A/N: I actually wrote this when I was mad because my mom was being a poop about me having to go see her boyfriend (*gag*... this also happens a lot so I don't remember exactly when I wrote this, maybe a month ago?) Anyway, I guess I felt like Blaise would understand me so I tried to get into his head for a while.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Or Blaise Zabini. Or Draco Malfoy. JKR's one lucky lady.
"Blaise! Come one, sweetie, we're waiting!" His mother's voice floated upstairs from the entryway.
Blaise didn't answer his mother for the third time, packing a duffel bag, and she finally came up to see what was keeping him.
"Blaise, why aren't you wearing the Holyhead Harpies shirt Steve bought you?" His mother asked, earnestly curious.
Blaise's face showed a look of disgust at the name of his mother's new husband.
"Because, Mother, first of all, it's a girls' team." Blaise sneered at the thought of girls trying to play Quidditch by themselves. The Slytherin team had done fine without any girls his whole time at Hogwarts. "And second of all, I'm not going."
Blaise's Mother looked flabbergasted at first, but regained composure. "But Blaise, I asked if you wanted to go."
"No, Mother," Blaise stressed the title, then continued. "You asked if I wanted to go to the match or go shopping."
"You want to go shopping?" Again, she was stunned. "I could ask you father and your sisters, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind the change of plans."
Blaise sighed. "Mother, I don't want to do either of those things if it's with them. I said I didn't care because I'd rather not do either." Blaise pulled the zipper on the duffel bag shut, obviously done filling it. "And I'm not. I'm going to Draco's."
His mother's face was perfectly still, eyes wide and mouth half-open, as Blaise walked out of the room.
"Oh, and Mother?" Blaise asked saccharinely, sticking his head back in the doorway. She looked up with eager eyes, hoping he would say he was joking and go back to being her perfect son. But her hope was dashed when he finished, with a wicked smirk. "He's not my father."
Blaise casually walked out, leaving his dumbstruck and heartbroken mother in his room.
Blaise needs love. So does this green button down here.