Title: The Slytherin Harlot (3/?)

Author: The Lost Flamingo

Summary of Last Chapter: Draco catches Pansy cheating, Blaise and Draco smooch it up, Blaise drops Seamus like third-period French.

Author's Notes: Gah, boring chapter that took me forever to write.  Forgive me, but APs are kicking my ass.  Liking the notes and stuff tho.  LoL, I'm a bit bored…so quickly, thanks to Anneka aka Goat Woman, KC aka Tracey, and Lozzy aka Cherry aka Draco's Fetish.  You guys rock my world, and hell, Lozzy also rocks my sox.  Credits @ the end.  O yea, did I mention it's winter? LoL.

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            "So that's why you've been so happy lately, Blaise."

            "Not at all.  I've been happy because I've got a brand-spanking new broomstick, and because that awful Irish puppy dog finally left me alone.  Not like you're being any less slutty.  At least when I hook up with someone, I make sure I don't have a boyfriend.  And honestly, a Hufflepuff?  Weren't you the one to tell me that only girls with low expectations dated Hufflepuffs?"  Blaise rolled her eyes and turned to Draco, who was now shaking and almost on the verge of tears.  She took his hand and walked away, shivering from a combination of the cold and the fact that she was on the verge of tears, seeing him cry.

            "I'm sorry you had to find out like that.  But I couldn't go on knowing that she was cheating on you."

            "Well, I guess it's better that I know now. Lest I do something rash." Blaise realized that Draco had done something rash, and now definitely having second thoughts. Damn that sarcasm of his. Blaise sighed. She had done all she could.

            "You know what? If you're going to mope around like a loser now, I should have probably let you think you were the only one screwing Pansy.  I thought you'd be a little more mature about this."

            "How am I supposed to be mature? She was cheating on me."

            "Well, my father indirectly killed my last boyfriend.  Did you see me moping? Nope." Blaise, irritated, let go of Draco's hand. "I'm going to talk to Fred, and I'll see you later."

            On her way to the Gryffindor common room, she passed an irritated Pansy in the hallway talking to Tracey Davis.  "And then, she had the nerve to kiss Draco right in front of me! The girl's a total slut!"

            Blaise resisted the urge to walk across the corridor and slap the girl in the face.  Instead, she made her way to the Gryffindor common room, where she gave the password she had gotten from Fred (chocolatey goodness) and walked in, expecting to see Fred trashed on the sofa. Instead, she found Harry Potter.

            "Whee, it's the ever-so-famous scarhead."

            "And it's my best mate's evil cousin."

            "He only thinks I'm evil. Where's Fred?"
            "Who knows? So is it true that you hooked up with Draco?"

            Blaise couldn't believe it. How long ago had this happened? Less than an hour ago? Well, the usual tactic is affectionately called "deny, deny, deny". "Hm. Nope. Sorry. Last I checked, I was still devastated over my breakup with Seamus."

            "Go figure. That's who I heard it from."

            "He's just trying to make himself feel better, that I didn't just break up with him because he was a complete git.  He wants to think that I was cheating on him." Blaise rolled her eyes for effect.  She was getting pretty good at this lying thing.  Maybe blondeness had its perks. Guys seemed to trust your explanations more because they think you're just stupid.  "Anyway, you never answered my question.  Where is my certifiably-insane cousin?"

            "In the dorms.  Talking to Lee.  Apparently, he found out about the Slug Jellies and he's taken house points…Fred's trying to get them back."

            "Only in Gryffindor.  Well, do tell him I stopped by.  Oh, and by the way, Harry…" he stopped and looked at her.  "Get the damn vodka out of here before McGonagall comes along and finds you.  Wouldn't want to lose a house of Gryffindors for possessing alcohol other than butterbeer."

            As she walked out, she had to suppress a grin.  Who says that Slytherins are *all* evil?

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            Blaise walked back into the Slytherin common room to find Draco sitting on one of the couches, playing with what seemed like a charm on a chain.  "Hey," she called out softly, sitting next to him, "How are you holding up?"

            Draco unclasped the chain and handed it to Blaise.  "Pansy and I got these last summer.  We put our blood in it.  She said we'd be bonded."

            Blaise held it for a moment, then gave it back.  "Draco.  I know these things are insanely hard to get through. But believe me. If you need any help, I'm here.  We've been friends since before we could walk; there's no reason for us to not be friends now."

            "I know."  A small grin crept across Draco's face.

            "What?"

            "Airhead.  Arielle the airhead."

            "You did NOT just call me Airhead.  I thought that nickname died when I was eight."

            "I feel about eight right now."

            "You git." Blaise rolled her eyes and stood up.  "I'm going to sleep.  I guess.  If I haven't been ostracized from the dorm."

            "Well, if you have, my bed is still available."  Blaise looked.  Did she just hear that right? Goddess.  "It's called friendship, Airhead.  Remember?"

            "Well, usually you were the one telling me to sod off."

            "Only because you and Elle made me dress up and have tea parties and play dolls with you."  Blaise grinned at that.  Her cousin Elle still had pictures of the three of them playing tea party in oversized dress robes holding dolls.

            "I'll bring you another dolly if you'd like, Draco.  Anyways, don't stay up too late, okay?  Good night…and if you need anything, you know where my room is."

            "And you know where my bed is," he called as she walked down the hall.  Damn, why did she have to be so caring about this after she was the one who tore him apart tonight?  He didn't have to find out about Pansy that way.  Honestly. It was a little harsh of her.  But she did do it.  And that was probably her underhanded way of showing she cared.  But it was a bitchy way to care.  He outwardly sighed and walked to the dorm to try and get some sleep.

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Stupid short chapter. Bah, it sucks, you can flame me now.

Credits: Tea parties and Barbies with Draco and Elle are courtesy Lozzy. She rocks my sox.

Tracey Davis appears at the request of KC, who is Tracey in my RPG.

Chocolatey Goodness is copyright Becky the shaking evil bitch gimpette, copyrighted under the premise of Jon torturing.

Arielle? Well…let's just say that Blaise Zabini sounded a lot cooler to her than Arielle Blaise.

"Deny, Deny, Deny" is Amy's tactic.  She also rocks my sox, for if I had not gotten on her computer, there would have been no Lozzy/Nicki discussion of tea parties and Barbies.

Welp. I think that's it.  Stay tuned for episode 4 of The Slytherin Harlot…and I guarantee there will be more of a plot. Bah.