Title: The Slytherin Harlot (2/?)

Author: PivChick…kinda forgot to change my name on chapter one because I was going to post it on my other FFN account but FFN kinda hates that one, hehe

Disclaimer: I already did all the big legal boring stuff.  So basically, JKR owns them, but I would like to get my hands on Draco *grins*.

Last Chapter: Blaise goes blonde and gets with Seamus Finnegan, Draco almost gets seduced, Fred and George turn into slugs.

Author's Notes: Thank you a thousand times to my *looks at them proudly* TWO REVIEWS!!!  LoL!  Muchas gracias to "bystander" and "shboom".  That's the most I've gotten for a story since my CSI one and my Malcolm in the Middle one (sadly now taken off because I made reference to Justin Berfield).  So they said to write more, so here I go.  Blaise's character is still mine (heck, JKR never even gave Blaise's gender!  Creative license, WHOO!!!).  Seamus is still based on Tyler. 

ALSO: The dance sequence is also going to be in a stand-alone fic called "What You Like", a fun fluff of a songfic.  Go ahead, call me a nut.  Ok, I'm really done.

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By the time Draco had already entered the common room, Blaise had gone to her dorm.  He couldn't technically go up there, but Draco knew Blaise was going to be the only one in the dorm.  She was paying an outside coach to help her for Quidditch, since she was going to be playing USA Quidditch this summer.  Everyone else besides Draco was in classes, though.  Draco was scheduled to meet with his Arithmancy professor to go over a few problems he had had with his assignment, but he decided it would be worthwhile to postpone the meeting for a few minutes.  As he had made up his mind to go down the hall and talk to Blaise, she came into the common room with a brand new broomstick in her hand.

"You're still here?  I thought you had a meeting with Professor Vector."

"You know me better than I do.  Anyways, I wanted to know what the point of the hallway thing was."

"Well, you basically said that you were the best kisser in the school…I was thisclose to trying you out.  And then I remembered you're going out with one of my best friends.  For Pansy's sake, I won't let you cheat on her until I'm sure she's cheating on you."

"Whatever.  Anyways," Draco glanced at her hand, "What's with the broom?"

"I got my owl today.  I made the Quidditch USA Junior team.  That means fun red, white, and blue robes and a new broom."

"But that's a Firebolt Custom!"

Blaise grinned.  "They are rather nice to us, aren't they?  Look, they even had my name engraved on it."

Draco looked down.  "'The Silver Serpent'?  What the hell?"

Blaise shrugged.  It sounds cool.  And anyways, now that I'm blonde, I have a goddess-given right to act like a total Twinkie."

"But you aren't a Twinkie."

"How soon you'll find out, my dear Draco.  We'll talk at the dance."  Blaise walked behind him and ran her fingers across Draco's back as she walked out.

Draco watched Blaise's newly blonde hair swish with her ponytail as she walked out.  "Skanky bitch."  He sighed and walked to his dorm to grab his Arithmancy text, thinking some mathematical bullshit (so aptly put by Goyle) would keep his attention from drifting to how hot Blaise actually did look as a blonde.

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            Blaise walked back into the common room after her Quidditch practice, relieved to see that Draco had left.  She definitely couldn't stand being in the same room as him at the moment…to know that Pansy was cheating on him, with Ernie Macmillan, of all people…Blaise could barely keep it to herself.  But that was why the dance was so important.  Draco would see Pansy and Ernie, Blaise would break up with Seamus (who was just getting too clingy and angsty for her tastes), and then she'd have Draco all to herself.

            "Oh, I am so evil!"  she exclaimed, while walking back to her dorm room.  Of course, for this to work, she would have to get a certain something…she grabbed parchment and a pen once she was in her room and scribbled off a note to her best friend from the States.

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            The Owl Post arrived Friday morning just like it had every other morning.  However, this morning, a large black owl dropped a package into Blaise's lap, then sat on her shoulder waiting expectantly for food.  Blaise automatically cut off the crusts of her toast for the owl, and didn't even notice when the owl had snatched up the toast instead of the offered crusts.  She was too busy reading the letter she had received with the package.  Finally, Pansy broke Blaise's concentration.

            "Chocolate?"

            "Hmmm?"

            "Is that big package some form of chocolate?  Because if it is…"

            "Nope.  It's a dress robe my parents bought me that I couldn't wear until now because it didn't look good on redheads…so I lent it to my ex-boyfriend's sister, and just now got it back."

            Draco decided to add his morning insult.  "Another boyfriend?  Gods, that brings the lifetime total to what?  Sixty-nine?"

