Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, because that's JK (even though I want
to own Blaise) and I don't own Cryssa (cause Cryssa owns her) and I don't
own Kerri (cause Sara owns her). So. as you can see, I'm an ownless kind of
gal.
Blaise watched the boy leave. She refused to blink and stared open mouthed at the doorway. He left not twenty-five seconds after the Weasel! Twisting her napkin in motions she would've loved to use on Draco's neck, she made a noise of frustration. And just to attempt to take out her anger, she jammed her fork into her roast beef. It wasn't that good anyways.
"What's wrong with you?" asked a girl from across her.
Blaise looked up. The girl had dark skin, dark eyes and dark hair. Everything about her screamed attitude and that's saying a lot coming from Blaise. In an instant Blaise remembered who she was. Cryssa.
Like Blaise, she had relations to the Dark Lord and Draco for that matter. If Blaise died before she bore a child to Draco, Cryssa was next in line. This of course, led to the fact that the two despised each other.
But all this seemed to be unimportant as Cryssa smiled and reached for an orange next to her. She dug her sharp, perfect nails into the rough orange skin.
"So Draco's gone after that Weasley girl has he?" Pieces of orange fell onto the golden plate in front of her as she spoke. "Surprising."
Blaise lifted an eyebrow. "What makes you think that?"
Cryssa laughed a stunningly fake laugh. "Oh darling, you should see yourself. I honestly don't know who you think you're fooling." She slipped a sliver of dripping orange into her mouth, running her tongue to catch the residue. "It's so obvious. He's got that ridiculous love-sick look on his face. It's sickening really."
Blaise bit her lip while attempting to stare down the sneering girl in front of her. "Draco loves me." She said in between gritted teeth.
Her opponent nodded saying, "Of course, of course. But what if he really did love her. how awful. Especially with the engagement and all," she said briskly. Gasping she took Blaise's left hand, examining the ring and fingering the snake engraved on the side. "Oh my, what an extraordinary ring!" Blaise pulled her hand away, completely aware that Cryssa was mocking her ever so subtly. As she did so, the other girl smiled. "If it were me, which it isn't, and if I were marrying him, which I'm not let's hope, I would go to his father. After all. what would make Mr. Malfoy angrier then the find out his only son has been frolicking with some. mudblood lover." She dropped the orange that was completely mutated onto her plate and peered across at Blaise. "But that's just me." Smiling she added, "I better go, that idiot Professor Binns wants to see me for detention. Who knew throwing used socks at his head could qualify as 'class disruption'? See you later."
Blaise watched her go with hate blazing in her eyes.
She only wants Draco to herself, she thought while fingering her ring.
It was insane what she said. Draco was NOT falling in love with the weasel. Despite all of the signs, he was still utterly devoted to her and she would prove it. Tonight. Right after she played with a certain Boy-Who-Lived's heart.
*****
"Harry!" Harry turned around saw Blaise, in all her incredible beauty walking towards her.
He smiled and waved an arm while ignoring the confused looks Ron, Ginny and Hermione were giving him. They too had caught the Slytherin badge on her robes. She smiled and walked the final steps that were keeping her from him.
And then quickly, she swept up and swiftly kissed him. It was over in three seconds but still made enough impact to bring a red blush to Harry's face. Ron and Hermione gasped and looked back to how Ginny was taking this sudden twist in their best friend's love life. They gasped again to find that Ginny was perfectly fine. In fact, she even seemed to be staring past Blaise at a bunch of Slytherins that had gathered in the corner. The two shared puzzled glances and then returned their attention to Blaise and Harry.
"I'm so glad I found you!" Blaise exclaimed hurriedly. "My day has really been awful but when I saw you." And she smiled again, causing Harry to smile. His smile faded quickly however when he comprehended what Blaise was saying.
"What's happened today?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes. "Why's your day been awful?"
Blaise looked to her hands, brushing away her unshed tears onto her robes. "It's. it's." She tried to say what was bothering her but failed.
"Come on," Harry urged while rubbing the back of her hand.
