Welcome to Kumshinda (To Win Her Back)!

This is the sequel to The Untouchables, and it's mainly going to center around Blaise Zabini and my OC, Rashida Mosi. I loved writing about their relationship in The Untouchables, and it seemed like a lot of readers liked reading about them, so they deserved their own fic.

As always, Queen Rowling owns it all except for the plot and my OC.

Hope you like!

Chapter 1: The Invitation

June 3, 2002, Verona, Italy

The sun was hanging high in the sky. And Blaise Zabini was already on his 4th shot.

He had been drinking since he got up, around 10AM. It had become a horrible routine as of recently, one that he desperately wanted to break. However, the week long drink-a-thon had only just begun.

And it had been happening around the same time every year. For the past five years.

He would drown himself in alcohol to kill the pain that he himself had bestowed five years ago, when he lost the woman that he had crowned his equal. The only woman that he still knew he could love.

It wasn't like Blaise couldn't very well just step out of him home and pick up a woman. That was another thing he drowned himself in as well. Meaningless and sometimes dangerous one night stands. Anything to forget her face for a few hours.

But she never really left him. She was like a disease, an addiction. He wanted her, needed her, would do whatever the bloody fuck she wanted just to be with her. But it wasn't to be so. He messed that up with the last letter he had sent her, sounding like an arrogant asshole. He knew he had fucked up when the letter was returned with only five words:

Never speak to me again.

He kept that letter for the longest, laid out on his dresser. His mother finally got tired of his moping about it and threw it out. He didn't weak to her for a whole two weeks for that move.

No one seemed to understand why he felt the way he did over the woman. Rashida had changed him. Genuinely changed him. Before she came along, he was a complete slag of a boy. He didn't care about anyone's feelings but his own. He used women for sex or anything else he wanted, and discarded them as if they were nothing. He had planned on doing exactly that to Rashida herself, as he and his friends, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley had made bets dealing with the girls that they were interested in. He had no idea that the girl that he had only planned to 'fuck and chuck' as the expression goes would show him how to be a better man. And he himself ruined it over hastiness and a misunderstanding.

He took another shot, allowing the concoction to slow burn down this throat. He rather feel the burn of the strongest firewhiskey he had than the constant reminder than Rashida was no longer in his life.

"Blaise, sweetheart," came the voice of his mother from his bedroom door. "You have a letter."

Blaise turned his head so quick, he hurt it. "Who's it from?" he asked in a hopeful.

Camilla shrugged. "It isn't from her if that's what you're wondering. It looks like an invitation."

Blaise sighed as once again, he had foolishly gotten his hopes up. "Whatever it's to, I'm not going." He said.

Camilla put her hands on her hips. "Oh yes the hell you are. I am tired of seeing you mope around here. You've been doing it for years boy, years! You're going to lose yourself now. And I'm not gonna pick you up."

"Ma, please...I don't care to-"

"Just open it up and see what it says, for Merlin's sake!" she insisted, thrusting the invitation into his chest.

Blaise groaned as he looked at the envelope. He ripped or open, despite its expensive appearance.

Inside was a letter and what looked like a wedding invitation. He put the invitation down and began to read the letter, which in an instant by the lettering he knew who it was from.

Dear Blaise,

If you haven't looked at the invitation yet, then I'm letting you know now that Ginny and I are getting married. And you are to be my best man.

I don't want to hear shit about you not wanting to. You forget that you promised me in the summer of 1988 at whatever number wedding your mum was having that you would be that man, so you do not have a choice.

I expect you at the manor no later than 24 hours after you get this. And believe me, I'll know when you have gotten it.

As your best mate, I feel that I. have to inform you that Rashida Mosi is one of Ginny's bridesmaids, so I implore you to please try and get along while you two are in the same room. We've already had this conversation with her, and she agrees.

I expect to see you soon. If you're not here in 24 hours, I'm going to come and kick your fucking ass.

Or I'll send Ginny to do it for me. She's better at it.

Draco

P.S: Bring clothes because you'll be staying at the manor until the wedding.

Blaise read the letter over about five more times before he put it down. So she was going to be a part of the wedding too? And she agreed to get along with him? This was going to be great! Maybe they could work on each other. Maybe they could get back together after she seen how much he still was in love with her.

He hopped up immediately and began packing his clothes. Camilla watched in amusement as her son ran around his room, throwing this and that into his old Hogwarts trunk.

Once he finished packing up, he took a long shower and spruced himself up. Then, he looked through his wardrobe and picked out an outfit that he knew would bring any witch to her knees to see him in, in his mind.

Once he was fully put together, he took a look into his huge floor length mirror. 'I look so good, I would fuck myself.' he thought as he looked upon his clean shaven face, his snug dark blue shirt that made the midnight blue in his eyes pop, his designer muggle jeans, and his never been worn since he got them two years ago dragonhide shoes.

"You're sin, Zabini." he said to his mirrored self. "Pure sin."

He was about to head out his room door to bid his mother farewell, when he looked over at his dresser. There, he had the gag gift that Rashida had given him for Valentine's Day five years ago: the crown and scepter. He thought it would be a great thing to reminisce over, so he wrapped it up nicely in a shirt he didn't much care for and put it in his trunk.

He quickly went down and hugged his mother goodbye. And with a crack, he had left Italy behind.

