Disclaimer: Not mine, just JK's.
A/N: Blaise is a real character in the books. She/He (we're unsure) is in the Slytherin house. I've read it with the character as a boy, and as a girl. I prefer her as a girl. She's just better that way.
Blaise Zanbini smiled as she shifted her robes. Blowing a kiss to the glass-eyed boys in the corner, she walked her way down to the Slytherin common room. She walked with an attitude that made any poor defenseless male stare at her...assets. It could've been the way her long legs were flowing out of the green robes or the way her hair bounced as she placed each perfectly shaped foot in front of each other. The point is, something made their eyes pop out of their sockets and their mouths drool unconsciously.
The common room was dark and dreary as usual. Only three waning candles were lit and aside from the fire, they were the only things warming the cold stones that surrounded her. Blaise embraced the cold. She threw her books down on the hearth and plopped herself on the plush leather couch, examining her nails.
Professor Sprout selfishly forced Blaise to repot a mandrake. Even though she protested loudly, threatening to tell her father about this outrageous form of 'learning', she knew she had to do it in order to keep her grades up. It didn't matter anyway- as soon as the professor looked away she had some unsuspecting Gryffindor get dirt under their nails. Unfortunately, specs of the menacing soil still managed to find it's way onto Blaise's hand.
She let out a frustrated sigh and used the Gryffindor's hijacked wand to pick at her fingers, no use in wasting the thing. She was just about finished when Draco came storming in.
His hair was slightly messed up and his shoes were untied. She would never have expected to see him in such a state. She shot a questioning look towards him.
"Flictwick," He breathed, "was in the next room. I had to run all the way here." He sat next to her, the cushion sinking beneath his weight.
"Did you get it?" She asked him, eager to collect her prize.
He nodded and reached into the pocket of his robes. After handing her a photo, he slumped further into the couch, savoring the feel of leather behind his neck. His blonde hair lazily circled the crown of his forehead and his icy eyes were rolled over to look at Blaise. She was sneering. This was perfect. A picture of a Ravenclaw beauty shone with her lips locked around Draco's.
"What was her name again?"
"Lucienda, I think. Oh, wait till this gets around school. Imagine, someone so devoted to her boyfriend kissing Slytherin's best looking guy!" Blaise examined the photograph longer. Draco grinned and planted a kiss on her outstretched hand.
"Are you happy?" He asked her, tracing circles around her palm.
She grinned and slowly advanced towards him. "Yes, I'm very happy. So happy." She curled herself into his lap, running cool fingers through his hair. "Was it awful, puppy?" Her head rested against his chest.
Draco nodded and was totally seduced by her. " Her breath smelled, and she wasn't even pureblood!" His arms found their way around her thin body. "She was quite boring."
Blaise got up, standing in front of him. Her unbuttoned robes were sexily showing her figure. His eyes traced her up. She had him and she knew it. She walked over to the coffee table and picked up an apple. She bit into it, the color matching her red lipstick.
"You're loosing your touch Malfoy." Blaise said in a slurred voice. "You can't even lay a Ravenclaw mudblood."
"What?" Draco gaped. Blaise had said many things to him before but nothing as appalling as this. He stood up and walked over to her, still staring in disbelief.
"You heard me. You said she got boring. She wouldn't let you sleep with her." She flicked her eyes up to his, not baring down when she saw the anger in his. "Aren't I right?" She held out the apple for Draco to bite, but he refused.
Draco hated how much she knew him. They've been together since they were born. They're parents were Death Eaters together. In fact, ever since they knew they would be having a girl, the Zanbinis arranged a marriage with the Malfoys. Which might explain the diamond on Blaise's left ring finger.
"I can sleep with anyone in this entire school." He growled. "Pick one." Blaise smiled. She knew this would come. He always wanted to prove himself to her.
Blaise's choices were limited. Even though she teased him about not laying the mudblood, it didn't mean she wanted him to sleep with one. That left her with pure blood- preferably a pure blood that hated him. She snorted. That wouldn't be hard. Choices ran through her mind. She was half inclined to pick Pansy, but then decided that it wouldn't be a big enough challenge- Pansy was dying to get laid by anyone.
'Think, Blaise, think.' She thought to herself. What wizarding family did Draco hate more then anyone else? The Weasleys! But wait... they're all boys. No! The youngest, isn't she a girl? What's her name though? She rubbed her forehead, thinking silently to herself. Jenny, Johnny? Ginny!
She sneered and said, "Ginny Weasley."
Draco's jaw fell open and Blaise grinned wider. This was going to be very fun indeed.
