Blaise Zambini growled in frustration. Justin Finch-Fletchly, his Justin, was dating that insufferable Seamus Finnigan. It just wasn't fair, but Blaise recomposed his cold exterior, his mask. As if he would let anyone know how agitated he was at the Hufflepuff's choice of a boyfriend. Which, by all means, should be him. Unfortunately, Draco noticed.
"What's got your knickers in a twist?"
"Nothing to twist yours about," came Blaise's cool response. Draco scoffed.
"So it has nothing to do with Fletchly and the Gryffindor Man Whore about to throw blows?"
"I have no idea what your talking about," Blaise stated. though gave himself away by watching intently. The shouting match was turning violent, and Blaise doubted his resistance to stop himself from sporking the Gryffindor. Sporking? Sporking. So he rose from his seat and exited the Great Hall.
Blaise's pace quickened as he saw the Transfigurations class room in sight. Once there, Blaise sat in his usual seat, right behind where Justin normally sat. He then pulled out a sketch book and pencil. Blaise loved to draw and was, by his and many other Slytherin's standards, pretty damn good. Blaise became so engrossed in his sketch (of him and Justin) that he was startled when the class room door slammed shut.
Just as he went to move his sketch book, Blaise noticed a rather disheveled Justin Finch-Fletchly, leaning against the door, crying with blood on his knuckles. Blaise quickly looked down, as if in disinterest, when he was really fighting the urge to comfort the Hufflepuff.
Blaise could hear everything. The ragged, heavy breathing, the ping of drops of blood and tears falling to the floor, the quite sniffle as Justin tried to contain himself. Blaise couldn't take it! He stood. Justin looked terrified, in fear that Blaise might hit him. The Slytherin took Justin's wrist, gentle yet firm, and lead him to the desk where he had been sitting at. When both sat down, Blaise took put his wand. Justin moved to pull away, but Blaise's grip healed as he healed the other boy's knuckles. The young Hufflepuff was then pulled into a warm hug and given a kiss on the cheek before the Slytherin boy moved to the other side of the room.
Through out class, Justin kept looking at Blaise, making it very hard for him to concentrate. When class was over, Blaise was the first out the door.
Blaise slumped into the sofa in the green and silver common room. He had skipped all classes he had with Hufflepuff for the rest of the day What had he done?! What was he thinking?! Was he thinking?! What if Justin was still going out with that pig headed sad excuse for a Hogwarts student?
Justin slumped in the stiff arm chair, looking at his knuckles. What had happened with Blaise? He hadn't seen it coming. But Blaise Zambini's intentions couldn't be distinguished. Sure, Justin had had a crush on him since second year, but Blaise was always so gaurded, Justin didn't know what to expect. Plus all the drama with Seamus. They'd been dating for a month, and Seamus accused Justin of sleeping around with other guys. That was utter bull, and the argument was turned into a fist fight. The had both broken up and had detention tomarrow enening. What had he seen in Seamus? He was the one sleeping around, and with women no less. At least Justin had broken his arm, and hopefully a bit of his ego.
Justin's gaze swept across the yellow and black common room. almost every one was in bed, leaving Justin to wallow in his 'misery'. it wasn't so much as misery as it was confusion at Blaise's actions. And relief to being over with Seamus. Justin sighed. If he was about to endure tireless nights of confusion, he might as well do it somewhere comfy.
