Disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belongs to J.K. Rowling. I do own Blaine, Blaire and family though.

A/N: From Blaire's perspective. Um, that's it I guess.

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I received an owl from my father at the end of my 6th year. It was an owl informing me that I would not be returning to Durmstrang next year. I would complete my Wizarding education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It wasn't exactly a disappointment, though I couldn't say I was pleased. Durmstrang had helped immensely with The Dark Arts, but the people there repulsed me.  Hogwarts was slightly familiar to me. My cousins both went there, along with most of the other children I'd grown up with, though all I ever heard from them was how horrid it was there. There were obviously no Dark Arts classes. 

So, I said goodbye to the people I'd met at Durmstrang, even though I would not miss them, and prepared myself for this new beginning. It would be great to finally get to spend more time with Blaise and Blaine, who were like sisters to me, and my parents would be able to attend the regular Death Eater meetings, because I know they were starting to worry about being excluded.

Now here I was, stepping into the Malfoy Mansion, a place that I had not been to in years. They were holding an apparent 'Welcome Back' party for my parents and I, although I knew it was just another excuse to have all the Death Eaters together without raising suspicion. I walked through the front door and handed my coat to one of the Malfoy servants. I greeted Narcissa, who I noticed looked more like a scared mouse then the last time I'd seem her, and then met eyes with Lucius. He smiled at me with what I suppose he thought was a charming smile, and I smiled back.

"Mr. Malfoy, how splendid of you to have this party here at the Mansion."

He laughed and put his hand on my shoulder, "Well now Blaire, you know you and your family are always welcomed here."

I noticed that his eyes were trailing down my body and my smile quickly turned into a smirk, "Yes, I'm sure."

His eyes gleamed and he removed his hand from my shoulder, "Enjoy yourself."

I began to walk away, only to be snatched up into a hug by Blaise. "Oh Blaire, it's marvelous to see you again!"

I smiled to myself and returned the hug, knowing it was probably the only genuine form of affection I'd receive all night. Then I noticed her looking around, and when she saw that no one was watching, she dragged me off into a corner.

"What was that dirty old bastard saying to you? Do you know what he did to Pansy Parkinson the other day? My goodness, he tried to make a move on her! Can you imagine?! He's so old! Well, we all know he sleeps with more women then even he can count but you'd think he'd know better! Why, Pansy's parents went off like lunatics! Of course, they couldn't say anything to Lucius but they cornered Narcissa. Said all sorts of things to her, told her she needed to control her husband. I think Pansy over-reacted myself. Lucius is always looking at us like that, but she is so attention-deprived. Gods knows Pansy isn't very pretty! I doubt if he meant anything by it..."

"Blaise, take a breath. Haven't you got anyone else to unload your gossip onto?"

She blushed, "I'm sorry. It's just that Blaine won't listen to me, she says I'm a silly tart—"

"You are."

She glared and then let out a laugh, "Oh come on, let's go sit down so I can tell you everything."

She pulled me over to a loveseat and we sat down.

"So, are you ready for this? Okay, here goes… I'm seeing someone."

"Oh. How nice." I glanced around the room, looking for someone who could possibly be up to Blaise's standards. "Malfoy?"

She snorted, "Gods no! Don't be silly… why, do you fancy him?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Not really. He's handsome though. In a pointy faced sort of way."

"I suppose. But you needn't bother telling him that, he already knows. Anyway, everyone and their mother have been with Draco, if you know what I mean."

"Mmm… so who is it then?"

"Oh, right. It's Malcolm."

"Baddock? I never saw that one. That's nice, Blaise. Do your parents know?"

"Yes, they're glad actually. At least now they won't have to arrange anything."

"Well, lucky you… with my luck I'll end up with one of Malfoy's goonies."

She started to giggle, and then stopped abruptly when she saw Malcolm approaching her. He looked at me and nodded, "Nice to see you again Blaire. Glad you'll finally be joining us."

"And you Malcolm."

He then turned to Blaise, and I saw his stiffness literally melt away.  "Blaise, care to dance?"

"I'd love to."

She glanced at me, looking quite proud, before she left, "I'll be back love. If you need anything, Blaine's around somewhere."

I sat watching her walk off, and felt quite happy. At least she wouldn't be married off to some rich prat who slept around behind her back. And just like that, Draco Malfoy appeared in front of me.

"You look quite stupid sitting here all alone. Dance with me."

If he hadn't of looked so fit, I most likely would have stomped on his foot. But my resolve melted far too quickly, and I followed him into the Ballroom.

"Malfoy?"

"What?"

"Why are you sleeping with everyone and their mother?"

He smirked, "Because soon enough I'll be stuck with Pansy. And to hell if I'll die saying she's the only girl I've ever shagged."

"So the arrangements are made for you and Pansy?"

"Unfortunately."

"Any word on me?"

He looked down at me, slightly shocked and confused, "You haven't been told?"

"Obviously not."

"Jesus, Blaire… You're-"

"Excuse me my boy, but could I cut in?" Draco was interrupted by my father, who had chosen the perfect time to steal me away.