This action appeared to have given Blaise strength because she smiled a forced smile and said, "It's Draco." At this Ginny's eyes suddenly became alert onto Blaise, as if really noticing her for the first time. "We. we were talking about you Ginny." Blaise looked at Ginny, her eyes holding nothing but innocence and concern. "He was telling me about how he made this bet." Ginny's face fell. "Apparently it was to see if he could well. you know." Harry, Ron and Hermione looked oddly at Blaise. They didn't know what she meant. They looked towards Ginny. She knew. Her face was red with anger. Tears of rage had built up in her eyes and threatened to shed any moment. "Oh, oh Ginny!" Blaise gasped, pulling her hand to her mouth. "I thought you knew! Oh! I feel so awful!" She made a motion to reach out and comfort Ginny but Ginny moved away. She was shaking her head in disbelief. Blaise turned to Harry. "I thought she knew!"
Ginny took a few steps backwards, once again staring past them into the crowd of green robed students. Then suddenly, she pushed through the four of them and half-walked, half-ran to the staircase. In doing so, she passed the Slytherins. A blonde haired one caught her arm.
"Hey." He said smoothly, dragging his hand up to her cheek.
The fire headed girl glared at him from under her bangs and brought his hand to her mouth, biting hard on it until he tasted blood.
"Rot in hell you son of a bitch!" She screamed and promptly ran up the stairs, leaving him staring in confusion.
Puzzled he looked to his left, seeing if maybe the Boy-Who-Lived could give him so hints. Instead he saw Blaise with her arm wrapped around Potter's shoulder. She smiled and waved a coy greeting. Blaise was never coy. Something was up and it wasn't good.
*****
Draco skipped dinner that night, unable to face Ginny. What the hell had been up with her today? She was acting as if they'd had sex already.
Not like he'd slept with her. They'd gotten close but just when his fingers fumbled against her breast while trying to get her robes off, she had looked up at him and smiled a longing smile.
"Please don't Draco. Not yet."
And how could he resist that? So he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair saying, "It's probably for the best. I've got Potions in ten minutes."
And Ginny smiled and nodded, buttoning her robes up. They left separately from the broom closet with ten minutes between them. Each breathing hard and absolutely, positively in love.
And that was it. They hadn't slept together and he hadn't broken her heart. he didn't think. So what was it?
It had to have been Blaise. Why else was she smiling like she had just conquered the entire world?
Hate burned up inside of him and he made a quick veer to the right, stumbling up the steps to the girl's dorm of the Slytherin house.
"Blaise!" He yelled as he burst through the door.
She was on her bed, covered completely by a sheet and doing what Draco had never seen her do- reading. Her eyes widened in surprise and then brightened.
"Draco." She said, her face lighting up into a slow, sexy smile. She patted the side of her bed. "Come sit."
He stepped forward unsurely and sat delicately on the bed. Draco had a feeling that underneath those covers, she was naked and all he could think to himself was: I will not get turned on. I will not get turned on.
But it was impossible because as soon as he sat down, she kissed him. He choked on the sudden presence of her tongue down his throat and for a minute, he felt completely free to let it explore. Until that is, he remembered why he came. He pulled away.
"What did you say to her?" He demanded.
She moaned. "Oh Draco, let's not talk about that now." And she kissed him, slowly backing down onto her pillow while forcing him to follow her. She placed his hands firmly on her breasts, smiling to him. "You want this." She said simply. Draco was trying fiercely to remove his hands from her but they seemed content to stay there and ignore his request. Groaning she said, "Come on Draco. from the time we were babies, you've wanted this." She dragged her tongue up his cheek, whispering into his ear, "I'm giving it to you." And her tongue once again entered into his mouth, wrapping itself around his. She thrust her pelvic up, groaning with desire.
Draco gave in and his tongue flitted into her mouth. He could feel her smile. Her hands slipped down his back, grabbing onto his butt.
Panicked he pulled away, removing his hands and tongue away from Blaise. She frowned.
"What is it?" She asked.
"This is wrong. This is so wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. I can't do this. Ginny! I love Ginny. It's not right!" Blaise gasped.
"What did you say?" She hissed. Her eyes were on fire, her lips were drawn tight, even her nose looked angry.
"Nothing." Draco said, backing away from her. His hand searched for the door knob and found it. "I'm leaving." And he did.
To say that Blaise screamed would be like saying a bald eagle was a hummingbird. She screeched. Picking up her book she threw it against the door. She reached for her lamp to throw that too but thought against it. Instead she picked up Kerri's, a fellow Slytherin who slept in the bed next to her, and throw that instead.
