Okay! It's here! You can stop threatening me now! (eyes Mel pointedly) You begged for it, so now i give you chapter three, explaining why Blaise was being such a bitch. Completely OOC, but all my HP books have gone walkies so I can't really help it. And yes, I know it's short, but beggars can't be choosers. This is just to keep the mob at bay for a while. (giggles) I have a mob! (giggles again) Oh! And also, school just started again and as I'm now in Year 10 (meep!) all my teachers are piling homework and revision and scary talk about GCSEs on me, so unfortunately updates will not be all that regular. Soz.

Blaise didn't really want the other Slytherins to worship him, but he knew that Draco did. And so he took them. He didn't really care if Draco messed up in Potions, but everyone else did. And so he milked it for all it was worth. Even now as Pansy Parkinson was flitting around him, whispering naughty somethings in his ear, Blaise felt no satisfaction in her adoring him like a god. Only in Draco's face when he saw all that was once his suddenly become Blaise's. Because it hurt him. The way he had hurt Blaise. He deserved every last bit of it.

That night when Draco had come storming into the dormitory ridiculously late, everyone wanted to know why his eyes were all red and puffy. The only answer they got was some incoherent mumbling about itching powder, and so they left it at that. But Blaise had known better; he knew Draco had been crying. And he desperately wanted to know who had made his pretty Malfoy cry, so he asked him.

"None of your damn business Zabini!" came the harsh reply. That was the first sting.

The next day Blaise overheard Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas gossiping over their breakfast about some incident involving itching powder. He knew straight away they were talking about Draco,

"I wish Neville hadn't made us let him go. I would have loved to have seen that itching powder go down his pants!" chortled Dean.

Seamus grinned back. "Yeah! But I still wanna know what on earth he was doing by Neville's bed! I mean, did you see any evidence of him doing anything shady?"

"Not a shred of evidence."

"So...what was he doing?" Neither of the boys had an answer. But Blaise did. He knew exactly what Draco was doing, because he had done it so many times to Draco. And the thought of Draco, pure beautiful Draco, going anywhere near that bumbling idiot Longbottom made Blaise want to vomit. That was the second sting.

The third and final sting happened in Potions, just after Draco had his accident. Blaise had watched with concern as that dreadful smoke had billowed out of Draco's cauldron. He had watched as panic slapped itself all over his perfect face, as his eyes darted across the room in search of a friendly face to support him, and as those desperate pools of grey flew right past Blaise and landed right on tubby Neville Longbottom. And that was it. He knew Draco would never think of him the same way he thought of Draco. No, he would always turn to that stupid Neville!

Well Draco, he thought, If I can't be with you, then I'll fucking be you! I'll show you what it's like to be humiliated by you, and then we'll see how much fucking Longbottom appeals!

It had taken just a few snide comments in just the right places to completely flatten Draco's empire. Blaise was disheartened at how easy it was, because it showed just shallow the boy's life was. After that it was easy to stay angry at Draco, to remain disgusted at how pathetic he had become. All Blaise had to do was think of everything he would have given that blonde, how complete he would have made him, and how Draco had ignored him in favour of some snivelling Gryffindor with a pet toad! It was enough to make him see red for days. So he did. And it felt good.

A quiet voice roused Blaise from his triumphant musings, "Blaise?" He turned round to find Draco standing behind him, looking resignedly forlorn.

"What is it Malfoy?" he spat.

"Nothing..." He shuffled from one foot to another and sighed. "Well, something really."

"What?" Blaise was becoming impatient.

"I was just wondering what I'd done to make you hate me so much." The pleading look on Draco's face instantly melted all of Blaise's anger away.

"Draco, I..."

"Well, I was at first." Draco interrupted, discarding the pleading look with a wave. "Then I realised that I don't particularly care anymore." His tone was suddenly icy cold, the way it used to be. "Spending time being completely isolated from leeches like Pansy showed me just how much I don't need them. Now I'm free, so whatever your reasons were for ruining my life, I just want to offer you my deepest gratitudes for showing me how shallow and empty my life was before. I hope you have more fun with it than me." And with that Draco turned and left, with a satisfied smirk slapped on his thin lips. Blaise was rendered completely and utterly gobsmacked.

So much for humiliating him... he thought, sinking miserably into the nearest chair.

#Woo! Mucho cursewords in this one. Musn't let my mum read it...(giggles)

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P.S. Happy 25th B-day Mikey Way for September 10th! Nobody told me at the time so I couldn't celebrate on the actual day, but at least I can get other people to join me in my late-b-day celebrations! (eyes readers suspiciously) Right? Come on, be enthusiastic! He's one of the Way brothers, for Pablo's sake! As in MyChemicalRomance? You worship them, right? Well, you should. But Mikey is mine, so hands off! (grr!)

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blue ajah: Aww...what a nice review. Short, sweet and simple. I'm happy that you like it, thankies for dropping by! Means a lot to me, it really does!

Saziikins: Aha! A fellow Year 10! And therefore a fellow Brit! (squeals) You have Science exams on 24th November? Hmm...that rings bells. I think I do too...I should really pay more attention...but oh well! Good luck to you on yours! (giggles) Lemmings are fascinating, aren't they? And they're constantly attacking a friend of mine in rabid fashion, flanked by badgers and voles. Poor, poor guy...where was I?
Oh yes! The review! (sighs with relief) Considering Blaise is one of your fave characters, I am so glad you like this insight to him. I was scared i was gonna completely screw it up and offend his fans, but as you like it i suppose i can relax a bit. Yay! Love triangle! (thank Veritas Indolentia Adamo for that) I am gonna have so much fun with this...glad you enjoyed Draco's reaction. I couldn't have him completely melting into a pool of self-loathing and misery, because that just wouldn't be draco would it? And of course Seamus and Dean had to get in on this chapter...because I love them more than Harry himself and share your appreciation for the supporting characters of HP who should have books of their very own! (toddles off grumbling about lack of Seamus/Dean action in book) Thankies for reviewing! You are much adored!

Veritas: No! Please, have mercy! I can only write so much! Wait, don't hate Blaise because of me! He doesn't deserve it really, he's one of the few reasonable Slytherins! Oh, what have i done? (giggles) Alas, my dear chum, I shall never have MSN for my father claims it to be too much of a virus risk, and my mother is paranoid about chatrooms and other such things on the internet, so it can never be...
Woot! Mikey Way! One day I am gonna show you the video for Ghost of You and it'll blow the Green Day outta your (ahem!) ears! And you'll probably laugh at me for fancying Mikey the way Mara did, but now she's converted so beware! Mwaha!

xxStardreamerxx: Woo! Thank you! Much appreciated!

Veritas(again): Yeah. He's a nutcase. (giggles)