Disclaimer: Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy are the property of J.K Rowling. Dracaina Malfoy is my character.

When Blaise kisses Dracaina, he can almost pretend she's Draco. When he slides tanned long-fingered hands through her white-blond cloudy hair, he can almost pretend that it's Draco's hair he's touching, Draco's hair finer than spider web and platinum-pale, shining like the white gold ring set with black diamonds Blaise used to propose to Draco's barely-younger Durmstrang-trained sister.  She's too curvy and her hair's too long, but fencing and martial arts have toughened her slender frame to a wiry strength that Draco shares. They're the same height, but her heart is far colder. Dracaina is nowhere near as impulsive as Draco is, and Blaise could never in a million years love her. When Blaise fucks Dracaina, he deliberately bruises icy  flesh and leaves angry red bite marks, because even when he's in love Blaise is a Slytherin, and almost isn't good enough.