Title: Concerning Blaise Zabini
Summary: Professor Trelawney is in charge of Valentine's Day this year. What happens when she bewitches roses to lead you to your soul mate? (Slash)
Genre(s): Fluff, Slash, Romance
Books Referenced: None in particular
Warning(s): Contains slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine. *points to JKR* Hers.
A/N: Hi all! Another chapter for you guys! I will be working on some more shortly, so make sure you check back, okie?! ^_^
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The next morning at breakfast, Draco took his usual seat near the head of the table and tried to ignore Pansy Parkinson as he surveyed the Slytherins. Something - or someone - was missing. Since he couldn't place it right at that moment, Draco shrugged and began eating. It wasn't until nearly half an hour later that Draco realised what was missing: Blaise Zabini.
***
Back in the Slytherin dorm, the missing Slytherin was currently rummaging through a trunk; not, of course, his own, but Draco's. After searching it thoroughly (and after pocketing quite a few items for his own use), Blaise straightened up and glanced around. He next looked through the items on the shelf above Draco's bed with no luck. Before leaving, Blaise cast his eyes around one more time and started to leave the room. As he did so, however, something caught his eye. A tiny corner of parchment was poking out from under Draco's mattress. Blaise grabbed it and headed down the stairs. In the common room, he sat in a large green armchair and looked at the single sheet.
It read: "Sunday: Never frown, because you never know who may be watching you smile," in a messy, grey-green scrawl. The hand was familiar to Blaise - as though he had seen it before, though he could not place where. He started looking through his bag, thinking perhaps he had seen it during one of his many conversations-via-notes. Before he could properly get started with his search, however, the rest of the House came back from breakfast and it was time for classes to begin. (A/N: They have one class on Sunday, two on Saturday, and anywhere from three to six on the weekdays. Just so you know.)
***
Harry rummaged through his bag, looking for his Potions notes from the day before. "Ron, have you seen my notes?" Ron looked up from his conversation with Hermione.
"What, have you lost them?"
"Obviously," said Harry, gesturing toward the contents of his freshly- emptied bag. "Can I use yours, then?" Ron shrugged at Harry and turned his attention back to Hermione.
Across the room, Draco was seated at a table with Blaise. Blaise's notes were spread out on the table as he made cheat-sheet copies to sell. Draco snatched one of the papers.
"This isn't your handwriting," he said, glancing at it. Blaise snatched it back.
"Of course not," Blaise said, tucking it back into place. "They're Potter's notes, I stole them yesterday. Why make your own notes when you can steal someone else's?" Draco shrugged at him and turned back to his own (legitimate) notes. Blaise continued copying, but not even a minute later, he began to realise that the writing was awfully familiar. It took him a moment, but finally it dawned on him; Blaise dove for his bag and fished the piece of parchment out of it. The writing on the parchment and the writing on the notes was from the same person. "Yo, Draco," said Blaise. "Why's Potter writing you?" Draco started.
"What? He's not writing to me!" he said defensively. Blaise stuck the 'Sunday' parchment under Draco's nose.
"Then why did you have this hidden in your room?" he asked. Draco snatched the parchment and shoved it into his bag.
"I stole it from him," lied Draco. "Him and the Weasel and the Mudblood were passing it around like it was important, so I grabbed it when they weren't looking. Figured it was important."
"You shouldn't steal," commented Blaise, turning back to his notes.
"You should talk," mumbled Draco as he continued studying.
Blaise, however, wasn't entirely convinced. Why would an old piece of parchment with a sappy quote seem important? *The quote is so worn out by now,* thought Blaise, *that Potter is obviously slow on the uptake, and if Draco thought it was significant, then he obviously is, too. Anyone could know that a piece of parchment with a day of the week on it is just some rubbish. I think there's more to this than meets the eye. And I'm going to figure out what it is, too.*
As soon as Potions was over, Blaise shot out of the dungeon and made for the Slytherin dorm; fortunately, he didn't have too far to go. He immediately went up the stairs and to Draco's bed, where he had found the first parchment. There, he discovered seven more parchments, though all that six of them had on them were days of the week. The last parchment, however, was immensely more interesting to Blaise.
