Author's Note: Who here feels that the Slytherins are always under represented in the HP series or portrayed as evil, horny little bastards in the fanfics? Well, I'm one of them. Rather than waiting for Miss Rowling to realize that they need to be mentioned more in the books or even for her to tell us if Blaise Zabini is a boy or a girl, I've decided to take matters into my own hands. Now, I'm not going to try and sugar coat their lives or anything, but rather how about we see what they're like after the Order?

Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned the characters. Despite how much I hated the fifth book, everything still belongs to JK Rowling.

Oh, and remember, reviews are good.

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"Miss Zabini! Miss Blaise Zabini!"

A shrill voice could be heard calling a name repeatedly as its owner, a small house elf, ran through the fields of the Zabini's property. Off in the distance, a rider looked over her shoulder as her wavy hair blew out behind her. A smirk trailed lazily across her lips as the elf continued running towards her, waving its arms over its head to attract the girl's attention.

"Miss Blaise Zabini!"

The only reason the girl ever stopped was because her steed spooked. Many horses - winged horses being no exception - find it greatly disturbing to have a small, shrieking creature running towards them. In essence, the horse panicked and began rearing, flailing its legs out infront of it.

"Lury! Lury, I will personally see to it that your ears are ironed!" the dark haired girl vowed as she clung tightly to her mount. It was only by luck that her favorite horse, a high strung Granian named Storm Dancer, had pulled up lame the other day so she had decided to ride the much more docile Aethonan, Shattered Fortune. While rearing was bad enough, her Granian would have bolted, flinging her from its back before trampling her.

The poor house elf wrung her hands, desperately trying to better the situation. "Lury will box herself, Miss Zabini! Lury will squish her toes and stamp on her fingers, too!"

"Shut up!" Blaise hissed, shifting her weight forward in the saddle and then back again as the usually clam horse bucked, reared and beat its massive wings. "Fortune! Easy girl. Easy. C'mon, babe. It's ok. Shhh..."

The horse finally calmed to its master's softly spoken words and began prancing lightly and uneasily on the thick grass with its ears swivelling constantly. As the house elf approached, it snorted and shook its head several times while its rider smiled fondly and began stroking its neck, all the while whispering calming words.

Lury, worried beyond all reasoning that her master's daughter was near death, began babbling incoherent phrases. "Miss Zabini! No helmet wearing! Isn't shirt all the way buttoned? Malfoys here... Lury tell you..."

"What?" the girl snapped, causing her horse to toss its head and prance around in distress. "Why?"

If nothing else, she had been able to understand that the Malfoys were over. And she knew very well that the only reason the Malfoys ever came by was because the adults had, well, business with each other shall we say. It would result in a mess that Blaise did not want to find herself tangled up in nor did she even want to be around them. Her parents alone were bad enough but Lucious Malfoy, he was a whole other story.

The way he kept leering at her, not unlike how he did to everything else in a skirt, made her want to scream. His eyes alone made her feel like she would never be clean. If it wasn't Blaise's mother, then she was the one being looked at like she was a particularly tasty slab of meat.

"Lury doesn't know. Mrs. Zabini only said to bring Miss Blaise inside."

"Fine. I'm coming."

The house elf scurried back in the general direction of the mansion and stables while the Slytherin girl urged her horse into a light trot. Fortune rustled her wings, folding them carefully at her sides, while she shook out her mane several times and headed back to the buildings.

Eyes of a dark brown with occasional green speckles near the pupil roamed the scenery with a downcast air. With summer's end just around the corner, there was nothing to look forward to besides school. And that was only bearable to a certain extent. Maybe the Golden Gryffindor Trio would stall Voldemort's plans yet again! Wouldn't that be a great surprise?

"Walk it off, girl," Blaise murmured to her horse as she shifted down to a walk. Not only would the slower gait cool her horse down, it would also give the human time to be outside longer. And she had nothing against that.

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All summer long, all fricking summer long, Lucious Malfoy had been in Azkaban and it was obviously beginning to affect his family. At her wit's end, Narcissa threw herself into a fit of rage that broke three crystal vases, a chandelier and caused a few paintings to become blank as their inhabitants fled to a safer part of the manor. With only a few days left until the school year began, her son began counting down the minutes until he could hopefully find some sort of sanity.

The only reason that Narcissa had decided to pay the Zabinis a visit was because she was looking for a good lay. Ever since her husband had gone to Azkaban prison, Narcissa had started paying the "family friends" more and more frequent visits. Between that and the shameless flirting she did, it wasn't that hard for Draco to figure out that his mom was sleeping with Alexandro Zabini. Blaise probably knew it too, he figured, and she spent more time out of the house than she did in it.

"Nicoleta, how wonderful to see you again," the blonde woman said with false enthusiasm as she clasped Blaise's equally dark haired and dark complexioned mother in a hug.

"Whatever we can do to help you in your time of need, we will do," she replied, giving the other woman an air kiss similar to how Muggle celebrities would.

