A/N: Hey, this is just a short one-shot that came to mind. It implies mild slash. (DM/BZ)
Two words: Blaise Zabini. House: Slytherin. He was one of those amazing people that, no matter how hard they tried, no one could ever figure out. He didn't have to beg the hat to place him in Slytherin. He deserved his spot in the most cunning and hated house at Hogwarts.
Blaise Zabini was a piece of work. He was never suspected in any crime. He had one of those deep, low, quiet voices that were comforting to listen to and not extremely different and high-pitched like mine. Teachers never caught him talking in class. It was always me, Pansy, Theo, or Millie. Never Blaise. He somehow tricked the professors.
It wasn't just the teachers. He even tricked Gryffindors. Whenever a crime had been done in Gryffindor Tower, he was last to be suspected. First it was me, then my fat cronies Crabbe and Goyle, Theo, Pansy, Millie, Faith, Beth, Eve, and finally Blaise. He was quiet. So quiet, calm, and unsuspecting. Even when people discovered him as the prankster, it was dismissed. They concluded that he was simply set-up, and next crime; it'd be in the same order. Me first. Blaise last.
Let's face it. Blaise Zabini had a charm. His large, chocolate-brown eyes, tanned skin, brown hair with the top layer bleached blonde and his innocent attitude fit together so well. Rumor has it up in Ravenclaw Tower that he has a special love charm on his gold chain, badge or robes. Whatever it is, it works. Even I, Draco Malfoy, admit I like his cunning, evil style.