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this is going to be slash ( as usual)
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Chapter 4
Blaise stretched leisurely and nearly knocked a glass of water from his bedside table. "Shoot." Rubbing at his eyes he stood up and wndered into the bathroom. There he took a quick shower and washing his hair. After 10 minutes the darkhaired boy was finished and returned into his dorm, wet hair plastered to his forehead.
Quickly pulling on his schooluniform and robes, Blaise left the dorm and went to breakfast. Spying Draco at his usual spot, Blaise walked over abd sat don next to him. "Morning."
"Hello." Draco mumbled.
Blaise started eating when the owl post arrived bringeing the new 'Daily Prophet'. Blaise reached for a copy and started skimming the pages for an interessting article. Finally finding one in the sports section he read eagerly.
'German chaser, Michael Metzelder, was voted top european quidditchplayer last year. Will his prolonged elbow injury hurt his reputation? During the last season he was practically unable to catch the Quaffle or even score. Seemingly his trainer has called an "out" for his player so that he can "regenerate and return to his former greatness in the next season." '
Blaise pushed a piece of toast into his mouth and then left the table together with Pansy and Millicent.
That day during Potions the first major incident occured. The only people that ever had any clue about the whole issue were the Slytherins. The Gryffindors never even suspected that anything interessting was going on outside their own house.
It was half an hour into Double-Potions when Blaise suddenly noticed that Pansy looked exeedingly ill.
"Pansy? Is everything okay? You look really ill."
The girl caughed and Blaise noticed blood on her hand when it left her mouth.
"Sure, I'm fine." She smiled fakely and cvaughed again, louder this time.
She swayed a little and Blaise clasped her arm and helped her sit down.
"Prof. Snape?"
The tall menacing Slytherin walked over, ignoring Harry Potter and Ron Weasley's mess, as he heard the frightened voice of one of "his" students.
"What is it?"
"Pansy, sir. I think she's going to faint."
Snape leaned over the half conscious girl and sneered. "Mr. Malfoy? Would you mind helping Mr. Zabini here bring Ms. Parkinson to the infermry?"
"Sure, sir."
The two boys moved swiftly, not interupting the class and left the room without anyone noticing that they had departed.
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Chapter 4
Blaise stretched leisurely and nearly knocked a glass of water from his bedside table. "Shoot." Rubbing at his eyes he stood up and wndered into the bathroom. There he took a quick shower and washing his hair. After 10 minutes the darkhaired boy was finished and returned into his dorm, wet hair plastered to his forehead.
Quickly pulling on his schooluniform and robes, Blaise left the dorm and went to breakfast. Spying Draco at his usual spot, Blaise walked over abd sat don next to him. "Morning."
"Hello." Draco mumbled.
Blaise started eating when the owl post arrived bringeing the new 'Daily Prophet'. Blaise reached for a copy and started skimming the pages for an interessting article. Finally finding one in the sports section he read eagerly.
'German chaser, Michael Metzelder, was voted top european quidditchplayer last year. Will his prolonged elbow injury hurt his reputation? During the last season he was practically unable to catch the Quaffle or even score. Seemingly his trainer has called an "out" for his player so that he can "regenerate and return to his former greatness in the next season." '
Blaise pushed a piece of toast into his mouth and then left the table together with Pansy and Millicent.
That day during Potions the first major incident occured. The only people that ever had any clue about the whole issue were the Slytherins. The Gryffindors never even suspected that anything interessting was going on outside their own house.
It was half an hour into Double-Potions when Blaise suddenly noticed that Pansy looked exeedingly ill.
"Pansy? Is everything okay? You look really ill."
The girl caughed and Blaise noticed blood on her hand when it left her mouth.
"Sure, I'm fine." She smiled fakely and cvaughed again, louder this time.
She swayed a little and Blaise clasped her arm and helped her sit down.
"Prof. Snape?"
The tall menacing Slytherin walked over, ignoring Harry Potter and Ron Weasley's mess, as he heard the frightened voice of one of "his" students.
"What is it?"
"Pansy, sir. I think she's going to faint."
Snape leaned over the half conscious girl and sneered. "Mr. Malfoy? Would you mind helping Mr. Zabini here bring Ms. Parkinson to the infermry?"
"Sure, sir."
The two boys moved swiftly, not interupting the class and left the room without anyone noticing that they had departed.