House: Gryffindor

Position: HoH

Category: Drabble

Prompt: "What do you mean you 'got married'? When? How? Why?" (speech)

Word Count: 494

Beta: Shay

Blaise slowly came back to consciousness. He felt like a herd of centaurs was doing an elaborate tap dancing routine behind his eyelids. He attempted to roll over and bury his head in a mountain of pillows to dampen the sound, but quickly discovered he was on a waterbed and any movement made his stomach want to rebel.

"I'm going to kill that arsehole!" growled a voice he recognized but could not place.

"Leave him alone," said a far more appealing sounding voice.

"Honestly, Ronald," came a third, much more exasperated voice. "We don't need to wait for you to pick the lock. Are you a wizard of not? Alohomora."

Blaise attempted to sit up, but the rolling surface of the bed made it difficult. His task was made impossible when he was pressed into the bed by a large body. He cracked his eye open to find a large red-headed man pressing a wand to his throat.

"Anything you'd like to say before I kill you?" growled Ron Weasley.

"Get off him, you big oaf!" declared Ginny. She sent a stinging jinx at the older brother to emphasize her demand but her aim was askew. Both Ron and Blaise bounded out of the bed when the giant water sack ruptured and started spraying them like a geyser.

"What the hell is going on?" groaned Blaise. The centaurs had returned for an encore performance.

Ginny stuck her hand up to his face. His eyes automatically shut to shield themselves from the brilliant light that was bouncing off the giant rock on her finger. A second later, his brain came alive and his eyes sprung open.

"You and my baby sister got drunk last night and now she's gotten herself hitched," Ron sulked.

"You're married, Ginny? What do you mean you 'got married'? When? How? Why? To whom?" he asked rapidly.

"I'm not married," she said. His nausea diminished at that assurance. "We're married." The urge to purge returned with a vengeance.

"Not for long," Ron pledged. "Hermione tells me that Las Vegas is famous for these quickie marriages. We can get this whole thing annulled and no one else ever need know."

Blaise cleared his throat and focused on his new bride. "Can you leave us for a while? We have somethings we need to discuss."

"I'm not leaving my baby sister here with - oof!"

Hermione elbowed Ron to silence him. "We'll be in our suite if you need us."

Ginny and Blaise were left alone in the hotel room.

"I know this isn't what we planned," Ginny began.

Blaise smiled. "I'd certainly have preferred to remember marrying you. But I'm glad we can finally be out in the open. No more of you wearing my ring on a necklace to hide the fact that we're engaged." He pressed a kiss to her newly adorned finger. "You're mine, Ginny. And now everyone can know it."

"So what happened in Vegas?"

"In this case? Irrevocable."