A/N: Blaise is a real character in the books. She/He (we're unsure) is in the Slytherin house. I've read it with the character as a boy, and as a girl. I prefer her as a girl. She's just better that way.
Blaise Zanbini smiled as she shifted her robes. Blowing a kiss to the glass-eyed boys in the corner, she walked her way down to the Slytherin common room. She walked with an attitude that made any poor defenseless male stare at her...assets. It could've been the way her long legs were flowing out of the green robes or the way her hair bounced as she placed each perfectly shaped foot in front of each other. The point is, something made their eyes pop out of their sockets and their mouths drool unconsciously.
The common room was dark and dreary as usual. Only three waning candles were lit and aside from the fire, they were the only things warming the cold stones that surrounded her. Blaise embraced the cold. She threw her books down on the hearth and plopped herself on the plush leather couch, examining her nails.
Professor Sprout selfishly forced Blaise to repot a mandrake. Even though she protested loudly, threatening to tell her father about this outrageous form of 'learning', she knew she had to do it in order to keep her grades up. It didn't matter anyway- as soon as the professor looked away she had some unsuspecting Gryffindor get dirt under their nails. Unfortunately, specs of the menacing soil still managed to find it's way onto Blaise's hand.
She let out a frustrated sigh and used the Gryffindor's hijacked wand to pick at her fingers, no use in wasting the thing. She was just about finished when Draco came storming in.
His hair was slightly messed up and his shoes were untied. She would never have expected to see him in such a state. She shot a questioning look towards him.
"Flictwick," He breathed, "was in the next room. I had to run all the way here." He sat next to her, the cushion sinking beneath his weight.
"Did you get it?" She asked him, eager to collect her prize.
He nodded and reached into the pocket of his robes. After handing her a photo, he slumped further into the couch, savoring the feel of leather behind his neck. His blonde hair lazily circled the crown of his forehead and his icy eyes were rolled over to look at Blaise. She was sneering. This was perfect. A picture of a Ravenclaw beauty shone with her lips locked around Draco's.
"What was her name again?"
"Lucienda, I think. Oh, wait till this gets around school. Imagine, someone so devoted to her boyfriend kissing Slytherin's best looking guy!" Blaise examined the photograph longer. Draco grinned and planted a kiss on her outstretched hand.
"Are you happy?" He asked her, tracing circles around her palm.
She grinned and slowly advanced towards him. "Yes, I'm very happy. So happy." She curled herself into his lap, running cool fingers through his hair. "Was it awful, puppy?" Her head rested against his chest.
Draco nodded and was totally seduced by her. " Her breath smelled, and she wasn't even pureblood!" His arms found their way around her thin body. "She was quite boring."
Blaise got up, standing in front of him. Her unbuttoned robes were sexily showing her figure. His eyes traced her up. She had him and she knew it. She walked over to the coffee table and picked up an apple. She bit into it, the color matching her red lipstick.
"You're loosing your touch Malfoy." Blaise said in a slurred voice. "You can't even lay a Ravenclaw mudblood."
"What?" Draco gaped. Blaise had said many things to him before but nothing as appalling as this. He stood up and walked over to her, still staring in disbelief.
"You heard me. You said she got boring. She wouldn't let you sleep with her." She flicked her eyes up to his, not baring down when she saw the anger in his. "Aren't I right?" She held out the apple for Draco to bite, but he refused.
Draco hated how much she knew him. They've been together since they were born. They're parents were Death Eaters together. In fact, ever since they knew they would be having a girl, the Zanbinis arranged a marriage with the Malfoys. Which might explain the diamond on Blaise's left ring finger.
"I can sleep with anyone in this entire school." He growled. "Pick one." Blaise smiled. She knew this would come. He always wanted to prove himself to her.
Blaise's choices were limited. Even though she teased him about not laying the mudblood, it didn't mean she wanted him to sleep with one. That left her with pure blood- preferably a pure blood that hated him. She snorted. That wouldn't be hard. Choices ran through her mind. She was half inclined to pick Pansy, but then decided that it wouldn't be a big enough challenge- Pansy was dying to get laid by anyone.
'Think, Blaise, think.' She thought to herself. What wizarding family did Draco hate more then anyone else? The Weasleys! But wait... they're all boys. No! The youngest, isn't she a girl? What's her name though? She rubbed her forehead, thinking silently to herself. Jenny, Johnny? Ginny!
She sneered and said, "Ginny Weasley."
Draco's jaw fell open and Blaise grinned wider. This was going to be very fun indeed.