When he opened his eyes (apparition had always freaked him out), he was in front of Malfoy Manor. It hadn't changed at all. It was still an almost sinister but exquisite building surrounded by beautiful gardens with all white peacocks walking around looking majestic. He got through the gate and knocked on the door.

The door opened to reveal Draco Malfoy, smirking his trademark smirk at him.

"An hour and forty six minutes," he said. "I owe the masses a few galleons."

"You tossers bet against me?" asked Blaise.

"Well, Gin, Potter, and Pansy thought you wouldn't show, and Weasley and Rashida gave you to exactly the 24 hour mark. I was the only one that had the confidence in you that you would rush your sorry ass over as soon as you got it."

"So you really did have a charm on the letter?"

"I'm always true to my word. Come on in, everyone's waiting in the parlor." said Draco, shaking Blaise's hand and letting him in. Her followed Draco through his grand entryway and into one of the nearby parlors.

"Look what I found roaming around the yard." said Draco, patting Blaise on the shoulder. Suddenly Blaise was bum rushed by his excited friends, one of which was pregnant.

"Pansy, you look wonderful." he said, hugging the woman and gently rubbing her belly.

"Keep lying like Harry does," she said crossly. "I know I look ghastly."

"Oh...umm okay then..."

"Ignore her." said Harry, giving Blaise a handshake. "She isn't even that far along and already she is complaining worse than when she did with James and Madison."

Harry and Pansy had gotten married first out of the group. They married shortly after graduation, and discovered Pansy's pregnancy with James soon after. Blaise had missed the wedding, as well as the births of James Sirius and two years later, Madison Lily.

"You're one to talk, Potter." scoffed Pansy. "You don't have to grow a niffler sized human inside of you and them push it out of a Life Saver!"

"You're the one that wanted a huge family!"

"And you didn't?!"

"That's not what I said!"

"And they said Ron and I were the bickering ones," laughed Hermione Granger as she gave Blaise a friendly hug. "How are you?"

"Seems I missed a lot." said Blaise, looking at Pansy bicker, then make up in less than a few seconds.

"A wedding and two births actually." said Ron Weasley as he shook Blaise's hand.

"I didn't miss-"

But Ron started squeezing Blaise's hand very tightly and giving him a look of warning, indicating that he needed him to shut his mouth immediately. Blaise got the message.

"Ah, well. Good to see the both of you." he said quickly. Hermione have him a suspicious look, but left to attend to Ginny.

"The hell was that all about?" Blaise whispered to Ron.

"Don't say anything about marriage to Hermione. I wanted to wait until all this with Gin and Malfoy was done before I mentioned it to her." warned Ron.

"I'm actually shocked that Harry and Pansy got married before you and Hermione did." said Blaise.

"Well, Hermione isn't one to rush, plus I wanted to make sure I had the money for the ring and wedding she deserved, and now I do." said Ron, proudly.

Blaise rolled his eyes. If Hermione was the same girl he remembered from Hogwarts, she wouldn't have cared if the ring was one of those muggle ring candies. She would have gotten married in a burlap sack under a tree. However, he knew that Ron always wanted the best for her. So he applauded him saving up for her.

He was about to say all of this to Ron when someone else heading towards him caught his eye. As soon as he saw her, it was like his mind went back to the days spent at his home during the holidays and Hogwarts, and every single emotion he had ever had for her flooded back.

There was Rashida, only she looked a bit different. Age did nothing for her face, as it still looked the same; caramel colored, unblemished, with not a wrinkle in sight. It was her hair that wasn't the same. Her dreads were much shorter and thicker than they were in school, and they were a deep purple. She also had a few more tattoos.

Ron looked back and slowly moved out of the way. Rashida walked right up to Blaise and smiled a surprisingly big smile.

"Zabini.' she said, her voice a bit more matured.

Blaise didn't say anything. His mouth wouldn't move. He had inhaled and still smelled that familiar smell of the oils she used in her hair, and the lotion she used on her delectably soft skin, and had found himself tongue tied.

Rashida smirked. "Oh you're speechless now? I remember a time where you wouldn't shut up." she joked, trying to break the ice.

Blaise couldn't help but smirk back. "So you haven't changed. You're still a smart-ass." he said.

"Guess that's my nature." she replied, holding out her hand.

Blaise's smirk fell. Really? He was reduced to a fucking handshake? He knew the breakup was hell and the aftermath was rocky, but it had been five years! And all she wanted was a simple handshake?

Blaise refused to hold out his hand. "Ummm, I was wondering, could we go and talk somewhere? It's so much I have to say to you."

Rashida started to look uncomfortable. "Blaise...I don't really think that's a good idea right now."

"And why not? Draco and the others won't mind. They'll understand."

"I know they won't, but..."

Before Rashida could come up with a reason, another familiar face walked up to Blaise and Rashida, looking cheerful.

"Blaise Zabini? Wow, I haven't seen you since Hogwarts. How ya been, mate?"

Blaise eyed the man whom he barely talked to outside of a Quidditch insult once in a while in school. "Ummm I've been good, Dean. Pretty good. And you?"

"Oh I couldn't be better! Getting married myself soon!" said Dean Thomas proudly.

Rashida bit her lip.

"That's...great. Seems like everyone is getting married around here." said Blaise, faking enthusiasm. "So, who's the lucky witch?"

Dean looked confused. "Rashida, he doesn't know?"

"Doesn't know what?"

"You're looking at her," said Dean, putting a prideful arm around Rashida's shoulders. "We're getting married in August!"