Chapter 1

Blaise Zabini stood in his bedroom at Zabini Manor a confused expression marked his golden countenance. One half him was so euphoric he didn't know what to do. The other half was completely bemused. Blaise ran a hand through his curly black hair before his indigo eyes scanned the Hogwarts letter again. When he was interrupted by his mother's tuneful voice

"Blaise, il mio amore. Draco è qui," Sofia Zabini chirped happily. The blonde boy was very much like her own son and was welcome to their manor any time.

"Grazie, mamma," Blaise said. "Malfoy, you haven't visited all summer. Things with Ginny must be going well. What are you doing here?"

"Now, Is that any way to greet your best friend?" Draco asked, pushing the hair out his grey eyes and sitting down on the bed. "Especially when he's just done you a favor." Draco smirked.

"What favor?"

"Oi, you're letter. I turned down head boy on purpose, just a few minutes ago. That's why I've come." The blonde lied back on the bed his muscular body from all the years of quidditch stretched out, his weight resting on his elbows. "I figured making you grovel at my feet would be a bit cold hearted."

"You've turned soft, Malfoy. Besides, I would never grovel. I would just spend every waking moment in your common room," the slender Italian spat back.

Draco knew all about Blaise's obsession with Hermione. Blaise was a quiet bloke who kept to himself for the most part, always choosing to blend into his surroundings, but Draco always noticed the way Blaise watched Hermione. There was very little the two men didn't know about each other. Raised together as children, then becoming lovers as teenagers until Draco fell head over feet in love with Ginny Weasley. Of course, Draco had only speculated that Blaise had a crush on Hermione. It wasn't until one night back in fifth year when Blaise in the throws of ecstasy and passion called out Hermiones' name as he spilled his seed in his arse was Dracos' conjecture was confirmed. Draco didn't mind though he still teases Blaise about that night, but he was pulled from his reminiscence when he saw Blaise eyeing him suspiciously.

"Why did you give up the position of head boy?" Blaise asked softly.

"Because I've decided that your needs are greater than mine." Draco said, placing his hands together, looking holier than thou. "Merlin, maybe I have softened a little. I'm turning into you, Zabini." He scoffed, smirking.

"This is your chance, Zabini. With Granger, I mean."

"Malfoy, è magnifico serpente!" Blaise said, so gleeful he could only speak his native language. "Thank you."

Hermione and Blaise had become acquaintances during fourth year when they were paired in potions and formed a friendship when they were in the slug club together. Still, Blaise did not have the nerve to tell her of his affections. Now while he had his chance. Term would begin in two short weeks which gave him time to think of a way to woo Hermione.

"Anyways," Draco said, walking toward Blaise. "Ginny is over at The Burrow with Hermione. Apparently, Hermione said your name in her sleep a few nights ago. That's when I decided to give up the position."

Blaises' full lips curved into a smile so wide that showed all his perfect white teeth.

"Merlin, Zabini. I've see you show more emotion today than I have since I've known." Malfoy smirked, walking over to the bed to grab his cloak.

"Draco, thank you. I can't thank you enough."

"Just don't fuck this up." Malfoy winked at him. "Oh, by the way. Mother wants to throw a party for you. Getting Head Boy and all. Your mum is with her now." With that Draco walked out of the room to the floo.

Translations courtesy of Google Translate:

Blaise, il mio amore. Draco è qui = Blaise, my love. Draco is here.

Grazie, mamma = Thank you, Mama

Malfoy, è magnifico serpente! = Malfoy, you magnificent snake!