A/N: HA I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO EDITING BLAISE'S LAST NAME. YES I AM AWARE IT IS NOT ZAMBINI. ARE ALL YOU GRAMMAR FREAKS HAPPY NOW 33 LOL

Anastasia rolled her eyes as she snapped, "Shut up, Zabini."

Blaise stood up on his end of the Slytherin table, "Why don't you make me, Malfoy?"

The fiery redhead stared him down, "Do you really want me to?"

The brunette chuckled amusingly, "Please do. In fact, why don't you show the whole hall how you intend to do that exactly."

She smiled sweetly, "Like this." With that, she brought out her wand and pointed it at him, threatening darkly, "Want to rethink that now, do you?"

Blaise smirked, "Now, now, Anastasia...you wouldn't want me to tell dear big brother Drakie what you've been up to, now would you?"

She rolled her eyes, "Like I'm scared of him - he quivers at the sight of me when I have my temper flared and I have to say, Blaise, right now you're testing my patience."

He gulped and squeaked, "Draco!"

His blonde friend looked up at him with an amused expression sprawled across his flawless features, "You're on your own, my friend."

Blaise's jaw dropped and he desperately pleaded, "Anastasia, now, you don't want to do that."

She smiled, "Why not? I mean we are betrothed - to be wed at the age of seventeen."

Draco interjected, "In exactly one year."

Blaise snapped, "Not helping."

She continued, "And you know as well as I that - "

Blaise offered, "You cannot tell a lie?"

Anastasia cleared her throat, "As I was saying . . . you know as well as I that I do not want to be married at that age and much less to you!"

He grumbled, "I'm not that bad."

She interjected, "On the contrary, you're bloody awful!"

Draco snapped, "No swearing."

She continued, "So, what were to stop the wedding from continuing if you were injured . . . or dead perhaps?"

Blaise knit his eyebrows together in the anxiety and nervousness of the situation,

"Anastasia, dear, please."

She shrieked, "Don't call me dear!"

Blaise nodded, "Of course, I'm sorry, sugar."

Her eyes narrowed at him as he continued his secret pet names for her.

"Honey."

"Zabini - stop it now!"

"Sugar lips."

"I said to stop it!"

"My flower."

"Don't make me hurt you!"

"Sweetie pie."

"Blaise, please..."

Blaise smiled with satisfaction as she lowered her wand and he edged his way closer to his emotionally unstable girlfriend at the moment and he whispered in her ear.

He whispered the one name that he knew would make her knees buckle.

"Sweetheart."

Just as he had predicted, her knees buckled and if it were not for the fact that his arm was now wrapped tightly and protectively around her waist, she would had sunken to the ground. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and playfully glared at him, "Moron."

"Dragon."

"Love, we really need to stop this - we're attracting an audience."

At that, she looked around and blushed, "Err, sorry about that."

Blaise chuckled, "Love, I swear . . . your time of the months are getting worse by the lot."

Anastasia glared, "Zab-"

He offered, "Zabini, shove off, I know, love, I know."