"Yes, it is so difficult to run the house with Lucious locked away," Narcissa simpered, her eyes brimming artistically with pain and sorrow.

"Our home is always open to you and yours," Nicoleta's husband said as soon as the two women broke apart. Then he took Narcissa's dainty hand in his and brushed his lips across her knuckled, never once breaking eye contact with her.

The more Mediterranean appearing of the two women tensed visibly with a sour expression as a coy smirk appeared on Narcissa's carefully painted lips. But, as she more or less aware that her husband knew of her own infidelities, Nicoleta remained silent. Affairs were just what happened when people went through with arranged marriages as most Slytherins did.

"Draco, darling, perhaps you want to find Blaise?" his mother asked in a tone that left little room for debate.

"Knowing her, she's still outside with the horses," Nicoleta commented. "Lury, I told you to go get her."

"Lury will take Mr. Draco Malfoy to the stables," piped up the house elf after cowering under her mistress's scowls.

"Excellent. Draco, darling, follow the house elf," ordered his mother, giving him a slight push towards the door. Draco wasn't going to protest. Watching his mother fawn over someone was thoroughly disturbing and not something he wanted to witness.

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The chestnut Aethonan's coat shone proudly in the late summer sun as a stiff bristled brush brushed it down. With her nose buried deep in a couple flakes of hay, searching for the perfect mouthful and a good exercise behind her, Fortune couldn't have been happier.

"Whose gonna ride you when I'm gone, hm?" the girl asked as she placed a kiss on her horse's neck.

In reply, the horse nickered and lifted her head from the hay. As Blaise stepped out from around her, Fortune bumped her head into her owner's chest in her search for the treats that sometimes she got if she was nosy enough.

"If I tried that, you'd kill me," came a bored sounding observation. Blaise looked up to see Draco Malfoy standing a few feet away with an amused smirk on his lips.

"It's lucky for both of us then that you aren't trying," she replied as she unburied a carrot that the horse had been unable to unearth from the hay and fed it to her. "You'd be much worse for the wear."

The blond chuckled, shaking several stray hands of hair out of his steel colored eyes. "Zabini, you really needn't be so violent. And threatening prefects won't get you far."

"Shove it. Besides, we're not in school."

"Excellent. No rules."

Draco had to sidestep the brush that was thrown at him following his offhanded remark. The girl who threw it remained silent as she untied the lead rope from the fence. Giving her horse a few affectionate strokes along her neck, she lead her to the pasture gate and opened it. As soon as her halter was removed, Blaise exited the pasture and secured the gate behind her.

Storm, seeing that her pasture buddy had been let loose, let out a whiney and shook her head several times. The other mare whinnied as well and then trotted over to graze with Storm as the Granian searched for a new clump of grass, limping on her injured leg.

"Lighten up, Zabini. We could always blame our parents for being poor role models," said the boy.

The girl shivered, a disgusted look coming onto her face. "Please, Draco. I don't want to think of my dad doing your mum or vice versa."

His eyebrow shot up in a surprised quirk. Clearly he hadn't known of the later of the two pairings.

"My father's shagging your mum?" he asked.

"My mum's the one who started the infidelity circle in our families. Why do you think she was so upset when your father got shipped off to Azkaban?" the girl questioned, not waiting for, nor expecting, an answer.

The 16 year old did nothing to act like his gaze was elsewhere as Blaise picked out the stray pieces of hay that had fallen onto, or into, her riding shirt as Fortune searched for treats.

"Aren't those supposed to be buttoned?" he asked mildly, indicating the top few buttons of her blouse that were left undone.

"Since when do you care?" Blaise rebuked.

"Well, the way I see it, it should either be all done or undone. Do you want me to - Ow! That bloody hurt!" he protested savagely as the girl whipped him across the arm and back with the loose end of the lead rope.

"Good, I'm not losing my touch," she commented airily as she brushed by him, the halter and rope draped over her shoulder. After hanging them alongside the rest of Fortune's tack, she turned towards the house, looking over her shoulder when Draco called to her.

"Where are you going now, Zabini?"

"To the house to change, Malfoy. We might as well do something useful while our parents are entertaining themselves. I was thinking of getting my things from Diagon Alley," she shouted back before continuing towards her mansion.

"Good idea," Malfoy said, jogging to catch up with her. "Your mum can come with and pretend that she has no idea that your dad's shagging my mum."

"That's the plan."

As the two got out of sight, the Zabini's Porlock crawled out of the straw of one of the horse's stalls where it had been hiding from the two humans. When it was convinced that they had indeed left, it walked out into the pasture to watch over the two mares and the rest of the winged horses that were meandering abouit. It was an impressive herd consisting of horses such as Abraxans to Granians, even with a Thestral being at home among them.

The Porlock looked up warily as a shout, followed quickly by a laugh, rang out. Seeing that it was only the boy rubbing his shin and hobbling along and the feisty brunette, it settled down in the grass to watch over its six charges.