A/N: So, the argument that happens in the beginning of the story, is based on a true argument...but I'm guessing that it didn't happen exactly like this!...You know what I'm talking about B and M. : / B, I wish you'd do what Blaise did...but I understand... :(

Blaise Zabini glared at his Mother from across the large living area.

"Mother, none of them are going to get pregnant."

"You watch!" She hissed, glaring back at him from between narrowed eyes, "You four are going to do drugs and those two girls are going to end up pregnant!"

"Really Mother?" Blaise smirked coolly, "I wasn't aware that doing drugs could get you pregnant."

She ignored that comment preferring to continue shouting at her only son.

"You four are forming a clique, you do know what that is, don't you?" She asked snidely.

"Yes Mother."

"You need to distance yourself from them-"

"WHAT?!"

Mrs. Zabini ignored the interruption, and continued talking, "-That's what I did with Molly and Jim before they moved, and if you are anything like me, that's what you are going to do now."

"Yeah, well, I'm not anything like you, thank god for that."

She ignored that too. "Luna Lovegood is moving to America, Draco and Ginevra are going back to school--"

"Yeah! The same school I'm going to! Why should I distance myself from them if I'm going to see them everyday?"

She glared at him coolly, "It just so happens, that you are not going back to that school, you, are going to that other school."

"That other school." He repeated stunned. "You don't even know the name of 'that other school' you're sending your only son to."

"And?" She turned around, thinking that the conversation she so eloquently ended with 'and' was over, and started to walk out, brushing past a large silk covered sofa in the process.

"I'm sorry Mother, I really am."

Mrs. Zabini turned around just in time for her to see her son raise his wand.

"STUPEFY MAXIMUM"

His Mother fell to the floor with a dull thud, and he came to stand other her.

She'd be there for exactly forty-eight hours, just long enough for him to slip away.

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Blaise ran up to his room as fast as his legs where able, not stopping as he ran passed curious house-elfs, not stopping for shouting paintings. He didn't stop until he reached the comfort of his green and silver sanctuary, and was alone. After he had rested for a few moments, he started throwing everything his fingers touched into his open trunk, which he had never unpacked after he came back for the Summer holidays two weeks ago. He picked up pictures, clothes, shampoos, hair brushes, shoes, furniture.

Everything in his room made it into the trunk, nothing was safe from his hands, if it was too big, he shrunk it. He packed everything except for his special backpack. When he was done, he charmed his trunk to be feather-light and put it in the front pocket of the backpack. Then, taking one more look around the empty room, he ran to the kitchen, backpack flying out behind him like a streamer.

When he got the the kitchen, he ran to the industrial-sized refrigerator and emptied the entire thing into his magically bottomless and weightless backpack. When he was done, he went back into the living-room where he stepped over his Mother, and ran to the painting on the far side of the room. He took it down carefully, and entered the combination 1492. While they had a Gringotts account, his Mother liked to keep some galleons in the house for emergencies.

'Well.' He thought, 'This is an emergency-' and emptied the entire safe into the bag, along with the food and his trunk.

He walked over to the fireplace and grabbed a hand full, then put the cap on the magically refilling floo powder container and added it to his luggage as well. Then, he stepped into the fireless-fireplace, dropped the hand full of powder around him, and shouted a name.

"MALFOY MANNOR" And he was swept away in a whirl of green flames and soot.

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A/N: I hoped you liked it! :) I liked writing it! ...Review please! And I'll love you forever!!