Blaise and Draco had cleaned up while Luna and Ginny waited in the dining.

"What was going on with the two of them before I got here?" Luna asked.

"Something about a fat head and fighting with icing," Ginny replied.

"Well you should have helped Blaise by licking it off."

"Luna!" Ginny giggled. "That's terrible. Maybe you should have done the same for Draco then."

Luna raised her eyebrow. "Is this some kind of set-up?"

"I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Like I'm suppose to believe that when you have that bloody smirk on your face. Draco's the Slytherin sex-god, like he would need or want me in that way."

"Any guy would like you that way. I don't believe you! You helped save the world with everyone and you don't have enough confidence that a guy would want you for either sex or something more."

"I'm the one everyone laughed at during school…"

"Luna, no," Ginny started to interrupt.

"Don't interrupt me Ginny. I know how everyone called me looney. It didn't bother me because I had faith in everything, until the war. I wouldn't have considered for a second then or now that Draco would want me. He's rich, sexy and gorgeous and…"

"Now who could you be talking about?" Draco asked as he and Blaise entered the room.

Luna turned pink. But Ginny saved her by saying, "Don't get such a big head because then Blaise would be right. We were talking about that famous Quidditch player. What is his name again?"

"I can't remember," Luna said softly.

"Well then let's eat and maybe it'll come to you," Blaise smirked.

Ginny walked by him and whispered, "Thank you."

After dinner the four made their way to the living room for some fire-whiskey. Before settling down, Ginny asked Blaise if she could talk to him alone so they left Draco and Luna alone.

"So, you are an amazing cook," Luna said to try to fill the awkward silence.

"Thanks. Not many people know that I can cook. It's a little secret," Draco said. The silence started up again, so Draco added, "Are you still into all that stuff you were back at school?"

"Um, no. After the war it seemed kind of pointless. All the death and none of my dad's discoveries could bring them back."

"He died in the war, right?" Draco asked.

"Yes," Luna said as a tear started down her cheek.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up," Draco said awkwardly. Then he noticed the tear.

He walked over to where she was sitting and gave her a small hug.

"A hug from the Slytherin king? I must be dreaming," Luna said with a smile.

"No dream here," Draco said softly before looking down at her lips.

He couldn't resist. She had looked gorgeous from the moment she walked in. Before either of them was aware of it they were full-on making out on Blaise couch.

"We – should – really – stop – before – they – get – back," Luna said between breathes.

"Somehow, I think they are doing the same thing, just on a bed," Draco said while he kissed her neck. "Maybe we could go to my place instead though?"

Luna bit her lip "This can't be happening. Ginny couldn't have been right. He's a sex-god and slept with soo many other girls. This can't be happening but I'm only going to live once. Wait…wasn't he married to Pansey?" she thought but quickly reminded their recently divorced because she cheated on him. "Alright, let's go."

"Do you think this is very nice of us?" Ginny asked.

"It was your ideal so you cannot back out on me now. No way," Blaise replied.

"But what if there's nothing between them and it's just an awkward silence the entire time?"

"Do you want to go check it out then Gin?"

"Well no because what if they are kissing or more? That would be even worse!"

"Then leave it alone," Blaise paused and looked around. They were in Blaise's study. He had a picture of his father over the fireplace, a couch, bookcases filled with books and a messy desk. It was a typical study, nothing fancy. 'Why did I have to bring her into this boring place to wait?' Blaise wondered.

"Sounds like us," Ginny commented, bringing Blaise out of his thoughts.

"What?"

"I mean we are alone, like them," Ginny replied as she sat on the couch. "Damn it. I forgot I actually had something to tell you and here I thought we could just make out the whole time."

"You could tell me later," Blaise suggested as he walked sat down beside her.

"No, this is kind of important. I had a visit from Harry and Cho before I came here."

"Oh that must have been so pleasant!"

"Aren't you a sarcastic one, Blaise." Ginny said with a smile. "Well they invited me over for a house warming party where my whole family will be there so I wanted to know if you'd come along and keep me sane?"

"That's all? Go into the lion's den, again?"

"Pretty please?" Ginny begged.

"Anything for you," Blaise said.

Ginny reached up to kiss him. "Now we can make out."

It was nearly midnight when Ginny and Blaise left the study.

"We should have checked in on them along time ago" Ginny worried.

"Well if you hadn't been so bloody distracting then maybe we would have," Blaise smirked.

Smacking him in the arm, Ginny entered the living room to find it empty. "Do you think they got tired of waiting and both went home?"

"Or did they hit it off and go to Draco's place?"

"That's always a possibility I guess."

"Ya, it'd be a nice one considering Draco hasn't been with anyone since he divorced Pansy. He was a mess."

"I think I'm going to head home to see if Luna's there and then get some sleep. I'll see you on Friday" Ginny reached up and kissed Blaise goodbye.

As soon as Ginny left Blaise went upstairs but wouldn't sleep. All he could think about was Ginny. 'People say when you love someone they are all you can think about and all I can think about is her,' Blaise thought to himself.

"You can't love her, you haven't known her for that long," he argued with himself out loud.

'But that doesn't mean a thing. She is the first thing on my mind when I wake up and go to sleep. It doesn't matter how long I've known her for'

"But what would mother say?"

"What would I say about what?" someone replied.

Blaise jumped off his bed. "Excuse me?" he asked the person behind his bedroom door.

"Well aren't you going to let your dear old mother inside?"

'Bloody hell this is bad!' Blaise cursed to himself as he went to open his door. "What are you doing here so late?"

"Well I was in the neighborhood so I thought I'd stop by to see how my son is doing," she paused in the hallway and looked around. "I definitely do not miss this place. I think it was the best idea I had, giving it to you when your father died. My apartment is quite lovely."

"I bet it is. I've been meaning to drop by and see it sometime."

"So what would I say about what?" Mrs. Zabine asked. "Is it about how when I was browsing the Daily Prophet and came across and entire section on the Potter wedding and saw a picture of her son and a Weasley holding hands?"

Blaise was speechless. He didn't know his picture had been taken and he definitely did not know that his mother saw it. "Well it started as a deal."

"And what has it turned in to now?"

"Complicated," Blaise paused. "Very complicated."

"Well why don't you start from the beginning and maybe we could de-complicated it," his mother said in a soft voice.

So that is what Blaise did. He started at the beginning and worked his way to the events that happened that night. He of course glossed over the making out parts.

"Oh my, this does sound serious."

"I know. I just don't know how I feel. It can't be…" Blaise started but was interrupted by his mother saying "Love?"

"Yes, it can't be that right?"

"Well I was thinking that that is what it sounds like. You have to figure out for yourself though whether or not it is. It's getting really late though so I should be getting home. Have fun at the thing at Potter's. What a boar he is," Mrs. Zabine said with a chuckle.

"Goodnight mother."

Blaise went and laid down on his bed. Did he ever have a lot to think about.