VII. Screamed

Blaise was slowly having to revise his previous opinion that Hufflepuffs were nothing more than a load of failures who had no clue about anything at all. At least the Hufflepuff sixth year that he currently had pinned to a tree by the greenhouses certainly seemed to know exactly what he was meant to do, and Blaise was rather enjoying himself. He smiled into the kiss, content in the knowledge that nothing could disturb him…

"Zabini, get the bloody hell away from my brother!"

And suddenly there was the disturbance, this time in the form of a screaming, thoroughly annoyed looking Tracey Davis. Oh dear.

Tracey shot a piercing scowl at Blaise, but quickly turned her attention to the Hufflepuff, who Blaise now knew was her older brother.

"And as for you, you're incorrigible! Zabini's in my year, which means he's underage, so don't get any more idiotic ideas. And besides that, since when have you even liked boys?"

Tracey's hissing reminded Blaise a little too much of Millicent's cat just before it was going to try and scratch someone's eyes out. He had no doubt that Tracey would be scratching someone's eyes out soon, too, as the annoyed sneer on her face intensified as her brother tried to mumble his way out of the situation. No wonder he was a Hufflepuff.

"What are you still doing here?" Tracey growled at Blaise. Yes, she had definitely been possessed by Millicent's cat – otherwise why would she be getting so angry? It was a massive overreaction if ever he'd seen one. Then Tracey's hand was on her wand, which Blaise took as his cue to leave, fast.

Maybe he'd be able to convince Theodore to stop Tracey hexing him later. Well, hopefully, but Tracey was just unreasonable: he hadn't even done anything wrong!