Prologue

"You know," Blaise drawled as a wistful look over took his eyes. "You and Weasley would be amusing to watch. Invite me next time, yes?" His rather mild imaginationed drew up some rather interesting situations that would take place between the two ladies. Options open, indeed. He thought with a smile. It amused him to no end that she would get suspiciously posesseive if any other witch decided to lay but a fingernail on his person. "Not jealous of other witches who catch my interest, are you Pansy?" He asked amusedly as he remembered a hilarious incident when a Hufflepuff sauntered up to him in the Great Hall during breakfast one morning. He chuckled at the memory.

Pansy rolled her eyes at Blaise. "You wish, Zabini", she said before taking a swig of her drink. Truth was, she would't really mind if Blaise watched, or even if he joined. But she wasn't going to tell him that lest he get ideas about her actually sharing simply would not do. He was hot,but he was hers, and any girl who had sense at all would steer took another drink and nearly choked when he playfully called her out. "Jealous? Me? No. Vindictive and possessive? Fuck yes." She twisted in his lap, just enough so that she could comfortably turn her head and capture his. "Let's not forget the jealous streak of Blaise Zabini when it comes to me with other men." she said smirking, just before she kissed him. The kiss was just long enough for him to want to take it deeper, and when he tried she pulled away and took a swig of her whiskey never breaking eye contact.

"Smith was clearly feeling you up." He replied indignantly. It wasn't that he was jealous. Much. Bloody Zacharias Smith was encroaching on territory that should not be encroached upon. Blaise growled at the memory. moSt Slytherin knew for that day on to keep away from Pansy. But less could have been said when it cam to Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. And they said the 'Puffs were non-confrontational. Not bloody likely. His thought process was blurred when he realised Pansy's lips were upon his. He leaned forward only to have her pull away. He pouted for a second before grabbing her bottle and throwing it along with his into a dark corner. Grabbing her neck he pulled her in for a drugging kiss.