Author's Note: This pairing is inspired by an RP group I was once a member of. So I dedicate this to Princess, the Lavender to my Blaise, who wrote the original Seven Things to which this is, in actuality, a response. I miss you.
Seven Things
Assuming
Blaise had always considered her pretty. Sure, not the prettiest of the lot, but pretty nonetheless. If he only allowed it, he could see himself falling for the blond Gryffindor. But he had his reasons for keeping himself from letting that happen.
Just like most of her housemates, and probably a majority of Hogwarts, she seemed to assume the worst of Slytherins. And this proved to be true during an encounter in the library. And this was the first item on his Why I Shouldn't Date the Brown Girl list: ASSUMING.
Draco asked a favour from him a week ago and he had been trying to help his friend since then. That day he decided to go to the library to see if there was any book that could possibly enlighten him on the matter. He was nearing the backmost shelf when he heard the sound of muffled sobs. With slow, quiet steps, he moved around behind the shelf only to be greeted by the girl who had been the object of his interest recently.
Lavender Brown was sat on the floor, her back against the shelf, face buried in her palms. Her shoulders moved with the intensity of her emotion. Ah, right. She had just discovered how the loser Weasley had used her affections to make the Mudblood jealous. He made a show of being uninterested when Pansy told Draco of the story but in truth, it was all he could do not to curse the bloody oaf to the next eternity. He didn't understand why he felt that way then, and he still didn't understand why instead of walking away with his book, he chose to let the oblivious girl know of his presence.
He cleared his throat when he remained unnoticed after a couple or two minutes of standing in front of the girl. Never the sociable type, he wasn't sure how else to draw her attention. In his head, he was rehearsing all the comforting words he could say to her. But the expression on her face and what she had to say next froze his heart.
"Well, go on. Laugh. It's all you Slytherins care about anyway, right?" she spat bitterly. And despite his attempt at indifference, Blaise couldn't stop the pain that bit at his heart.
All thoughts of comforting her went down the drain and before he could help himself, he produced his handkerchief, his favourite in fact, and retorted with practised coldness: "Use this to dry your face. it's always unsightly when girls cry. Almost ugly, really."
Without waiting for a response, he turned his back to her, biting down the temptation to turn back and apologise. She deserved that... and more.
Me: So... what do ya think? Six more to go n_n