            "Seventeen…and don't think I didn't notice your dirty little mind at work, Malfoy.  Honestly, you'd think that you'd be more mature for a fifteen year old."  Blaise rolled her eyes, and then looked at her watch.  "Anyways, we have Transfiguration.  Groan.  Wonder what kind of bullshit McGonagall is going to torture us with today."  It was a statement; Professor McGonagall harbored the same hateful feelings towards Slytherins that Snape did towards non-Slytherins.

            Blaise gathered her satchel and gave the owl a final pat as it flew off.  "Come on!!!  Who knows how many points we're going to lose if we're late!"

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            The day went slowly, at least for Blaise.  She was anxious for tonight's dance.  Hogwarts dances were a new thing, and Blaise planned to show them all why they probably shouldn't have allowed more than one dance a year.  Finally, the last class ended and Blaise rushed to open the package she had received that morning to make sure the dress robe was still intact, which it was.  Then came Quidditch practice, which went by like a blur…Draco had made sure not to make practice too long, since they were playing Ravenclaw tomorrow, and practicing hard before a match was never a good idea.  Finally, Blaise was able to shower and charm her hair to dry straight, instead of the signature Weasley Frizz, which somehow she still managed to have, despite the fact that she was no longer a redhead.  She then slipped into her dress, smiling because she could wear it now…and it still fit her, on top of everything.  This was her night to play bitch and get the guy…and she was right in character.  With one final look in the mirror, she walked down the corridor, out of the common room, and into the Great Hall.

            The hall was decorated with blacklights and a fog machine, thanks to the Muggle Lovers society.  Draco could hate Muggle Lovers all he wanted, Blaise mused, but Muggles have damn good things to throw parties with!  She spotted Seamus and walked over to him.  After all, she hadn't broken up with him yet.  She gave him a quick kiss.

            "How's my Irish boy?"
            "I don't want to be here."

            "Oh, come on, it'll be fun!"  To prove her point, Blaise dragged some people around her and started dancing…of course, most of them were Slytherins, except for Seamus and Justin Finch-Fletchley, who was still trying to get with her, even though she called it off almost a year ago.

            Blaise and Draco didn't speak at all during the dance, except at the very end, at what had to be the last song.  Blaise walked up to him.  "Care to dance?"

            "I don't dance.  I come here to look studly."  Draco did have to admit that Blaise was pulling off a look a redhead never could: a strapless pink dress?  Did she really want to be Pansy that much?

            "You arrogant little bastard, just come dance with me."  He reluctantly took her hand as she led him to the floor, where a number of couples had already begun to dance.  Of course, Blaise and Draco's dance was more for fun.  Draco kept leaning over behind Blaise to taunt Ron Weasley:

            "Hey, look!  It's the Muggle Lover and the Mudblood!"    

"Draco, shhhh!  I want to show you something…come with me."

            "Why do I feel like I should have brought a rubber?"

            "Stop being a bastard, I'm about to do something for your own good."  As she dragged Draco out of the Great Hall, she was pleased to see that Seamus followed behind like a little puppy dog.  She led the two of them to a small clearing near the Forbidden Forest, when Draco sat down on the ground.

            "Whatever kind of kinky sex act you expect me to participate in, you can count me out.  I have a girlfriend."

            "Well, see, Draco…that's kind of the reason you're here…Hey Pansy!!!"  Blaise shouted the last phrase, at which point a very disheveled and half-clothed Pansy Parkinson emerged from the woods with none other than Ernie Macmillan.

            Draco went blind with rage.  "How could she?  You know what, I don't think, I don't, I don't care."  He knew he was stuttering, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

            Blaise turned to Seamus.  "And I don't know what you're doing here, but we're done for.  I've found someone better."  And with that, she grabbed Draco and kissed him.  Mid-kiss, she almost grinned.  He really was a great kisser, and on top of that, he didn't seem to mind it all that much…although Seamus did, who ran off.

            The kiss ended, yet Blaise and Draco couldn't take their eyes off of each other.  Was this going to turn into one of these awkward things?  Neither could answer the silent question because Pansy broke in.

            "So that's why you've been so happy lately, Blaise."
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A/Ns: Yes, there are more.  But not many.  Blaise, your mission is accomplished.  What you do with it is up to you, however.  Anyways, to the reading audience: If you want to see what happened during the dance, look for "What You Like", hopefully to be posted this weekend.  Of course, I'm in 3 AP classes at school and the teachers like homework…so if I don't get it out, don't try to kill me.  Besides, I'd pull an internet matrix move on ya ;)