Wait a minute, she thought to herself, this was stupid. The solution to her problem was simple. She would just have to call in reinforcements that's all..
Blaise watched the boy leave. She refused to blink and stared open mouthed at the doorway. He left not twenty-five seconds after the Weasel! Twisting her napkin in motions she would've loved to use on Draco's neck, she made a noise of frustration. And just to attempt to take out her anger, she jammed her fork into her roast beef. It wasn't that good anyways.
"What's wrong with you?" asked a girl from across her.
Blaise looked up. The girl had dark skin, dark eyes and dark hair. Everything about her screamed attitude and that's saying a lot coming from Blaise. In an instant Blaise remembered who she was. Cryssa.
Like Blaise, she had relations to the Dark Lord and Draco for that matter. If Blaise died before she bore a child to Draco, Cryssa was next in line. This of course, led to the fact that the two despised each other.
But all this seemed to be unimportant as Cryssa smiled and reached for an orange next to her. She dug her sharp, perfect nails into the rough orange skin.
"So Draco's gone after that Weasley girl has he?" Pieces of orange fell onto the golden plate in front of her as she spoke. "Surprising."
Blaise lifted an eyebrow. "What makes you think that?"
Cryssa laughed a stunningly fake laugh. "Oh darling, you should see yourself. I honestly don't know who you think you're fooling." She slipped a sliver of dripping orange into her mouth, running her tongue to catch the residue. "It's so obvious. He's got that ridiculous love-sick look on his face. It's sickening really."
Blaise bit her lip while attempting to stare down the sneering girl in front of her. "Draco loves me." She said in between gritted teeth.
Her opponent nodded saying, "Of course, of course. But what if he really did love her. how awful. Especially with the engagement and all," she said briskly. Gasping she took Blaise's left hand, examining the ring and fingering the snake engraved on the side. "Oh my, what an extraordinary ring!" Blaise pulled her hand away, completely aware that Cryssa was mocking her ever so subtly. As she did so, the other girl smiled. "If it were me, which it isn't, and if I were marrying him, which I'm not let's hope, I would go to his father. After all. what would make Mr. Malfoy angrier then the find out his only son has been frolicking with some. mudblood lover." She dropped the orange that was completely mutated onto her plate and peered across at Blaise. "But that's just me." Smiling she added, "I better go, that idiot Professor Binns wants to see me for detention. Who knew throwing used socks at his head could qualify as 'class disruption'? See you later."
Blaise watched her go with hate blazing in her eyes.
She only wants Draco to herself, she thought while fingering her ring.
It was insane what she said. Draco was NOT falling in love with the weasel. Despite all of the signs, he was still utterly devoted to her and she would prove it. Tonight. Right after she played with a certain Boy-Who-Lived's heart.
*****
"Harry!" Harry turned around saw Blaise, in all her incredible beauty walking towards her.
He smiled and waved an arm while ignoring the confused looks Ron, Ginny and Hermione were giving him. They too had caught the Slytherin badge on her robes. She smiled and walked the final steps that were keeping her from him.
And then quickly, she swept up and swiftly kissed him. It was over in three seconds but still made enough impact to bring a red blush to Harry's face. Ron and Hermione gasped and looked back to how Ginny was taking this sudden twist in their best friend's love life. They gasped again to find that Ginny was perfectly fine. In fact, she even seemed to be staring past Blaise at a bunch of Slytherins that had gathered in the corner. The two shared puzzled glances and then returned their attention to Blaise and Harry.
"I'm so glad I found you!" Blaise exclaimed hurriedly. "My day has really been awful but when I saw you." And she smiled again, causing Harry to smile. His smile faded quickly however when he comprehended what Blaise was saying.
"What's happened today?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes. "Why's your day been awful?"
Blaise looked to her hands, brushing away her unshed tears onto her robes. "It's. it's." She tried to say what was bothering her but failed.
"Come on," Harry urged while rubbing the back of her hand.
