Chapter 3- Zabini
I watched as Hermione neatly folded every single one of her blouses and skirts. Every once in a while she's scoff and mumble something hateful towards Malfoy. I laughed at her. She wasn't taking this Draco Malfoy thing very positively.
"What, Ginny?" She snapped after I laughed. I rolled my eyes. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. I smirked to myself.
"Nothing. It's just…well, you shouldn't be so mad about having Malfoy as a partner…" I started. She glared at me and started to close up her trunk.
"Why the bloody hell not?" She demanded. I looked at her innocently.
"Because…everyone knows you and Malfoy are like perfect for each other." I mumbled lightly.
"WHAT" Hermione screeched. I fell onto her bed laughing.
"You're kidding right?" Hermione asked, seeing my reaction was a bit unusual.
"Of course!" I said once I regained my voice. "But seriously, you should try to have a better attitude." I said in all seriousness.
"Ginny, don't tease me…"
"After all, this is a class. You want to get an "O" right?" I questioned. I knew Hermione was trapped. Her lust for good grades is stronger than any hate she had for Malfoy. I smiled.
"Easy for you to say. You got Blaise Zabini. He's like…gorgeous." Hermione muttered. I flipped my hair.
"Draco's not so bad either."
"Ginny!" Hermione cried, outraged.
"Put all the names and every argument you've had with him to the side and look at his face." I demanded. Hermione huffed but closed her eyes.
"I suppose his hair does look rather soft. It hangs in his eyes, which is better than that awful haircut he used to have… and his eyes are like silver. But they're also deep and defined…" Hermione rambled on about Malfoy's looks. I couldn't help it. I laughed and screamed 'I told you so'.
"Oh grow up Ginny." Hermione muttered, embarrassed.
"Never." I said leaving her room before she could hex me.
"Attention all Seventh years! Please find your partners and prepare for the pregnancy spell!" Dumbledore announced into Great Hall. Hermione and I set our things down at Gryfinndore table. Harry and Ron suddenly came running threw the doors with all their trunks being pulled behind them. They pulled up to us, huffing and puffing.
"Sorry we're late." Harry managed to get out. I chuckled.
"You're just in time." Hermione murmured. Ever since this morning when I teased her she's been down. I sighed. I should probably apologize to her. I turned around to start looking for Zabini. Luckily, I didn't have to look for long. He was standing right in front of me.
"Hey." Zabini said. His face was inches from mine. I noticed that his eyes were a dark violet, and his skin was more tan than chocolate. His hair was shaggy but styled just right. Merlin's pants, this guy was drop dead gorgeous.
"Hi." I smiled shyly. Bloody hell, this wasn't me! I never smile shyly. Hermione coughed, interrupting our moment.
"Zabini, have you seen Malfoy?" Hermione asked politely. I glared at her.
"Yeah, he's over at his normal spot at Slytherin table. He's waiting for you." Zabini muttered, he sounded annoyed. Perhaps, he was annoyed at Hermione's interruption as well. Hermione muttered something angrily before stomping over to the Slytherin table. I noticed also that Harry and Ron had disappeared. Huh.
"You're pretty." Zabini said. I blushed despite myself.
"You're not so bad yourself." I returned the compliment.
"It's safe to our child is going to be the hottest." He said. I smirked.
"Oh guaranteed."
"And a fabulous quidditch player. But he'll get that from me." Zabini muttered cockily.
"Whoa there Zabini. You couldn't even get the quaffle past my brother. And my brother's skills leave something yet to be desired." He chuckled.
"I didn't want to embarrass him too much."
"Please…a slytherin who didn't take the opportunity to embarrass a Gryfinndore is unheard of." I replied. He smiled. Like a genuine smile. He actually looked even hotter if that's possible.
"Now males/future fathers take your wands and say 'Amore Deinfinite' this is the spell that'll impregnate the females/future moms." Dumbledore announced. Zabini took out his wand and twirled it between his fingers.
"You ready for this?" He asked. I smirked a smirk that could revile Malfoy's smirk.
"I was born ready, sparky." I replied calling him a random nickname. He smiled and murmured the spell. Suddenly, an intense pain in my stomach made me fall over. Zabini caught me and I groaned. I heard other groans and shouts of pain throughout Great Hall. I inferred that it must be a side effect. Within seconds, the pain was gone. Zabini planted me back on my feet and raised an eyebrow.
"Falling on top of me? Please, you want me so bad." He teased. I rolled my eyes and mumbled a you wish in reply. I subconsciously felt my stomach. Yes, there was definitely something in there.
