"Blaise, I have no idea what you wrote here," Ginny said, standing in the door to his lab. "Your writing is worse than Ron's, I swear." She moved further into the room, almost used to the odors that wafted towards her as she did so. She knew it was necessary and that not all of the potions he made derived from good-smelling things, but it didn't help her nostrils at that moment. "What did you write?" She held the bottle over for him to read.

"My penmanship is perfect, Weasley. You just have bad eyesight." Blaise walked over to her and looked at the bottles she handed him. "It's too dark. Budge over. Let's get into your office light."

She ignored his comment. She had perfect eyesight. Hello? I was a seeker for a bit, for Merlin's sake. She led the way into her office, shoving the bottle back into his face. "Now that there's light, what do you make of this? I think I recognize an M and an O... but that's about it."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Since when is there an M and O in the word 'headache'? Do I need to brew some eyesight potion for you? Are you sure you should be working with people's insides when you can't even read?"

She glared at him before looking back down at the bottle. "My eyes are fine. Apparently you know how to read ancient Sumerian, since that is clearly what language that was written in." She shook her head and made her way back to her desk. "How's Hannah," she asked, trying to make it as light as possible.

"Fine. Sleeps and cooks is all she does. And play with her damn cat." Blaise walked over to her desk and plopped down in one of the chairs and propped his feet up on her desk... right next to the miniature piano he had given her. He made a face. "Is there a problem with the piano? Couldn't fit it in your place? I thought you had plenty of room in there."

Ginny looked up, an eyebrow raised. "Yes. There was absolutely no room for me to fit the miniature piano in the house that me and Luna share." She gave him a look that clearly said maybe he was the one who needed to take a potion.

Blaise returned her look, before realizing that she truly didn't understand her gift. It made him laugh. "Why the hell would I give you a miniature piano to put on your desk? That's stupid. And I told you it was a real Steinway! Did you think I'd just float it behind me? Are you a witch or not? It's a real miniature piano. As in it's shrunk so I could fit it into a box." He laughed some more. "You thought I just gave you a little plastic piano!"

"Shut up." She turned to look back down at her papers. There was no way he would have gotten her a real piano. He was making fun of her. That's how Slytherins worked, she'd learned. If she showed any hint of actually believing him, he'd laugh even more.

He smirked and levitated his other gifts off her desk and to the other side of the room. He then did the same with all her papers. "Er, I hope you don't like your desk."

"What do you thi-" She screamed, falling backwards in her chair and hitting the floor hard on her back when he unshrunk the piano, making splinters of the desk it'd been sitting on. "Are you kidding me?!" Ginny scrambled onto her knees, looking up at the piano from the floor. She looked to Blaise with wide eyes.

Blaise snickered at her expression. "Happy Christmas."

"Blaise you can't-" she rose to her knees, hesitantly putting a hand on the keys. "You can't buy me a piano!" She pressed down on black key, the sharp note forcing her eyes closed, the sound reverberating off the walls in her office. "This is too much!"

"Well I agree," Blaise said, crossing his legs. He was still seated in his chair and looked over the top of the piano at her. "It doesn't match your office too well. Too much, like you said. But I'm sure you can find a place for it at your home."

"I'm not saying you can't give me a piano because it doesn't happen to match the color scheme I have going on here! You can't give me a piano because- well, because- you just can't!" Her voice had gone a little shrill at the end. She'd never been good at getting elaborate gifts, and next to naming someone's first born after her, this was quite possibly the best gift she'd ever gotten.

Blaise arched an eyebrow. "I think I did. A while back actually." He stared at her and furrowed his brow. "You're not going to hyperventilate or pass out on me, are you?"

"This is too much. You already got me the things on my desk. I don't- I didn't get you enough. I feel bad now." She took her hands off the piano. If she was returning it she really needed to stop reaching out and touching it.

"Yeah, you sure look like it." He stood up and leaned against the piano. "Look, take it for a month, and if you really don't want it, I'll take it back." Blaise smirked. "But I doubt it'll come to that. I gave it as a gift. You accepted it. As far as I'm concerned, it's over."

"I accepted what I thought was a miniature piano for my desk. It's not my fault you are a sneaky bastard." She kicked at what was left of her desk under the piano. "Does Draco know you bought me a piano?" She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "I get the feeling he doesn't like people showing him up."

Blaise laughed. "Actually, he doesn't. He's more than likely going to be very pissed at me for doing it too, but he'll get over it. He's convinced I went a bit over the top with gifts this year. You should see what I got him. Ask him about the red gift. He'll know what you're talking about."

"Red gift?" At his nod, she shrugged. "Alright." She put her hand back on the piano. Her piano. She owned a piano. "I guess I can try and find some room for it at Orchard's Gate."

He stood up and started walking to the door. "You better practice too. I told you this before; I want to play a duet sometime. Maybe brush up on your singing as well." He grinned. "I want to see how you sound sober."

She narrowed her eyes, turning back to look at the piano. "Hey Blaise?" She looked up as he stopped in the doorway. "Thank you. Really," she said with a smile.

He nodded at her and walked across the hallway to his lab, where he entered and closed the door. He suddenly opened it and peered out. "Play it all you want while it's still here, but if you start playing chopsticks I'll shrink Draco's goods to the size of peanuts!"

Ginny laughed as he closed the door behind him again.


Summary: Ginny apparently didn't understand one of Blaise's Christmas gifts, and he's all too happy to explain how it works.