This action appeared to have given Blaise strength because she smiled a forced smile and said, "It's Draco." At this Ginny's eyes suddenly became alert onto Blaise, as if really noticing her for the first time. "We. we were talking about you Ginny." Blaise looked at Ginny, her eyes holding nothing but innocence and concern. "He was telling me about how he made this bet." Ginny's face fell. "Apparently it was to see if he could well. you know." Harry, Ron and Hermione looked oddly at Blaise. They didn't know what she meant. They looked towards Ginny. She knew. Her face was red with anger. Tears of rage had built up in her eyes and threatened to shed any moment. "Oh, oh Ginny!" Blaise gasped, pulling her hand to her mouth. "I thought you knew! Oh! I feel so awful!" She made a motion to reach out and comfort Ginny but Ginny moved away. She was shaking her head in disbelief. Blaise turned to Harry. "I thought she knew!"
Ginny took a few steps backwards, once again staring past them into the crowd of green robed students. Then suddenly, she pushed through the four of them and half-walked, half-ran to the staircase. In doing so, she passed the Slytherins. A blonde haired one caught her arm.
"Hey." He said smoothly, dragging his hand up to her cheek.
The fire headed girl glared at him from under her bangs and brought his hand to her mouth, biting hard on it until he tasted blood.
"Rot in hell you son of a bitch!" She screamed and promptly ran up the stairs, leaving him staring in confusion.
Puzzled he looked to his left, seeing if maybe the Boy-Who-Lived could give him so hints. Instead he saw Blaise with her arm wrapped around Potter's shoulder. She smiled and waved a coy greeting. Blaise was never coy. Something was up and it wasn't good.
*****
Draco skipped dinner that night, unable to face Ginny. What the hell had been up with her today? She was acting as if they'd had sex already.
Not like he'd slept with her. They'd gotten close but just when his fingers fumbled against her breast while trying to get her robes off, she had looked up at him and smiled a longing smile.
"Please don't Draco. Not yet."
And how could he resist that? So he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair saying, "It's probably for the best. I've got Potions in ten minutes."
And Ginny smiled and nodded, buttoning her robes up. They left separately from the broom closet with ten minutes between them. Each breathing hard and absolutely, positively in love.
And that was it. They hadn't slept together and he hadn't broken her heart. he didn't think. So what was it?
It had to have been Blaise. Why else was she smiling like she had just conquered the entire world?
Hate burned up inside of him and he made a quick veer to the right, stumbling up the steps to the girl's dorm of the Slytherin house.
"Blaise!" He yelled as he burst through the door.
She was on her bed, covered completely by a sheet and doing what Draco had never seen her do- reading. Her eyes widened in surprise and then brightened.
"Draco." She said, her face lighting up into a slow, sexy smile. She patted the side of her bed. "Come sit."
He stepped forward unsurely and sat delicately on the bed. Draco had a feeling that underneath those covers, she was naked and all he could think to himself was: I will not get turned on. I will not get turned on.
But it was impossible because as soon as he sat down, she kissed him. He choked on the sudden presence of her tongue down his throat and for a minute, he felt completely free to let it explore. Until that is, he remembered why he came. He pulled away.
"What did you say to her?" He demanded.
She moaned. "Oh Draco, let's not talk about that now." And she kissed him, slowly backing down onto her pillow while forcing him to follow her. She placed his hands firmly on her breasts, smiling to him. "You want this." She said simply. Draco was trying fiercely to remove his hands from her but they seemed content to stay there and ignore his request. Groaning she said, "Come on Draco. from the time we were babies, you've wanted this." She dragged her tongue up his cheek, whispering into his ear, "I'm giving it to you." And her tongue once again entered into his mouth, wrapping itself around his. She thrust her pelvic up, groaning with desire.
Draco gave in and his tongue flitted into her mouth. He could feel her smile. Her hands slipped down his back, grabbing onto his butt.
Panicked he pulled away, removing his hands and tongue away from Blaise. She frowned.
"What is it?" She asked.
"This is wrong. This is so wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. I can't do this. Ginny! I love Ginny. It's not right!" Blaise gasped.
"What did you say?" She hissed. Her eyes were on fire, her lips were drawn tight, even her nose looked angry.
"Nothing." Draco said, backing away from her. His hand searched for the door knob and found it. "I'm leaving." And he did.
To say that Blaise screamed would be like saying a bald eagle was a hummingbird. She screeched. Picking up her book she threw it against the door. She reached for her lamp to throw that too but thought against it. Instead she picked up Kerri's, a fellow Slytherin who slept in the bed next to her, and throw that instead.
Wait a minute, she thought to herself, this was stupid. The solution to her problem was simple. She would just have to call in reinforcements that's all..
