Dear Diary – Chapter 1113/08/2007 13:53:00

Blaise Zambini woke up with devilish intention, well at least more than usual. As his eyes adjusted to the bright nature of his bedroom he glanced to his right and smirked.

She was still there with him. It was a Saturday and a Hogsmeade weekend and yet she remained with him. A warm feeling of satisfaction spread through his body while he moved to touch her soft skin.

She was radiant. The sunlight from the window shone on her carelessly, illuminating her smooth and pale skin. His breath hitched in his throat for a moment as he scrutinized her. Why was she willing to throw everything away for Draco?

Would he really have to give this up?

He was suddenly angry. The very thought of giving this angel to Draco to spoil infuriated him. Draco would not appreciate this, Draco would not love her, and most importantly there was a high chance Draco would get her killed. He got out of the bed and stood tall, he gazed out of the window in apparent thought never minding the fact that he was naked. He glanced back at the woman in his bed and let out a sigh.

"If only…" he whispered.

If only he had some kind of clue about she felt about him, Blaise Zambini. If she could fall in love with the Slytherin Prince, surely she would have no qualms against Blaise. He needed that dairy. He needed to know, if she didn't care for him at all she was a damn good actress and he would go along with the original plan.

He turned around, fully facing the sleeping beauty.

But if she felt about him the same way he did her…things would certainly have to change.

"Accio robe"

His robes flew over to him and he caught them effortlessly. The fine quality of the fabric grazed against numerous wounds, he laughed at this. Hermione looked quite the innocent little mudblood, but she certainly could leave a mark.

Done dressing, he quietly crept over to Granger and kissed her lightly on her forehead. She murmured something in response and lazily rolled away from his affection. He stood still for a moment to register this action and how it made him feel. Blaise had always known what he wanted from the day he was born was by no means an indecisive man and had to this day never regretted any choice he had made, but this little action from Granger caused him to rethink his actions.

"You'll be the death of me Granger"

He turned around and walked indifferently out of the door. He stopped outside in the hallway and stole a glance at the disappearing door. He was worried about her. It was another emotion he didn't come across very often, but he ignored it and set off towards the Slytherin common room.

Draco had been awake for hours waiting for Blaise's appearance. He had taken a shower, was dressed and ready and was lounging on a couch in the common room wearing the perfect signature Malfoy scowl.

The other inhabitants of the common room had long since cleared out for Hogsmeade. Pansy had made a sordid attempt at getting him to come along for she couldn't understand why he needed to speak to Blaise so desperately.

"He's a Zambini Draco" she purred "They were always known to be reckless and unpredictable, so him fucking the mudblood should come as no surprise to you."

She was right, ever since they had been in contact his father; Lucius had hinted about the Zambini family's numerous scandals and hadn't liked the idea of his only son fraternizing with such a loose cannon.

But Draco never cared for rumors when it came to Zambini; he was too good of a friend to question. Blaise has always been the quite cunning type, always planning some sort of prank or spell to torture the first years. Blaise was fun, and in Drano's life fun was something very hard to come by.

He had been his sole confidant, and Draco was sure Blaise felt the same way about him, that is until now. He felt betrayed and partly disgusted.

"Granger?"

He sneered in disbelief. She was not something to be proud over, he knew Blaise knew this, Blaise simply had to know this. She one third of the Golden Trio, she was a mudblood and she was in Gryffindor! Never mind her merit as a woman or sexual appeal, there were plenty of pure bloods that surpassed her in both of those areas. Draco just couldn't understand. Why Granger? What was Blaise up to?

He knew Blaise; he knew that there had to be something else. Blaise was not spontaneous, he did not fall in love haphazardly, and he planned everything he did.

Granger just didn't make sense.

"What are you still doing here Draco?"

Draco bolted up and gave Blaise a stony glare.

"Shouldn't you be in Hogsmeade with Pansy?"

Blaise continued, not even sparing the angry Slytherin a glimpse as he made his way up the stairs to the boy's dormitory. Draco followed him silently up the stairs and sat quietly on his bed while Blaise undressed. Blaise paid no heed to the brooding Malfoy but knew the reason behind Draco's behavior.

