A/N: With the release of the sixth book, I've decided not to write a fanfic dedicated to Blaise Zabini. I've always pictured him to look like Mikey Way of My Chemical Romance, but now that we know what he really looks like, I've decided not to write a fanfic for him. But he will always be Draco's pal in my writing, because JKR did not develop his personality enough to distort my view of his character. Metrosexual-Blaise shall live on!

PS: I've decided this fic will be post-Hogwarts (and so will the rest of my fics, I imagine), because apparently no one is coming back to Hogwarts for seventh-year.

Disclaimer: I own no part of the following shitty writing except for the plot. Besides that, it all belongs to JKR.

"Thanks for meeting me, guys," said a very distraught Draco Malfoy, who was sitting behind a cup of tea in a pitiful mess of self-pity. His face was red and puffy, undoubtedly from crying; he was unshaven, wearing mismatched pajamas, and his usually perfectly-styled hair was unkempt.

"No problem, dollface," said Blaise Zabini, patting his friend's clammy hand. "Blaise-y and Theo-y will make it all better. Don't you worry."

Theodore Nott, who was sitting next to Blaise in the tiny booth at Amelia's, a tiny cafe in Diagon Alley, nodded in agreement. "What's wrong, mate?" he asked.

"Pansy," Draco spat.

Theo and Blaise exchanged worried looks.

"You mean..?" Theo ventured.

"Mhm." Draco's face was now hidden in his arms.

"Oh, Draco," said Blaise, "I'm so sorry. It was a great thing while it lasted, but she was not right for you."

"That's right. She was much too pompous for you, Draco. Coupled, you would never be able to live with so much of that. It's a good thing she's gone," Theo consoled.

Draco was about to respond, when the waitress had come to their table.

"Drinks?" the short blonde asked.

"Same thing he's got," Theo said, gesturing toward Draco. The girl nodded and looked at Blaise.

"Decaf with tartar sauce," said Blaise. The waitress stared at him for a moment and then left. Evidently, he did not realize how strange this was and continued to converse with Draco as if nothing had happened.

"Anyway, guys, Pansy seems to be ignoring all of my attempts at contacting her. She won't respond to my letters, if she even reads them," Draco explained miserably. He had started to cry again, but Blaise quickly wiped up his tears with the sleeve of his Hogwarts hoody. "She won't let me make any sort of contact with her, and what's worse--I think she's got a new guy."

"What an evil bitch," Theo croaked, with particular emphasis on 'bitch'.

"Way to state the obvious, Mr. Insensitivity," said Blaise, looking back at the man over his shoulder, as he had climbed onto the table to stop Draco's tears from falling.

Theo frowned. "Draco, we'll kill that other guy for you. Kill him to death!" he exclaimed rather loudly. He had attracted the attention of several people at neighboring tables, but paid no mind to them, and plotted aloud the death of Pansy Parkinson's new boyfriend. In the middle of Theo's loud plot to boil him in oil, toes and fingers first, Blaise had gotten off the table and sat down. It appeared that Draco had managed to stop crying.

After a moment, the waitress had come back with their drinks. She set them on the table carefully and walked away, seeming to go unnoticed by the three men.

"No need, Theo," Draco said quietly, raising his teacup and taking a sip, "I don't want you to kill anybody. I just don't want to go home and not find her there waiting for me. I miss having someone there that wants me...someone that misses me even when I'm gone for just a second...someone that needs me. Clearly, she does not need me."

Theo patted Draco's arm, which Draco seemed to be using as a handkerchief. "Don't worry, mate, Pansy doesn't know what she's missing. You're a wealthy, attractive, funny, powerful guy. There are women just dying to be with you..and among them, I am sure there are great finds, Draco! There was nothing special about Pansy."

"Except the heart-shaped freckle on her right... you know. She tattooed my name on one side of it and her name on the other," said Draco. He looked as if he was going to start crying again.

"Draco, there's hardly anything special about a heart-shaped freckle and a tattoo," said Blaise. "She had no striking qualities about her except for beauty, and she wasn't that pretty."

"She loved me. Was that striking?"

"No. Everybody loves you," Theo said matter-of-factly.

Draco gave a faint sign of a smile. "Oh.. yes, that's right." He breathed a sigh of relief. "I forgot."

Blaise and Theo laughed. "Of course, silly," said Blaise.