” He coughed out.

Ginny was the one to answer him. “You have a match Ron, not an exact match like us but so close you two would be more than compatible. Blaise says that your aura is the most beautiful deep shade of red, much like the colour of Gryffindor, hers is a deep crimson, they are so very nearly perfect.” She said, the hope in her voice was clear as day to Ron. She wanted him to give this a chance, to try and make it work, what did he really have to lose?

“Who is she?” Ron asked finally, Ginny looked to Blaise and then back to him, she inhaled a deep breath. “Promise you won’t fly off the handles, just think about it before you go mental.” She pleaded. Ron rolled his eyes, who the hell was it? Parkinson? He laughed at himself. “Fine I promise, Okay?” Ginny looked back at Blaise.

“It’s Pansy Parkinson.” He said. Ron’s eyes expanded, before he began to laugh. “You’re kidding me right? It’s a joke.” He said looking at the two grave faces before him. “You’re not joking” he said realisation dawning on him. Both Ginny and Blaise shook their heads.

“But its Parkinson, Her father is a death eater!” he said. Blaise stepped forward still holding Ginny close. “Yes Ron, her father is a death eater, however she isn’t. She has grown up in an environment far worse than people would have imagined. The information surrounding parts of her life have only just been revealed and I will tell you now Ron that she needs a knight in shining armour and I just hope that you’re him. She doesn’t need some fool in tin foil; she needs someone to look after her, to love her. Can you do that?” he said seriously, looking him straight in the eyes. Something about Blaise’s conviction unnerved him, whatever happened to Pansy he knew it was bad, he could tell by how defensive he was about her.

Ron looked out on to the dance floor, he found Pansy being led across the floor by a very clumsy Nott. Ron laughed, he knew that he himself wasn’t a good dancer but he couldn’t be any worse than Nott. Ron shook his head.

“You’re asking a lot Zabini, I know this war has been tough on us all, and maybe I have been rash to judge, but that’s survival.” Blaise nodded he agreed, keeping people at a distance instead of letting them in was a way of protecting yourself, he and Draco had done it for years, it was one of the reasons they went from girl to girl. “I don’t even know her.” Ron said continuing “she doesn’t even like me, we’ve never spoken and probably don’t have anything in common, so how is it that we are compatible?” he asked looking up at the curly haired boy.

Blaise didn’t have all the answers, far from it. Fate had a way of choosing those who were right for each other, who were they to question her judgement? she obviously saw things deep within a person that others were unable to see. Perhaps she saw things in Ron and Pansy that would help the other, they would never know unless they gave it a chance.

“I don’t know Ron, whatever fate has decided; she decided for a reason, I still can’t work out how she matched me with someone as kind, caring and beautiful as your sister. I know I don’t deserve her, but I will spend the rest of my life making sure that I do. The same applies to you and Pansy, you both possess qualities that perhaps we don’t see, it’s possible that these qualities are innate and you bring them out in each other. But standing here and talking to us isn’t going to answer your questions. The only way you will know is to go over there and talk to her.” Blaise said resting his hand on Ron’s shoulder.

Ron nodded; he knew that Blaise was probably right, though he would never admit it. If everyone else got to be happy then why shouldn’t he? And if Pansy was the one to make him happy, he’d be stupid to not grasp it with both hands. That was all well and good but how do you make conversation with a girl that a) was beautiful beyond words, and b) you’ve never spoken to in your life. It wasn’t lost on Ron that he had referred to Pansy as beautiful, hell he was referring to her as Pansy in his head, what happened to Parkinson?

“I don’t know what to do, what do I say to her? Does she even know?” he asked. Blaise shook his head. “No I’m going to go tell her now.” He said pecking Ginny on the lips before moving towards Pansy.

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Ginny and Ron stared over at Blaise as he spoke with Pansy, he had inadvertently rescued her from another dance with Nott, which she looked more that grateful for. As Blaise spoke to her, it was easy to see what he was telling her. Ron became aware of how expressive her face was, it was much like Hermione’s in that it portrayed her every emotion. Her eyes were wild with bewilderment at the news and Ron was slowly preparing himself for the hexes he assumed would be flying his way for even considering such a thing. He was shocked however by a timid voice.

“Hi” she said.

Ron froze, he hadn’t been aware of when Pansy and Blaise had joined him and Ginny but now with the dark haired witch before him Ron was Dumbfounded.

“He…llo” he replied hesitantly, he could hear Ginny giggling and stared directly at her, this only encouraged Ginny to laugh even more.

“Hi Pansy, I’m Ginny” she said outstretching her hand to the black hair witch. Pansy smiled taking her hand “I know who you are Ginny, I’m Pansy.” She replied in a light-hearted tone, her smile was warm and it melted Ron’s insides. “This is Ron.” She said indicating in his direction, Ron was still staring at her completely unable to do anything; Pansy laughed “Are you okay? You seem a little nervous.” She said softly. Ron shook his head, “I’m okay, I think. Just a lot to take in.” he said honestly.

Pansy smiled again “I know it is, Blaise has incredible insight though and if he thinks that what he’s said is possible, then I am inclined to believe him. He’s never wrong, which would mean, Ron. That you and I could be good together.” She said giggling. Ron nodded his head absentmindedly, she was okay with this? She was actually making an effort to talk to him and he was standing there like a fool. What had Blaise said? She needs a knight in shining armour not a fool in tin foil. Ron shook his head, he needed to get himself out of this reverie and get on with it. Summoning his Gryffindor bravery he took a leap into the unknown “Erm Pansy would you like to dance?” he said proffering his hand to her, she took it in her own small one, “I’d love to.” She said as he led her onto the dance floor.

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Back in the present day.

“So let me get this straight.” Draco said playing with a strand of Hermione’s hair. “Pansy and Weasel are together?” he said. Ginny shook her head “We’re not certain what they are, as far as we’re aware they’re just getting to know each other. In saying that we didn’t really see them after that.” She said musing to herself.

Hermione arched one of her eyebrows in question “What do you mean?” she asked. Blaise laughed. “They seemed to disappear after that, we didn’t see them the rest of the evening, so until when we came in this morning it was the last we saw of them.”

The four of them looked over to the Gryffindor table to find Pansy animatedly reiterating a story of some sort, they could see her hand moving as she spoke, Ron was staring at her giving her his undivided attention, he’d smile every so often, and laugh with her at parts, it was endearing to watch.

“I wonder what else Fate has up her sleeve.” Draco murmured.

A/N: So here we are Pansy and Ron? Could it just be so strange it could be good? I want Pansy to be happy; I’ve read so many fanfic where she’s an awful chit, so I wanted to give her a chance.

Ginny’s Hair: http://pinterest.com/pin/250935010457573067/

Ginny’s outfit: http://pinterest.com/pin/250935010457572952/

Hermione’s hair: http://pinterest.com/pin/250935010457559882/

Hermione’s outfit: http://pinterest.com/pin/250935010457559882/

Tesoro means Sweetheart in Italian, every now and then I quite like Blaise to speak Italian, I like languages, so in some sense I swoon myself, *Yes I’m weird*

Cherripepsiisgod: I realised after I posted the last chapter that I didn’t reply to your review, so I apologise I hope you didn’t think I was ignoring you. Forgive me? I know what you mean though. I find I’m more in love with the characterisation of Draco than I am with Tom Felton, I think that comes down to personality over looks, I mean we don’t actually know what Tom is like. He could be an arse (I doubt it though.) But there is nothing wrong with liking fictional characters.

LadyFreak: I’m so glad you’re enjoying how this story is coming along.

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