AN- I got a scene in my head and I couldn't get it out, so I wrote this fic. It's still in the process, so I'll post parts after I've edited them. Just so you know, a lot of this is based on real events. No, my life is not movie-star romantic, but it has it's screen-worthy moments, and I've worked a bunch of them into this. Try and guess if you think you can tell which parts are true. I'll let you know in the next post if you were right or not. Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think, k?
Blaise Zambini leaned against the wall of the common room, watching the argument unfolding in the center of the dank and chilly stone floor, a smirk on her face. Pansy was breaking up with Draco again. And once again, Draco was not reacting to Pansy's liking. Mostly because he was refusing to acknowledge the fact that they were together in the first place. "Geez," she thought, "You'd think she'd get the hint by now."
Every year for the past three years Pansy had been breaking up with Draco, and every time she did Draco insisted that they were never an item, had never been an item, and never will be an item because frankly, and Blaise was quoting him on this one, "You are an immature prat of a woman, who I would never even considering going with, so get it through your thick skull!"
After a long and drawn out shouting match, Pansy retreated into the bedroom, where she would stay for the rest of the night, being comforted by the rest of the girls, while Draco sat in the common room with his minion Crabbe and Goyle, complaining about Pansy and her psychotic obsession with him. It happened in the beginning of every year, and Blaise loved it.
She loved seeing Pansy as the one in tears for a change, instead of the countless younger Slytherins she terrorized, and she loved seeing Draco lose his cool. It only ever happened once every year, and she relished it.
Now understand, Draco was her friend. They had been since first year, when she'd smacked Pansy for stealing her dress robe, and Draco had come up to her later that day and thanked her for finally putting Pansy in her face. She had remained his friend, keeping him humble, as well as Pansy, but not so that he hated her. Actually, they'd gotten to be even closer over the summer, because they'd both gone to the same wizarding resort on break. The rest of the visitors were people their parent's age and older, so they'd ended up spending a lot of time together. He'd made her laugh with his impersonation of Snape, and she'd made him crack up at a dinner ball by spiking the dragon punch with Truth Serum.
Later they'd snuck out with some bottles of Firewater and gotten completely smashed and ended up snogging in the garden, waking up the next morning with the house elves hovering over them in distress, covered in dew and wincing with raging hangovers made all the worse by the incessant squeaking of the concerned elves. They'd agreed not to talk about it ever again, but she knew he remembered because every time one of the Slytherins announced that they had snuck in some sort of drink, he'd look up and smirk at her, watching as she blushed and smirked back at him. It was the kind of thing friends did, and so she knew he was her friend.
As she watched the familiar drama unfold, she noticed a new wrinkle in the old dialogue. Draco was truly upset. He wasn't just annoyed that Pansy had once again deluded herself into thinking he was her boyfriend, he was genuinely mad. So mad, in fact, that his ears were turning red, a rare sight reserved for the infamous Malfoy temper. Pansy noticed it too, and so she had left for her pity party earlier than usual. He now sat in front of the fire, ears still a delicate pink. Crabbe, always the socially dumber one, said something along the lines of "You look mad." And Draco responded with a quick Donkey Ears hex. Goyle and the newly Burro-eared Crabbe left for the Hospital Wing, and the room was cleared as quickly as if someone had hollered "Headmaster."
Blaise and Draco were left in the commons, and he sat staring at the flames, not noticing her presence until she sat down next to him. Leaning back on the cushions, she casually said, "As much as that improved his looks, I don't think Crabbe deserved that. What's up?" He glanced up at her, his eyes holding in an anger she was used to, but she caught a hint of something else. He didn't answer at first, but she waited him out, and he gave in under her piercing green gaze. "I don't need him to tell me how I feel," he snapped. She just crossed her arms, a delicate eyebrow arched in disbelief. "Draco, we both know he's the most blatantly obvious person in the school. He was just being himself. You however, are not. So what's wrong?" He sighed. "Always know how to get it out of me, don't you? Fine, I give up. I'm tired of Pansy and her sick little charade, but a part of me is upset. I mean, we're in sixth year, and I have yet to have a girlfriend. Something's wrong."
While anyone else would've been shocked at the strikingly human outburst, Blaise was unfazed. She knew he was deeply normal underneath the cold exterior, and was used to the odd flash of teenage-angsty melodrama Draco could reveal. "Well, go get one." He looked up at her. "Oh, it's that easy, is it?" She shrugged, "Yeah. You walk up to some girl and ask her out. If she says yes, you've got a date, if she says no you ask someone else. It's simple."
"No it's not that simple!" he said angrily, "Because every single one I ask will say yes because I'm Malfoy, not because they have any type of liking for me. I want a girlfriend, not my mother in teenage form, Blaise." She leaned further into the couch, her head resting on the back, looking at him through her bottom lashes. "So ask someone you know." He snorted, and she quickly corrected the thought she knew had run through his head, "NOT Pansy. You don't deserve her. No one deserves her!" He looked sideways at her. "So who's left?"
She waved her hand through the air in a general gesture. "Oh, I don't know. Think of someone." He sat up and leaned towards her, a malicious smile on his face, "No, you think of someone." She stared at him, slightly annoyed by his immature little challenge. "You're the one that needs a girl, not me. You choose." He scooted closer, poking a finger at her. "You can't think of anyone, can you?" She swatted his hand away. "Fine, I can't!" He leaned even closer, his finger waving in her face as he crowed at her, "Ah hah! You admit you can't find a girl for me! I'm hopeless, aren't I? Go on, say it! Give up and say it!" She leaned in, anger heating up her face. "If you're so smart, why don't you find someone? Come on, pick someone, I dare you to choose." He didn't say anything, and she leaned in even closer, getting into his face, "What's the matter, can't do it? Come on, tell me. Who's the lucky girl?"
She leered into his face, meeting his challenge with an angry offense of insults. Suddenly he leaned in and kissed her. She drew back when it was over, and looked at him. "What was that about?" He grinned at her evilly, a hint of the fight still in his eyes. "I decided." She stared back at him, match for match. "Come on Blaise, you can't tell me you haven't wanted to see if it would work out. I mean, that thing at the resort, it was based on something." She looked away at the fire, embarrassment at the memory of her parent's reaction to her "hoodluming with the Malfoy boy" replacing her anger. "I thought we weren't going to talk about that." He took her hand in his, making her look at him. "I'm serious, Blaise."
She looked at him full in the face, suddenly launched forward, meeting him full on in a kiss rather different from the quick one he'd given her just before. She pulled back, stood up, looking down at him as he stared up at her, hair slightly mussed from her assault, a look of disbelief and shock on his face. She grinned at him and started towards the bedroom. "I'll go break the news to Pansy." She stopped and looked back before she opened the door, and smiled as he bemusedly watched her leave. "You have no idea what you're in for, do you?" and left him utterly confused, laughing as she went to tell Pansy she wouldn't have to break up with Draco ever again.
AN- Well? Let me know if you love it, hate it, are indifferent, or simply wanna tell me I'm cute. n.n (hopeful voice here) Some stuff about me is on my homepage thingy, but if you wanna know more, just ask. I love making new friends, so type me up! Later days! Anna is Bananas.