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A/N: I'm offering a present in the last paragraph...oh, and I've answered a few of your Qs beneath. ;) Enjoy
Blaise and Cat – Zabini manor, master suite
"I do love happy endings."
Cat shot Blaise a sardonic look. "Not entirely happy. Ron is dead, Ginny is on the loose, Dolohov is still missing and the entire Weasley family seems to have developed a deep seated hatred for Hermione."
Blaise just smiled smugly. "Like I said, happy ending."
"Hermione loved the Weasleys. This has hurt her." Cat bit her lip and sunk further into the plush armchair in Zabini's manor house.
Blaise mimicked her actions, sipping on his brandy and puffing on a cigar as she shot him a disgusted look. It was barely ten in the morning…and…Merlin he was so unhealthy.
"She should be glad to be rid of them. Now that she's a Malfoy, she will be introduced to another echelon of society and…"
"Oh shut up." Cat snapped.
Blaise continued, unheeded. "…so will you. You're my wife now. You shouldn't associate with…oof!"
Cat jumped into his lap in a flash, grabbing the snifter and flashed him a stiff smile. "Exactly. I am your wife now and as your wife, I'm going to make some changes around here."
"Like?" Blaise was too bewildered to say much else.
She grabbed the smoking cigar from his mouth and ground it into the golden brown liquid with a sizzle. "Like…no alcohol before 6 p.m. and you'll quit smoking this instant."
Blaise's eyebrows drew together tightly and a conceited smirk tugged at his lips. "What makes you think I'll do that?"
Cat feigned innocence for a moment before turning to him with a faux sweet smile. "How much do you enjoy sex?"
"Oh no!" Blaise exclaimed, dumping her from his lap as he protested. Cat landed nimbly on her feet and smiled once more. "No! That tactic might work on a weaker man but I…"
She stepped forward and cupped his treasured family jewels, smiling as he stiffened in her hands.
"You were saying?"
Ginny Weasley – Cleveland Hopkins International Airport, Ohio, USA
Relieved and not a little airsick, Ginny clambered out of the plane. Having never flown by the muggle style before, the experience was something of a lesson for her, one she never cared to repeat again.
Swallowing the bile in her throat, she started for the airport security, fishing out her passport as she smiled at the fresh faced personnel.
"Welcome to Ohio, Ms…" He glanced at her British passport. "…Weasley. The purpose of your visit?"
"Holiday." She forced out a smile, no doubt ghastly in nature due to her current state of nausea and fatigue. "Needed some time away."
"Of course Miss. You are of course aware that you are here on a travel visa and hence are not allowed to find employment.
"Yes." She agreed. "Yes of course."
"Then enjoy your stay."
With no trouble what so ever, her baggage passed through the muggle machines and the airport security waved her through with an all American smile.
Returning his smile, Ginny stepped through the door frame like structure and emerged on the other side only to be stopped by the approach of a cute little Labrador on a leash.