It depicted a dragon walking around with a boy on its back. Squinting, Blaise could see that the boy was obviously the Potter boy, as he wore round glasses, and had ugly black hair and an unsightly scar on his forehead. Blaise pocketed the drawing.
Mere moments later, Draco came in as well.
"Give it to me, Blaise," said Draco quietly. Blaise feigned innocence.
"Give...what to you, sorry?"
"You know what of mine you've got, and I'm not asking you again to give it to me."
"Oh, this?" asked Blaise, holding up the drawing and waving it around. "I just found it on the floor. Did you draw it?" Draco was dangerously silent. "Or, perhaps, did Potter draw it? It was with those parchments of Potter's. So why, pray tell, have you got a drawing that Potter made, of a dragon," he paused to give the word 'dragon' special meaning, "a dragon and a Potter?"
"I stole it, with the other parchments. See, there was a meaning. It means poor little Potter's fallen for a Slytherin. How sweet; good thing the particular Slytherin's not going to give dishonour to the House and be stupid enough to fall for some random half-mudblood."
"So, then," said Blaise, "would you mind if I kept this? Would you mind if I posted it up? Would you mind if I....threw it into the fire?"
"I would indeed," replied Draco. "I happen to have a plan regarding this parchment. And so, since Malfoys show mercy on those they wish to, I shall ask you one more time to give me the sheet. Otherwise, I must remind you that I happen to know more curses and hexes than you do. Including the Unforgiveables. Nobody knows you're here, do they? I thought not," he said, as Blaise held the parchment out to him. Draco reached for it, and as he placed his hands on it, Blaise jerked upward, tearing the parchment in half. He smirked and waltzed out the door, waving cheerily after him.
Draco picked up the parchment, muttered the words 'Reparo parchment', and set it lovingly on the shelf. For a long moment, Draco sadly looked at the scar running across the parchment from where it had been torn moments earlier, then he turned and left the dorm. He had business to settle elsewhere now.
~*~
TBC
A/N: Thanks to Shadow for pointing out that stupid mistake! ^_^ I do that all the time, make really weird typoes...
Summary: Professor Trelawney is in charge of Valentine's Day this year. What happens when she bewitches roses to lead you to your soul mate? (Slash)
Genre(s): Fluff, Slash, Romance
Books Referenced: None in particular
Warning(s): Contains slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine. *points to JKR* Hers.
A/N: Hi all! Another chapter for you guys! I will be working on some more shortly, so make sure you check back, okie?! ^_^
~*~
The next morning at breakfast, Draco took his usual seat near the head of the table and tried to ignore Pansy Parkinson as he surveyed the Slytherins. Something - or someone - was missing. Since he couldn't place it right at that moment, Draco shrugged and began eating. It wasn't until nearly half an hour later that Draco realised what was missing: Blaise Zabini.
***
Back in the Slytherin dorm, the missing Slytherin was currently rummaging through a trunk; not, of course, his own, but Draco's. After searching it thoroughly (and after pocketing quite a few items for his own use), Blaise straightened up and glanced around. He next looked through the items on the shelf above Draco's bed with no luck. Before leaving, Blaise cast his eyes around one more time and started to leave the room. As he did so, however, something caught his eye. A tiny corner of parchment was poking out from under Draco's mattress. Blaise grabbed it and headed down the stairs. In the common room, he sat in a large green armchair and looked at the single sheet.
It read: "Sunday: Never frown, because you never know who may be watching you smile," in a messy, grey-green scrawl. The hand was familiar to Blaise - as though he had seen it before, though he could not place where. He started looking through his bag, thinking perhaps he had seen it during one of his many conversations-via-notes. Before he could properly get started with his search, however, the rest of the House came back from breakfast and it was time for classes to begin. (A/N: They have one class on Sunday, two on Saturday, and anywhere from three to six on the weekdays. Just so you know.)
***
Harry rummaged through his bag, looking for his Potions notes from the day before. "Ron, have you seen my notes?" Ron looked up from his conversation with Hermione.
"What, have you lost them?"
"Obviously," said Harry, gesturing toward the contents of his freshly- emptied bag. "Can I use yours, then?" Ron shrugged at Harry and turned his attention back to Hermione.
