So here's my first story on this site…I was pondering for months about whether to resurrect this story and present it to the public, but finally decided to. Please let me know what you think and if I should continue.

Note that this is not a Draco romance, although he is mentioned a lot and is well weaved into the plot. This is mostly about Blaise Zabini, a rather elusive character. If anyone needs help envisioning Blaise in my particular story, I think of him as actor Adam Brody.

Enjoy!

Confessions of Miss Perfect (Prologue)

"You are SUCH a GIT!" cried an eleven year old with red-gold braids bouncing behind her as she chased a boy her age, whose own platinum blonde hair flopped around as he ran around a vast, ornate dining room, smirking while taunting the girl in a singsong voice.

"I got your wand!! LOSER!! I got your wa-a-ahhhhhhhh!!" The boy abruptly fell to the ground as the girl lunged at his knees.

"HA!" She pulled the wand out of his hands triumphantly. "Who's the loser now Draco?!"

"C'mon Addie, you know I let you get me." Addie rolled her eyes and they both took a seat on the cold marble floor. A contented silence passed between the two children.

"Do you think things will ever be the same again Dray? During Hogwarts I mean. After all, school starts tomorrow." Draco stared into in Addie's shining gray-green eyes and knew that she was actually being serious.

"Of course things will be fine! Hogwarts is going to be great. We'll always y'know, be best friends. You worry too much." They smiled.

What would Hogwarts bring for them?

6 Years Later

"You are such a GIT!" cried a 17 year old with pin-straight red gold hair flying behind her as she chased a boy her age with platinum blonde locks. The boy ran around a crowded train station, holding an oblong package and dodging a crowd of people in front of a magnificent crimson train. He had every intention of throwing the package onto the tracks where it would soon be crushed.

He skidded to an abrupt stop when a large cage holding a tawny owl rolled across his path. The girl took this opportunity to deftly grab him by his coat shoulder and shove him around so that he was facing her.

As she snatched the parcel, her prized broomstick, out of his hands, she fixed her stormy gray-green eyes into a chilling glare. How she wished that she were taller! He had about a foot on her, and could easily loom over her menacingly. But she stood her ground firmly, Addison Fleming was many things, but definitely not a pushover.

He smirked. "Touchy, touchy, aren't we Fleming? I heard that you made Head Girl. Too bad you can't dock points until we actually get to school."

When she didn't respond, he continued. "But you know who's Head Boy? My best mate Blaise. So whatever points you take of, he'll just restore." He sneered wickedly. "So, congratulations on your fine achievement and have a wonderful year." He finished sarcastically and walked away. Addie was not one to be crossed, and all but Malfoy would have quivered under her livid glare.

"You'll pay for that Malfoy." She called to his retreating back, only to be met with an exaggerated snort that could be heard over the bustle of the busy station.

Then he uttered two fateful words. "Make me."

Addison Fleming sighed and took a crumpled letter out of her back jeans pocket and she stepped onto the Hogwarts Express. The letter had obviously been read and reread, unfolded and folded over and over again.

Dear Miss Fleming,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen to be Head Girl. Out of all the candidates, you convinced us with many of your fine qualities. You would be perfect for the role. Enclosed are: The complete book of school rules and your Head Girl badge (which you are expected to wear at all times).
Upon boarding the Hogwarts Express, please meet in the Head compartment at precisely 10:30 AM. There, you will meet with the Head Boy and discuss matters to address to the Prefects. Then the both of you will meet with the Prefects and explain school rules and assign patrol duties (I trust that youve reviewed these topics).
Thank you, and we expect to have a lovely year.

Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore (Headmaster)
And
Minerva McGonagall (Deputy Headmistress)

She checked her watch as she headed to the Heads compartment, only 10:24. No matter, she liked to be early.

As she sat down on the cushy seats in the compartment, she thought about what lay ahead for the year.

She had cursed Dumbledore for not telling her who the Head Boy would be. Blaise Zabini wouldnt be too bad. At least it wasn't that stupid ferret Malfoy or Saint Pothead himself.

FLASHBACK:

6 Years Ago:

11-year-old Addie was squirming in her seat next to her best friend Draco. Across from them sat a pug-faced girl talking animatedly to Draco while staring at him. Addie and Draco were both getting annoyed of this (sadly) pureblooded girl who had been following them around parties and teas since they were old enough to walk and talk.

"And this is just going to be so FUN! Won't it be FUN Drakie?! It'll be me, you, Addie, Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini! I can just see it now." Sighed Pansy Parkinson.

"Who's Zabini?" Addie and Draco asked at the same time. Curiosity spread across Addie's face while Draco lifted a light eyebrow indifferently. Only Addie could tell that he was dying to know as well.

"Ohhh! You haven't heard? A new family moved here from Italy. The Zabini's have a boy, Blaise, the same age as us. Their pure of course."

Addie snorted. "Blaise?? That sounds like a pastry!" Draco laughed along with her.

Then the compartment door swung open, revealing an 11-year-old boy with dark curls, deep chocolate eyes, and friendly slightly tanned face. Two thug-like boys around the same age flanked him.

"BLAISE!!" Squealed Pansy. Addie blushed and grew silent while Draco just snorted and raised his eyes to the ceiling before lowering them and coolly regarding the newcomer.

Blaise looked a bit uneasy after regarding the two kids he had just met. This was not his usual greeting.

After an awkward pause, Addie finally looked Blaise in the eyes as Draco stood up and shook his hand with a solid grip that he had perfected even in his young age..

"I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy." Draco smirked with a superior look.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Blaise Zabini." Blaise looked around. "And who are you?"

"Addison Fleming. Or just Addie would be really great, I don't like my name much, so Addie will do." She then blushed and looked down once she realized that she was babbling.

Blaise grinned. "Nice to meet you Addie."

"L-likewise. So, um...what house do you want to be in?" Addie asked, trying to recover from her embarrassing moment by making small talk.

"What kind of question is that?" Draco laughed. "He wants to be in Slytherin of course. That's we're we all belong. It will surely lead us to greatness."

Addie glared at Draco for belittling her, veiling the fact that she grew increasingly uncomfortable.

Her best friend seemed so set on becoming a Slytherin. They had planned it for years, but as time passed and their first year came nearer and nearer, Addie felt an ache of worry. Would she make Slytherin? She wasn't so sure.

She didn't know what would happen to her's and Draco's relationship if she didn't make Slytherin. And she most definitely did not want to find out.