Hi!
So, this is a version of my original story "A good girl" (it's in my fictionpress account). For this story Blaise Zabini is a young boy, son of Allegra Zabini (I couldn't find her cannon name, so I just chose one). They lived in Italy until Blaise's dad died, then moved to England (I know Italian Zabini is not cannon, but it's a major part of his fanfiction characterization, and I wanted to use Italian endearments).
First part is in his POV, second in his mother's. It will be a bit disturbing, just warning you in case you'd rather not read it.
Hope you enjoy it!
POV: Little Blaise Zabini
He looks at me and can barely disguise the hunger in his greedy little eyes. I do not know what Mother sees in this swine.
But I grit my teeth and smile, because I'm supposed to think good thoughts, be a good boy. And thinking he is ugly, and stupid, that is not a nice thought.
So I don't think that. I just stand there, quietly, thinking about how he is an acceptable husband for Mother.
Even though he is not.
But that's not important, what's important is that I'm thinking good thoughts and being a good boy and behaving. Mother doesn't like it when I misbehave.
I'm a good boy, I promise. I don't shout, I don't run indoors, I don't let my robes get dirty and I do as my tutors say. They all say I'm a polite, little gentleman. They say I'm a delight to teach, such a bright young boy. Mother always nods and smiles, a tight little smile that's never for them, even if they sometimes smile back.
So I nod as he says his name, slip my hand into Mother's, whisper "mia bella madre" as I rest my head against her hip and stare at him in silence. Mother said you should be silent if you have nothing nice to say. And good boys do as their mothers say.
They all end up leaving, one way or another, even if I'm a good boy, but that's not my fault. I'm always nice to them, I promise.
Even if they are not good enough for Mother.
None of them are, you know. Mother, she is perfect. The most graceful witch to ever grace the earth. Donna bellissima doesn't do her justice, fata still falls short of her beauty, she is wise and witty and just perfect.
How can they even think they could measure up to her?
So I don't let them try.
.
That's still being a good boy, isn't it?
Of course it is. I'm following the rules.
It's them, they are the ones trying to be someone they are not.
Only they don't get timeout and their toys taken away, but that's because Mother always forgets.
It doesn't matter, though, because I remember for her.
Even if she sometimes tries to find the one that will be good enough to keep her company. But that's all-right, because as long as she has me by her side she will never lack a companion. She told me so herself.
So I keep the unworthy ones away from her.
I'm a good boy, I promise.
Even if sometimes Mother thinks I'm not, but that's because she doesn't remember that they are not good enough. That they don't deserve to be with her. She becomes sad, sometimes, until she remembers that she still has me, will always have me.
She doesn't need them.
She always remembers I'm her figlio perfetto in the end, though, and even if they leave she stays with me.
Of course she does.
I'm a good son. She's my mother.
He is acceptable, I guess. He looks nice, all polished and dark robes and a shiny smile, but they always look nice, and they never are.
.
He smiles at me, and from my mother's side I smile back. He doesn't know how to smile right, his smile is tight in all the wrong places, fake and shiny and wrong. I don't like him. I can already tell he's not worthy of breathing the same air Mother does.
But that's ok, because I only have to wait until he proves himself unworthy, and then it'll be bye-bye again.
And it'll be just Mother and me. As it's supposed to be.
Translations are probably not spot on, since I don't actually speak Italian, but here it goes:
Mia bella madre = my beautiful mother
Donna bellissima = beautiful woman
Fata = siren, vamp, femme fatale, fairy
Figlio perfetto = perfect son
R&R?