Disclaimer: ...Obviously not.
A/N: Take it as slash if you like. I kinda made up some things, this is how I imagine Blaise.
Draco had always been somewhat fascinated by his fellow Slytherin and best friend, Blaise Zabini.
The boy was gorgeous. Beautiful. With his half-Italian light brown skin, dark hazel eyes, and soft black hair. He was the son of a famous model, who had traveled all over the world, and still did. No one was really sure who his father was. His family was a mess, and his mother was never home, so from a young age, Blaise had been an often guest in the Malfoy Manor.
What Draco always found the most fascinating about the Italian boy, was that he always seemed careless. He was loyal, smart and polite, but he seemed like he couldn't care less about the world.
He was reckless at times, and always joined his fellow Slytherin's when they had their famous parties. Drugs, alcohol and sex were a common thing at those parties. And Blaise was known to experiment with it all.
He took his liquor well, and didn't have loose ends when it came to his sexual encounters that involved both sexes. The parties didn't affect him in any way. He had class. The kind you could only be born with.
Blaise was elegant. He had something about him that attracted both girls and guys. He was graceful, and no matter where he went, he was always elegant.
He was skinny, but it looked well on him. His slim hips, long legs and arms, long fingers, long neck and height made him able to model as well if he wished to.
Draco was just a bit fascinated by him, maybe because he wished he was like that.