"I don't know why you're being so difficult! It's just one problem! It's not like I'm asking you to do all the homework! You're usually fine with it!"

Blaise huffed, stomping up the stairs, wishing for once that females weren't allowed into the male dorms as they weren't allowed into the female ones. He could hear Pansy's voice following him up the stairs. He was highly tempted to sit on his bed and close the curtains, but that didn't work against Pansy, who had grown too accustomed to getting whatever she wanted.

"And you can't just do it because?" Blaise huffed barely loud enough for Pansy to hear it.

The Slytherin dorms were exactly like all the other dorms, no matter how much they lied about having the best dorms with fewer people per room. It was utterly delightful to watch the Gryffindors get angry over that small detail. The only times there were fewer beds per room was when there weren't too many Slytherins in that year. Each dorm had the appropriate number of beds because despite their houses, they were all the same to Hogwarts and her magic treated all of them equally.

"I'd get it wrong!" Pansy shrieked.

"You make that sound like it's the worst thing in the world, like the muggles would find us if you get one question wrong. Why don't you just go ask Draco, or someone?"

"Draco would think I'm stupid!"

Blaise winced at the tone of her voice, but that was the entire problem. Everything Pansy ever did was for Draco and Blaise wasn't about to spend any more of his energy for that bloody peacock. Even if it was Pansy. She didn't give him a second glance unless she wanted something from him, and Blaise hated that. He hated being used, and that was exactly what Pansy was doing.

"Not that getting it right would make much of a difference," Blaise muttered.

Blaise knew Pansy was glaring at him from where she stood somewhere above him, but Blaise couldn't be bothered to open his eyes to look. Pansy wouldn't understand. Blaise doubted she even could understand anything that she hadn't thought of herself, and that was disappointing as his mother would never accept a simple airhead like her, even if Blaise did like her. Blaise knew his mother was hoping for a daughter-in-law whom she could teach her tricks to, because his mother had tried it on him and it had failed badly, so that any child of Blaise's would still be taught it.

"Fine! I will go to Draco then. He'll definitely help me!" Pansy huffed, stalking out the room.

Blaise knew Draco wouldn't. The other boy didn't like Pansy, only tolerated her. Blaise knew that, but Pansy didn't and wouldn't believe him even if he tried to tell her. Blaise wanted to see Draco's reaction when Pansy asked, that would be telling to almost every other Slytherin. Blaise almost felt sorry for Pansy, but didn't, especially after everything she had already done. Pansy deserved a little bit of humiliation, and who was Blaise to deny her that?

He smirked.

Written for Flying Lessons – Misunderstanding: He/She smirked [Four poster bed]