I couldn't do it.

I absolutely wouldn't do it.

There was no way in HELL I would do it.

At least, that's what I said until dinner was over and I was heading towards the Transfiguration room.

Blaise Zabini.

Merlin could I tell you some nasty stories about him.

He was a prick.

He was a wanker.

A completely and total absolute son of a . . . batch of cookies.

He loved to taunt me, but he did it in privacy, in little whispers, sneers, and jeers that only I could hear and see. And what's worse is my friends considered one of the nicest Slytherins ever to exist! It was disgusting!

'Scum', he would whisper as he passed.

'Hideous', he would sneer at me.

'Waste of space,' was his most recent favorite.

I really don't know what I had done to warrant this behavior but I'm sure, knowing Slytherins, it was the pure and simple fact that my parents loved each other very much. Other than that, the only other choices could be that I'm a Gryffindor, I'm half-blood, and I happen to be semi-close friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Those threes were the only ones in my group of friends who didn't like Zabini but that was because none of them liked any of the Slytherins, especially Draco Malfoy.

Personally, I never had to deal with him and have only heard of the times he called them all foul names. He does sound like a git but I have no personal vendetta against him.

But Blaise Zabini?

If that guy were to disappear from Hogwarts all together, I'd throw a wild party all through the castle.

One of friends liked to grin and giggle every time I complained about him. "It sounds to me like you like him," she would say.

. . . . I would rather eat a barrel full of spiders, blast-ended skrewts, flubberworms, and any other foul creature you could think of. . . .

It was with a heavy heart that I turned the knob of the Transfiguration room.

And there he was, levitating desks out of the way so that we could practice.

Okay, I'd have to admit that the only good thing Zabini had going on for him was his looks. Chocolate brown hair that feel into the dark brown eyes on his tan skin. Plus, he had a pretty good body (well, at least what I could see from the uniform).

. . . . What? Were you expecting me to say he was as ugly as a horned-slug? I'm a sixteen-year-old girl for Merlin's sake. I know a cute boy when I see one.

He looked up as I entered, an evil smirk coming to his face. "Waste of space! You're my tutor? Oh, this should be hilariously fun."

I set my bag down, took of my robe and laid it across the desk, and then I took out my wand facing him.

"Look Zabini," I said, rolling up my sleeves, un-tucking my shirt, and loosening my tie, "I don't like you, you don't like me. But you're failing Transfiguration and you wanted help so here I am, unfortunately. If we keep this strictly professional, we'll be able to get through this with out killing each other and you'll be able to do this."

I waved my wand and transfigured a desk into a comfy armchair. I turned to him again. "Any questions?"

Zabini had looked mildly shocked at all I just said and, for like a millisecond, I could have sworn I saw some awe in his eyes. But it was gone, replaced once again with the evil smirk. "Whatever, waste of space."

I rolled my eyes and went over to McGonagall's many cabinets, pulling out a pencil. Walking back to Zabini, I set the pencil down on the ground in front of him and then I sat in the chair I had made. "Turn the pencil into a needle."

"Easy." Zabini gave a wave of his wand and turned the pencil into a needle . . . with an eraser.

I waved my wand and turned it back into a pencil. "Try again."

It took Zabini a total of two hours to finally get the pencil to be a needle.

"Why is it so hard?" he asked as we moved desk back into place and I changed the chair back into a desk.

"You have to much focus."

"What? How on earth can you have to much focus?"

"You're trying to hard. Trying to show-off. Just let it flow. Imagine the object changing into something else and wave you arm. It's pretty simple."

I picked up my bag and my robe and started out of the classroom. "Same time Wednesday, Zabini," I said.

"Waste of space, you should start not wearing your robe more often. You've got a pretty nice arse for sc –"

He was body-bound before he could even finish.

I walked over and leaned over him, his terrified and angry eyes glaring up at me. "You know that professional thing we talked about, Zabini? Yeah, try practicing it. It needs work as bad as your Transfiguring skills do."

I undid the curse as I walked out of the classroom. I heard him curse and I giggled to myself.

This might be fun after all.