Chapter 8

Just to clarify, Hermione isn't the Head Girl! I just thought that since she's ALWAYS the head girl in fanfics, I;d let her enjoy life without the responsibilities of head girl in this story! I can't change the fact that she isn't a prefect though, since that was mentioned in the story! J

And don't you just miss Zabini? I always imagine him a good guy trying to be bad so that he can fit in!

Draco pulled back, breathing heavily. His face was tinged an adorable red and his blue eyes were filled with confusion.

I didn't know what to do, so I resorted to staring intently at my drink. There was just a little chocolate left and I wondered if I should leave it for later. I certainly didn't want to wash away the taste of his lips.

He smirked, and I looked at him questioningly.

He met my gaze straight- on with an icy stare that made me shift uncomfortably, and said "You seem to like kissing me, Granger."

I felt my cheeks getting warmer. "It's not a one- way thing."

"Oh really? Don't even dream of me ever wanting to kiss you."

Huh?

He continued, "I was just testing to see if you liked me. After all, who wouldn't?" He laughed a little, "I just love feeling wanted, don't you? Oh wait, you don't get to feel wanted."

I stared at him, aghast. Had he simply been using me or something?

There was a white hot rage bubbling inside me, and I stood up abruptly, almost over-turning the table.

"You started the kiss, not me." I said to him in a strained voice as I tried not to explode with anger, "I don't like you." I made sure to emphasize each word, so that he got the point. "I never did, and I never will. If anything, I hate you to the core, Draco Malfoy."

And with that, I stalked away and out of the shop, my head held high. I hid my face so that he wouldn't have a chance to see the amount of hurt he had inflicted on me. No way was I going to let him get the kick out of what he had done. Such a jerk.

I had walked quite a distance when I realized that I had left my bag on the seat beside him.

I groaned. I was definitely not going back to get it. So how was I suppose to do with nothing?

I spotted a seat, so I went over to sit down.

The man beside me tensed visibly as I took the seat beside him on the bench in the mall. He held a newspaper high in his hand and hid behind it.

I was beginning to think this very suspicious and was letting my hand edge to my wand when he suddenly sighed, and put down the paper.

"Hey." He said reluctantly.

I looked over and got the shock of my life.

"Z- Zabini?"

"Small world, huh?"

"Y- yeah."

I stared at the familiar face, not believing my sight. His hand was a dark bronze and his eyes were a funny metallic sliver. Sliver?

"If you're wondering about the eyes, they have been this colour for two years. Don't say I didn't warn you, but I'm a vampire." He said, his voice dull and bored.

My eyes widened and I felt my jaw drop.

He raised an eye brow when I didn't unfreeze, and said in the same bored voice, "I'm here because I was with that vampire who attacked you just now. But I couldn't bring you back to the coven as I was ordered to, because Draco-" He stopped abruptly, and quickly said "because I can't kill you."

"Why?" I asked, puzzled.

He cast an annoyed glance at me, and replied with two words. "Shut up."

"Argh, that's just like Malfoy. What's up with you Slyths?"

He smirked in a Malfoy- fashion. "We're just so irresistible."

"I did not mean it that way, seriously."

He turned so that he was facing me, a mischievous grin on his cute face. "I saw you kissing Malfoy."

"Y- you're delusional."

"Me dulusional? Ha! That would be like pigs flying." He snorted, rolling his eyes, before turning back to me with a more serious look in his eyes. There was a glint of something in his eyes. "You like him."

I scoffed loudly. "In your dreams."

"Oh. So you go around kissing guys?"

"What? No!"

"I see. So you do like him."

"I don't." I growled, getting impatient with his silly train of thought.

"Then I guess you won't mind-"

He grabbed my chin and pulled me towards him, crushing his lips on mine. Gently, he began to lick my lips, ignoring the stares from on- lookers.

IDIOT! He was licking away the taste of Draco! What an idiot!

I tried to push him away, but found that I couldn't move. What- since when-

"Blaise Zabini, are you quite done?" Came a familiar velvety voice forced through clenched teeth.

Zabini pulled back, and his lips turned up arrogantly, as if he had just proven a point.

I felt my muscles relax, so that I could move again.

Malfoy looked calm, but I could tell that he was trying to hide a violent emotion in those clear blue eyes.

"Hello, Draco." Zabini said politely, as if nothing had happened.

Malfoy gritted his teeth. "Hello, Blaise. Mind telling me what you two were doing?"

Zabini frowned in mock puzzlement. "Isn't it obvious enough?"

Malfoy closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, before looking at Zabini again.

"Blaise, I'm waiting for an explaination. Now. Didn't you know that you're not suppose to kiss my- that I- that she is-" Malfoy's eyes flitted to me, and he let out a groan of frustration just like I had earlier on.

Zabini still looked proud of what he had done, even as Malfoy sent him a killer- glare at him.

"Guys, that was not fun." I said, and I turned to walk off again.

"Wait." Malfoy said, and I felt his grip on my arm.

