Slytherin Wars

Disclaimer: *checks herself in the mirror* Oh. My. God. I'm not J.K. Rowling? *sobs in the corner*

Author's Notes: Hello my lovelies! I decided to revise and revive Slytherin Wars! Yay! I may tweak and add a few things here and there.

Chapter I

His eyes moved involuntarily to the Gryffindor table. He scowled and snapped it shut before his gaze landed on a particular bushy-haired witch. He sighed and returned to his breakfast. As he absentmindedly pushed his fried tomatoes around his plate, his eyes started to linger to the Gryffindor table again. He gritted his teeth, cursed and pushed his plate away from him, suddenly queasy.

"Draco." Pansy simpered beside him. Draco winced and tried to unclench her hand that was firmly attached on his arm. "Are you not hungry love? I'll feed you if you like. Say aaaaahhh."

"For Merlin's sake Parkinson," Draco darted away from the kippers she was trying to put in his mouth. He hated kippers. "Get that foul stuff away from me."

Pansy huffed and crossed her arms. "Why are you always looking at the Gryffindor table Draco?"

He tried not to look surprised. He tried really hard but he was in the middle of drinking pumpkin juice when Pansy said that and he promptly spewed it all over the face of the unfortunate Slytherin sitting across him.

"You're delusional Parkinson." Draco dabbed his lips with napkin and tried not to look embarrassed. But like when he was trying not to look surprised, he failed.

"Are you blushing?" Pansy exclaimed indignantly.

"Shut up if you know what's good for you, you insufferable-"

His angry outburst was cut short when Blaise Zabini arrived. He sat down beside Draco, grabbed a plate, and started eating. Draco and Pansy stared at him as if he's grown an extra head.

"What?" Blaise demanded.

"No rants today Head Boy?" Pansy tilted her head and regarded Blaise with amused eyes.

"What the hell are you talking about."

"You know, rants about the Mudblood Head Girl." Pansy smirked and glanced at the Gryffindor table where Hermione Granger was seated.

Blaise winced and mumbled something.

"What?"

"I said, don't call her that." Blaise bit out.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Don't call her what? Mudblood?" He smirked when he saw Blaise's hand tighten on his fork. "Didn't you usually call her that? Along with beaver, wide-mouthed toad, girl who will never get laid, girl with a stick up her arse-"

Blaise suddenly stood up, knocking over the goblet of pumpkin juice on the lap of the really unfortunate Slytherin that Draco spewed pumpkin juice moments before.

"I need to go. I'm late for Arithmancy."

And with that, he stalked off, never looking back at the suspicious face of Draco and the bewildered face of Pansy."

"Oh my effing hinkypunk, Blaise fancies the Mudblood!" Pansy laughed and smacked the table with her hand.

"What?" Draco hissed.

"Are you stupid?" Pansy wiped the tears of mirth that escaped her eyes. "It's painfully obvious. He fancies Granger as much as Goyle fancies blueberry muffins!"

"You're delusional." Draco scoffed. "Blaise would never lower himself to filth like that."

Pansy smirked and tapped her lower lip. "Maybe Blaise already did."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"There's still an hour left before Arithmancy-"

"What are you, his time keeper-"

"And Granger left the moment he did." Pansy triumphantly said. Draco's mouth snapped shut and he glanced at the other table. He only spotted the Immortal Wonder Boy and his retarded sidekick.

"Maybe they're snogging in some broom closet right now." Pansy laughed again.

Pansy ranted some more about the humor of Blaise possibly fancying the Head Girl but Draco wasn't listening. He was busy trying to tell himself he doesn't care and wondering why he has to convince himself he doesn't care.

He was buggered.

Blaise spent the next few days staring into space and smiling at odd moments.

"Did you ask him?" Pansy sat beside him on the couch one night, instantly latching her claws on his arm.

"Ask who what." He pried her vice-like grip and she scowled at him but scooted closer.

"Can you stop attaching yourself to me Parkinson?" Draco angrily said.

Pansy pouted but didn't scoot away. "Blaise and his unhealthy fetish for the Mudblood."

Draco scoffed and crossed his arms. He fixed his eyes on the fireplace and imagined throwing Blaise's decapitated head on the roaring flames. He flinched slightly at the morbidity of the thought. "No, why would I care anyway?"

"Don't you?"

Despite what he's been telling Pansy, he was dead curious at what's going on with Blaise. So, one evening he had nothing better to do, he decided to follow Blaise.

"This is ridiculous." He thought as he darted behind a suite of armor to try to avoid a horde of Hufflepuffs.

After a few more darting behind suites of armor, hiding behind tapestries and rolling under statues, he finally had an inkling as to where his fellow Slytherin was headed.

"The library?" Draco thought disbelievingly. He didn't even know Blaise knew where the library was.

Blaise opened the double doors and walked inside. Draco caught the doors before it shut and followed. He moved like a cat as he weaved between chairs and hid behind bookshelves. Just as he was starting to feel like a deranged stalker and that Blaise was just in the library to read books like a normal student, he halted on the table at the very back. He peered from behind the Magical Creatures' section and saw a tower of books on the table. The books were parted and a bushy-haired girl emerged from the stacks.

"Sorry I'm late." He heard Blaise say.

Granger smiled and motioned Blaise to sit beside her. "It's okay. Shall we start?"

Draco caught Blaise''s blushing face and he saw red. He marched out of the library, furious with reasons he can't comprehend.

Or maybe with reasons he doesn't want to admit.

"Dammit!"

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