"Blaise…"

Blaise did not stop him ministrations at the mention of his name, instead he replied with a 'yes' and continued to look for another robe that did not smell like a Granger.

"What is going on with you and the mudblood?"

Draco looked directly at Blaise, hoping he would give something away in his physical appearance. Draco half-hoped that Blaise had been charmed. Blaise chuckled, but still did not regard Draco.

"I would prefer it if you didn't call her that, give her some respect if you please. She IS my girlfriend after all" Blaise replied.

"Blaise what the bloody hell are you on about? IT'S FUCKING GRANGER! She is the dirty little mudblood slut who remains Potter's property. What is going on? I know you Zambini, you're just like me and I would never fuck a Granger, or a mudblood, or anything that Potter has touched!"

Draco was flustered now; he didn't expect this kind of attitude from Blaise. Blaise looked up at him now, his expression stoic and somewhat antagonizing.

"I didn't realize who I chose to fuck and why was community information Draco. I am not one of your drones Malfoy. Unlike you I form my own opinions and believes based on what I see not from what my father bottle-fed me."

Draco's defense immediately went up, hardening his features he scowled.

"Have you been charmed Zambini? What has that little muggle bitch done to you?"

For a moment Blaise said nothing, and looked upon Draco with a satisfying smirk, holding something unreadable in his eyes.

The front Draco had put up wavered unsteadily at this. His father's words about the Zambini family began to rush towards his conscience.

They are known renegades Draco. They give away nothing and take nothing. Unless you make an enemy of yourself, and even then you would not know. The Zambini's are a treacherous gypsy like clan Draco. Do not think you know the boy, do not let the boy know you.

A flash of fear presented itself on Draco's face. Both parties remained speechless though continued to gaze at each other. Blaise stood tall, proud, dark and imposing where as Draco had an air of uncertainty about him.

"Is that all you wanted Draco? I have to get dressed. I have a date with Hermione in Hogsmeade. So please excuse me."

The words flew past Draco all too quickly just as Blaise seemingly disappeared. Draco noted that Blaise's departing demeanor was no different from usual. He was casual, composed and almost jovial.

He had left Draco in the same state he had met him in, if not an even worse condition. He would have to find out for himself. He jumped off the bed and practically sprinted out of the door.

He would have to see this for himself. He would know how Granger managed to infiltrate Blaise Zambini.

The fucking mudblood.

Dear Dairy,

Blaise is getting more and more attentive each day; I'm not quite sure what to do about it. He has also seen you, and I'm almost sure he'll do anything in his power to get his hands on you.

I woke up alone this morning in the RR; he had folded my clothes and left me breakfast.

I don't know what to think of this anymore. He is doing so much more than was expected of him. What will I pay him with? Even the sex now has become about me. All he wants to do is please me, touch me, kiss me, hear me scream…so on and so forth. It's tiring but at the same time bloody fantastic.

It seems as though the more I see of Blaise the less I see of Draco. But you never know. Today is a new day. It's a Hogsmeade day in fact, and I have a scheduled date with the fake bf.

Hopefully we'll see Draco. I honestly can't imagine how we are going to get this to work. A part of me doesn't really want it anymore, but then I think of Draco Malfoy and how much I've adored him over the years that thought is banished.

As cliché as it is, the man's beauty totally overwhelms me.

Ron and Harry have been trying very hard to reacquaint themselves with me. I think one of them (or even both) is assuming that since I'm no longer a virgin I'd be willing to open my legs and let the STD trains in. What a laugh. Ginny has also been riding my back about Blaise. She just wants me to leave him for her to have her way with.

That infernal Weasel, if she weren't my best friend I would have killed her a long time ago. Blaise doesn't help the situation either, he is always flirting with her like some god damn Casanova and they both leave me there, the one to pity, the one with the unrequited love issues.

What little bitches. Whose fucking side are they on?

I'll write more later, I have to write an essay for Snape that is long overdue. He'll have a fit if I don't turn it in early. He's another little bitch.

That man will die a virgin.