I shook it off and narrowed my eyes at him. "Do not touch me."

Malfoy looked taken aback, but he recovered quickly, and made a show of wiping his hand with his shirt- the tight black tee that made him look so sexy. Not that I noticed or anything.

"Your bag." Malfoy said, throwing me a shrunk version of my bag.

I caught it, thanked him curtly, and quickly walked away trying to pretend I didn't know he was staring at me.

Stupid Malfoy. Making use of me, huh? He and Zabini were such nice people. Then again, they were Slytherins. And the idea of Zabini being a vamp was just so out of this world. Although his features did seem to attract much female attention, a characteristic of vampires when luring their prey.

"Hello, little mudblood." Someone sneered.

I swerved around and held out my wand.

There, in the midst of the crowd, was a hooded figure. The muggles didn't seem to notice us but somehow, they steered clear of us, forming a bubble of space around the figure and I.

He had managed to trap me inside this space that repelled muggles.

"Hermione Jean Granger," He read from a list of words that had suddenly appeared in front of him, "meant to have died… one year ago in the battle against the Dark Lord. It seems that I will have to kill you to fulfill that."

There was a bitter taste in my mouth, and I considered making a run for it. I probably wouldn't be able to get through that shield without getting electrocuted or something.

"Who are you?" I said, trying to buy time as I thought of a plan.

"Let's just say, I'm the death- reaper." He replied, his voice filled with dark humour.

"Please, don't be melodramatic." I said, rolling my eyes and preparing myself for an attack. I would have to attack him first. Yes, that would give me a better chance of winning. But what spell? Would a disarming spell work? What if he knew wandless magic?

"Do not play games with me!" He hissed.

"I think you got that the wrong way. STUPEFY!"

A bolt of light shot towards him but he dodged it and started to aim spells at me- spells that were of dark magic. I formed small shields that I could hide behind and fired at him as often as I dared. It had been ages since I had last battled, and I was feeling a little out of practice.

All the spells he was firing seemed to have quite severe consequences. They got absorbed by the bubble, which seemed to turn a darker shade of purple with each hit. There was no way I was going to touch that bubble now.

Suddenly, there seemed to be multiple flashes all at the same time, flying past me and missing me by inches. There were more of them?

I peeked and managed to shoot down two of them, but there were still about ten more figures all advancing towards me.

Oh crap. Crap crap crap.

Suddenly, the air in the bubble shook with a resounding roar.

I had heard that roar before… well, maybe a milder version of it.

Looking up, I saw a huge dragon made of thick translucent ice. The ice was blue with a faint tinge of red, and green fire was coming out of its mouth towards the death- eaters.

My heart missed a beat. Draco!

The dragon glared ferociously at them as they shot spells that rebounded against it.

"Drakey, why don't we have some fun?" said the smooth velvety voice, before the dragon let out a smirk that was eerily similar to Malfoy's, and launched itself at the hooded figures.

"Are you alright?" Draco said, kneeling beside me, his beautiful blue eyes full of worry.

I nodded, and grabbed him, pulling him close to me as I let my guard fall. I was safe now. Draco was here.

Behind him, I vaguely registered Zabini shooting spells at the figures with an expression of extreme enjoyment, and the vicious attack of the dragon on the figures.

"Wait here." Draco whispered.

"Come back."

"I will."

I loosened my arms and he stood up. The look in his eyes made me shudder. It was murderous.

With a flick of his wand, the sounds suddenly stopped.

I peered behind my shield, and saw that each hooded figure was encased in a block of ice. Those whose hoods had fallen off were wearing faces of pure shock and amazement.

Well, I suppose it was extremely rare that someone had such great control over his element. Wizards rarely used their elements because it took a lifetime to master.

There were aurors waiting at the edge of the bubble, and Draco whispered an incantation that pierced a small hole in the bubble, just big enough for the aurors to slip inside.

They gathered the blocks of ice and bounded the figures when Draco released them. Then, they disappeared, leaving Draco, Zabini and I to clear up the bubble.

With a few lazy flicks of his wand, Zabini managed to destroy most of the bubble and soon, it dissipated.

"Zabini, check the area for possible suspects." Draco instructed, before walking over to me and wrapping an arm around me. "Feeling better?" He asked, his blue eyes warm and alluring.

I nodded, and tried to stop trembling. His touch was soothing, and his scent sweet.

I clung to Draco as tightly as I could, and as I felt his strong arms wrap themselves around me and his warm breath against my hair, I knew that I was safe.

YAY! PLEASE REVIEW! THANK YOU!

ISN'T BLAISE CUTE? COOL TWIST? HAHAHA AND I WILL ABSOLUTELY NOT CALL MALFOY A FERRET! POOR GUY'S BEEN CALLED THAT IN EVERY SINGLE FIC I'VE READ SO FAR!

WHAT DO YOU THINK? ANY IDEAS ABOUT WHO BLAISE SHOULD END UP WITH?