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Keep Guessing
Chapter 10
by Metamorphis
As a rule of thumb, Blaise had only two missions in life – To prank everyone within a miles radius of him and to publicly humiliate as many people as possible. And why would this typical Slytherin boy go to such lengths for no apparent reason? To understand the true cause, one must delve into the deep psyches of the individual – and seeing the deep psyches of the above mentioned individual is should probably be left alone due to its contagious disturbingness, Blaise Zambini will probably be never understood.
Which was exactly how Hermione felt when Blaise, who she doesn't think she's ever talked to during her years at Hogwarts, threw a bunch of flowers in her lap during breakfast, in the FULL VIEW OF THE ENTIRE GREAT HALL, gave her a shy smile and walked off with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face. Hermione didn't know what to think, so she began to psychoanalyse Blaise (which, the reader should be warned, is never a good idea). What where Blaise's intentions when he gave her the flowers? To woo her, to make up for the many years of silence between them, to confess his deep undying love—Hermione realised how pathetically sappy she was and moved onto more realistic motives. Perhaps he was delivering the flowers on behalf of a fellow Slytherin? Unlikely, as it so happened that Blaise is known for having not too many friends. Delivering the flowers on behalf of his friends? The last time Hermione checked, Blaise's only actual friend was Malfoy. And the idea of receiving flowers from a ferret almost made her feel as if the flowers would spontaneously combust. Not sure of what to actually do with the flowers, Hermione decided to perform her charitable deed of the day, and bestow it upon her fellow Griffyndor, Lavender (who she still hasn't forgiven for starting all those STUPID rumours, still, what better way to reconcile than with a bunch of flowers?). She conveniently forgot that the bouquet was practically thrown in her lap, in the full view of everyone in the hall, which, most tragically, was to be her downfall.
"Oh Hermione, what lovely flowers!" Lavender said excitedly, with a gleam in her eye. Hermione looked around for an escape route – where are Harry and Ron when you need them? – And, finding none, she decided to go though with her charity, after all, some people need flowers more than others.
"You like the flowers?" fake smile, "so you wouldn't mind taking them would you?"
"You don't like the flowers? But Blaise gave them to you as a token of his undying love!" Lavender spewed out, her eyes widening as she realised the implication of her words.
"Hello? Earth to Lavender?"
In reply, Lavender sprinted off (not before practically ripping the flowers off Hermione –she did need evidence for her claims, you know) in search of her trusty comrade in gossip.
Draco saw the pathetic scene where Blaise was practically oozing with fake embarrassment and tossed the bouquet onto Granger's lap. That snivelling little, slug-like git! Trying to sabotage his victory. Well, Draco thought, mentally cracking his knuckles, this means war! With that, he stormed off, with a melodramatic flourish of his cloak, to the Slytherin dungeons, where he was going to plan the perfect revenge.
Blaise chuckled; everything was falling into place for him. Public humiliation for Draco, for whatever reason Blaise doesn't know, but it seemed like a good idea at the time, and the perfect way to ensure he lost the bet. He stalked stealthily behind Draco, watching the other boy's movements towards the dungeons, and taking out his wand, cast a direction spell on Draco.
Step. Step. Step. Draco walked through the path towards the dungeons, his mind weighed down with his responsibility to rid the world of Zambini! Ahem, to rid the world of his powers of humiliation anyway. Little did he know what he would find…
A/N: woe, oh woe! Why is it that I never update? Gah! it must be all the homework that the teachers insist on piling upon us. What they don't relise is "hello! we have lives too!"
Anyway, enough of my rambling about homework (physics is evil! - yes, i should probably go knock my self out now)
(The person known as Evie is currently in a state of unconciousness, despite the many sharp projectiles being thrown at her from annoyed fan fic readers due to her VERY incosistent updates)
(And from her unconcious state, she sends a telepathic message to all the readers of this humble fic out there, saying 'review if anyone is still reading this fic' and 'see you next time'. Which is aperfectly idiotic comment if you think about it, despite its figurative-ness)
Evie :o)