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Ginny Weasley/Blaise ZabiniPrompt:
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The hat proclaimed the answer almost before it touched the dark strands of hair perfectly coiffed and the little girl to whom they belonged to let out a patented smirk before she walked towards the table she was meant for. At the front of the room, a woman with bright red hair and snapping light brown eyes scowled, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. She was studiously refusing to look at anything or anyone in particular, though she knew that were she to look three chairs to her left, he
would be smirking in a very smug manner indeed. Dammit, she hated
it when he was right. And the worst thing of all was that he seemed to be right quite frequently. Not that she’d ever admit that
to the bastard, he was far too smug as it was.
Reaching almost aggressively for the cup of pumpkin juice, she felt her mouth almost jut a little in an almost pout, and scowled as she wished for something a little stronger. She sensed the hand before she felt it on her shoulder, felt the warmth of breath teasing the hairs at the back of her neck almost playfully. Although usually the gesture would cause her breath to catch and for her to smile, this time her scowl deepened and she absolutely refused to look behind her. She heard the low masculine chuckle and the hand on her shoulder tightened slightly before releasing her.
“Don’t be a sore loser, Weasley.”
“’M not,” she bit out, still refusing to look at him. “I’m just enjoying this fantastic juice we’re having.”
“Your expression reveals truth, sweetheart. Belies the supposed enjoyment.” He laughed at the rather crude but explicit suggestion she gave him before he kissed her cheek, moving back to his seat. At the soft chuckle to her right, she turned and offered the person a glare.
“What were you and Blaise up to?” Flushing slightly, Ginny muttered something almost unintelligible before she took a sip of pumpkin juice. The chuckle turned into a full fledged laugh and a few curious faces glanced towards the Professors’ table to see their Defence Against the Dark Arts professor laughing at his scowling co-professor. Remus shook his head as her glare intensified, a small smirk on his face. “You might be a female Weasley, Ginny, but I am a Marauder. And I knew Lily Evans.” Then he chuckled again, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you bet on what house your daughter was going to be sorted in.”
“It was Blaise’s idea.” She turned her scowl to her husband’s direction. “Dammit, I thought Cassandra was a Gryffindor for sure
.” Remus turned his snicker into a polite cough.
discussing your first born child, right? Cassandra Guinevere Zabini? Tiny, dark haired, brown eyes, smart mouthed little terror with a wicked streak about a mile wide, worse than Sirius or Fred and George about pranks…”
“Alright, alright,” Ginny glared at Remus again. “That’s my
daughter you’re describing, Lupin. And must we be reminded that I
was a Gryffindor.”
“I was quite aware, Zabini
,” Remus said, tone dry. “But everyone who knows you, and I too, agree that the hat had probably mistaken you for someone else. Either that, or you threatened it to put you in the same house that all your family had gone to.” Ginny just sniffed at him, and made Remus laugh. “Don’t fret, dear, just think of it as a seeing how you might’ve turned out were you put in your rightful house.”
“Who said anything about fretting?” Ginny’s eyebrow rose. “I’m perfectly aware Cass will do fine if not better in Slytherin. She’ll have every single pompous arse in there calling for mercy by the end of the week.”
“It’s a matter of the book that I owe Blaise,” Ginny sighed. “I lied. I never had it.”
Throwing back his head, Remus laughed again.