He grinned and sat in the chair across from her desk. "I ran into Tracey and got some information out of her about the Halloween malarky, and I figured out something that would get you noticed and it would work for both children and adults. You wouldn't have to do a thing but sit in a chair and hand out candy."

"Sit in a chair and hand out candy? That's it?" Ginny couldn't help the skepticism in her voice. He was a Slytherin. It was probably well placed. "And what will you be doing during this time?"

"I'll be off scaring kiddies and eating all their candy. It's a one-person thing, and you're the only one required. I mean, come on, you're the face of Healing Hands. I'm just the bloke in the back. So, what do you say?"

Ginny shook her head. "I think you keep forgetting I was raised by the twins. You're not going to get me to agree to anything without telling me what it is first. I'm not a first year who'll eat anything you give me because you're bigger than me." She crossed her arms over her chest. "And you're prettier than me. You should be the face of Healing Hands. I'll be the hands, thank you very much."

"Thanks for saying I'm prettier, but honestly, I should be the hands here." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk and wiggling his fingers. "I've never had complaints before." When her facial expression didn't change, he sighed and sat back. "A kissing booth sound fun? Thought it did. See you tomorrow!" With that, Blaise got up and started walking to the door.

Ginny was out of her chair and scrambling around her desk the moment he turned. "Oooh, no. No! You don't get to just walk out after suggesting something like that!" He grabbed his upper arm and pulled on it, bringing him to a halt. He was too large to try and turn him to look at her, but she was fine with just tightening her grip on his arm. "A kissing booth? Are you barmy?"

"Hey, hey, hey, watch the suit. I've waited a week for the damn house elves to press it and I don't want it wrinkled," he said, shaking off her hand. "And like hell I can't walk out. You asked me to come up with something, and I did. I'm happy, you're happy, and now I'm going to go to my lab and make a potion to make Theo Nott's balls shrivel up. So, get those lips all nice and kissable for Wednesday."

She gaped at him. "What on earth would make you think I'd agree to a kissing booth? Do you think me some slag who'll just kiss people for advertising? I don't think so! I'd rather pay the outrageous Prophet prices than whore myself out for the business!"

"Oh good God, Weasley, it's a peck on the cheek! You're making it sound like they've got 15 minutes with you in a private exam room to do whatever they want!" Blaise took a deep breath to calm himself. "Look, for the kids, they get to give a very pretty lady a kiss on the cheek and get some candy in return. Parents will think it's cute. At night, the adults will be doing it too, and they can get some candy as well, if they want it. It'll be more of a social thing at night, and you can even have a little donation to some random fund or even to us if you want. Point is, you're doing it, because I already had Tracey put it down on the list."

She blinked at him for a bit. She opened her mouth to respond, but snapped it closed. She took a step back, her face a mask of confusion. "I don't know whether to be angry that you put us down without consulting me or impressed that you thought it out so thoroughly." She crossed her arms over chest and furrowed her eyebrows. "Do you think it'll work? Asking them for donations?"

Blaise snorted. "Please, Weasley, you're an excellent manipulator. If you can use it on me, you can use it on the public. With the children just be sweet and kind," he said, wrinkling his nose. "The parents will come flocking to you. Half the time St. Mungo's gets complaints about the medi-witches being too rough and harsh. And at night, just turn on a bit of charm and humor, and you'll have a whole different type in your pocket. The donations were just an afterthought, and more than likely you'll get some. Especially from the males," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

She narrowed her eyes at hi, before rolling them and waving her hand. "Fine." She pointed at him, poking him in the chest. "But don't think for a second I'm going to flirt just to get my hands on some knuts."

He stopped and had to turn around and lean against the doorway with his head buried in his arm, otherwise he knew he would be on the floor rolling in laughter. Surely she realized how wrong she sounded?

Ginny's eyebrows furrowed. "What? There is nothing funn-" Her eyes widened. "Oh. Merlin." She smiled slightly as his shoulders started shaking. "Shut up." When he didn't stop, she reached out and punched him in the shoulder. "I can't help it that you've got a dirty mind. You and Dra-" She stopped herself before shaking her head. "You're a bad influence."

He tried not to fall over laughing but he turned around and leaned against the frame. "Don't punch me, I'm delicate. And you cannot honestly tell me that since you were raised with six older brothers you didn't realize how wrong that sounded."

"Well, not all of us have sex on the brain twenty-four hours a day." Only twenty or so, right? "I'm glad my shock is amusing to you." She frowned. "If this doesn't work, I will have kissed all these men for no reason, you know that right? If there were such a thing as wizarding VD, this would put me severely at risk."

That just made him think of Draco and he started laughing all over again. "Oh stop pissing and moaning about it. It's all your fault for letting me plan this, you know. If you had just left me out of all of this, then you wouldn't be in this position."

"I didn't think you'd actually do anything except show up. I have low expectations." She grinned. "You'll have to be there the whole time, you realize. To keep me safe. Maybe I should go see Harry, get a little Auror help." She looked thoughtful for a second before looking back at him. "Alright. So we're doing this, but we're doing this together. You might not be the one with men pawing all over you, but that means you'll have to be there answering all the questions, handing out the candy to the kids."

Blaise laughed disbelievingly. "The fuck I am! This is a one-person kissing booth. You don't need me <i>or</i> Potter to show up and protect you or whatever. Besides, if anyone slips you the tongue," <i>like Draco</i> "I suggest just clocking them in the nose or something. But I am not, in any way, shape, or form, being nice to the kiddies. It's not going to happen."

Ginny rose an eyebrow at him. "Oh, yes you are."

"No-"

"I swear to Circe that if you fuck this up, I will make life very hard for you. We need this. If case you haven't noticed, we've had two patients. Two. That's not good for us, Blaise. It's not good for us at all. We need this. I need this."

"Will you just calm down?" Blaise asked in a huff. "It's your first week. Seriously, did you expect to have the client base from St. Mungo's follow you over here? Give it some time! And this booth will help, but only if you do it! How about I show up for a few seconds, make sure everything is running smoothly, and then check back randomly through the night? You better take it because it's that or I don't show up at all."

She narrowed her eyes. "The costume thing is non-negotiable."

"I've got a costume idea, so leave off already." He rolled his eyes. ""Have you got an idea? I still think sexy nurse would do it, especially in a kissing booth." Blaise let out a wolf whistle.

"Shut it on the nurse thing. It's not happening." She had a look of embarrassment cross her face. "I hadn't really thought about my costume much. I suppose I'll need something cute for the kids, but something that'll be good for the night time as well." He opened his mouth to respond and she held up a hand. "No. I don't need your sodding help finding a costume. I'd like it to at least cover my arse, thank you."

He acted affronted. "I will have you know I have excellent fashion sense, and sexy nurse costumes cover the arse. How about a slave costume or a sexy angel or something? Maybe a sexy Auror?"

"Oh, now you're just being ridiculous. I'll find something. You worry about your own costume." She shook her head and turned, heading back to her office. "Nothing too scary," she called over her shoulder. "Don't want to scare the kids away. Your personality will that all by itself."

"Oh, up yours, Weasley. My costume is going to be just fine. You'll love it." As he walked out, he was closing her door, but quickly looked back in. "Sexy maid?"

She snorted.

"Sexy Bar Wench?"

She sighed.

"Sexy school girl?"

She drew her wand and pointed it at the door. "Get out!"


Summary: Blaise is a bad influence on Ginny, and he informs her of their new Halloween plans.