Story of a Girl

By Flittery H

~Chapter One~

"Hey Oli," said Blaise, plopping onto the couch next to her.

She looked up from her potions homework, deftly hiding her excitement with an indifferent stare. "Oh, hi Blaise…"

"How's my favorite little sister?" he persued, nudging her playfully with his shoulder.

"I'm not your little sister," she said, shoving him back, a smile starting in one corner of her mouth.

"I know--you're the Little Malfoy, not the Little Zabini…"

"Exactly."

"It's a good thing too."

"What, you couldn't handle me as a little sister?"

"No, I couldn't handle all the prats like me I'd have to protect you from."

She laughed. "Thanks, but I do pretty well protecting myself from prats like you."

"Oh yeah? It seems you let me get pretty close to you just now," he said, smirking and starting to lean over her on the couch. "What if I decided to ravish you right here and now, no matter what you wanted?"

"Well, what if I wanted you to?"

"Well, that's not really the point is it?" He smirked and his head bent and she felt his lips press against her neck….

So began the something (what it was exactly, no one knew) between Blaise Zabini and Oliphia Sophia Francesca Malfoy.

Later that week, Oliphia crept quietly to the door of Blaise's dormitory and silently nudged it open. She now knew which bed was his--the second on the right--from their previous endeavor.

The room was frighteningly quiet; Oliphia had a feeling not all of the boys were in their beds that night… But as she approached the second bed on the right she heard a low moan, followed by a girlish giggle and a hurried "shh."

She froze, her hand a mere inch away from the curtain. Her eyes widened and she realized.. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat and hurried back to her own room before anyone could notice her presence.

After that, Oliphia never went to Blaise's room uninvited, though he never discovered the reasoning. However, she was certainly invited there enough times, and she always accepted.