Across the room, Draco was seated at a table with Blaise. Blaise's notes were spread out on the table as he made cheat-sheet copies to sell. Draco snatched one of the papers.
"This isn't your handwriting," he said, glancing at it. Blaise snatched it back.
"Of course not," Blaise said, tucking it back into place. "They're Potter's notes, I stole them yesterday. Why make your own notes when you can steal someone else's?" Draco shrugged at him and turned back to his own (legitimate) notes. Blaise continued copying, but not even a minute later, he began to realise that the writing was awfully familiar. It took him a moment, but finally it dawned on him; Blaise dove for his bag and fished the piece of parchment out of it. The writing on the parchment and the writing on the notes was from the same person. "Yo, Draco," said Blaise. "Why's Potter writing you?" Draco started.
"What? He's not writing to me!" he said defensively. Blaise stuck the 'Sunday' parchment under Draco's nose.
"Then why did you have this hidden in your room?" he asked. Draco snatched the parchment and shoved it into his bag.
"I stole it from him," lied Draco. "Him and the Weasel and the Mudblood were passing it around like it was important, so I grabbed it when they weren't looking. Figured it was important."
"You shouldn't steal," commented Blaise, turning back to his notes.
"You should talk," mumbled Draco as he continued studying.
Blaise, however, wasn't entirely convinced. Why would an old piece of parchment with a sappy quote seem important? *The quote is so worn out by now,* thought Blaise, *that Potter is obviously slow on the uptake, and if Draco thought it was significant, then he obviously is, too. Anyone could know that a piece of parchment with a day of the week on it is just some rubbish. I think there's more to this than meets the eye. And I'm going to figure out what it is, too.*
As soon as Potions was over, Blaise shot out of the dungeon and made for the Slytherin dorm; fortunately, he didn't have too far to go. He immediately went up the stairs and to Draco's bed, where he had found the first parchment. There, he discovered seven more parchments, though all that six of them had on them were days of the week. The last parchment, however, was immensely more interesting to Blaise.
It depicted a dragon walking around with a boy on its back. Squinting, Blaise could see that the boy was obviously the Potter boy, as he wore round glasses, and had ugly black hair and an unsightly scar on his forehead. Blaise pocketed the drawing.
Mere moments later, Draco came in as well.
"Give it to me, Blaise," said Draco quietly. Blaise feigned innocence.
"Give...what to you, sorry?"
"You know what of mine you've got, and I'm not asking you again to give it to me."
"Oh, this?" asked Blaise, holding up the drawing and waving it around. "I just found it on the floor. Did you draw it?" Draco was dangerously silent. "Or, perhaps, did Potter draw it? It was with those parchments of Potter's. So why, pray tell, have you got a drawing that Potter made, of a dragon," he paused to give the word 'dragon' special meaning, "a dragon and a Potter?"
"I stole it, with the other parchments. See, there was a meaning. It means poor little Potter's fallen for a Slytherin. How sweet; good thing the particular Slytherin's not going to give dishonour to the House and be stupid enough to fall for some random half-mudblood."
"So, then," said Blaise, "would you mind if I kept this? Would you mind if I posted it up? Would you mind if I....threw it into the fire?"
"I would indeed," replied Draco. "I happen to have a plan regarding this parchment. And so, since Malfoys show mercy on those they wish to, I shall ask you one more time to give me the sheet. Otherwise, I must remind you that I happen to know more curses and hexes than you do. Including the Unforgiveables. Nobody knows you're here, do they? I thought not," he said, as Blaise held the parchment out to him. Draco reached for it, and as he placed his hands on it, Blaise jerked upward, tearing the parchment in half. He smirked and waltzed out the door, waving cheerily after him.
Draco picked up the parchment, muttered the words 'Reparo parchment', and set it lovingly on the shelf. For a long moment, Draco sadly looked at the scar running across the parchment from where it had been torn moments earlier, then he turned and left the dorm. He had business to settle elsewhere now.
~*~
TBC
A/N: Thanks to Shadow for pointing out that stupid mistake! ^_^ I do that all the time, make really weird typoes...
