Title: The Slytherin Harlot (4/?)
Author: The Lost Weasley (yes, another name change. Get over it.)
Summary of Last Chapter: Jack shit happened. Harry was piss drunk, and Draco moped.
Disclaimer: Dammit, again? They're not mine. But I sure as hell wish that Draco was. ;P anyways. Yeah. Flames will be used to heat my car. That doesn't have a heater. The "I Was Right" Song is copyright Hilary, and if you steal it, I will kick you. Sorry about lack of updateness. Writers block just left. :D
A/N: None. The last chapter was bad. But Ashley/Rena and Lozzy and Lozzie (yes, 2 different people) rock my sox because they are my faithful reviewers!! WOOP WOOP!
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Draco was having some major issues. It wasn't the whole "Breaking up with Pansy because she's a complete slut" issue either. It was more the "Blaise was helping me realize that I was going out with a complete and total twinkie and she's upset that I'm upset" issue. Why did anyone care? Especially Blaise. They had put each other through hell when they were younger and growing up together. Molly Weasley, or Auntie Mol as Blaise called her, had banned Blaise from being at the Burrow in the presence of Fred. Apparently, they used to find a wand and hex the younger ones, either Ron or Ginny, which was pretty funny, since Blaise is only four days older than Ginny. So Blaise and Draco became very close friends, until Blaise moved off to Salem Witches' Institute. They lost touch, but it was strange to see how much Blaise still cared for him…
The door swung open and Blaise entered with what could only be described as a shit-eating grin. "You will not BELIEVE what I just saw."
"Make my night. Go ahead."
"Potter is COMPLETELY trashed. He's laying like immobilized in the Gryffindor Common Room. I almost died laughing. He's quite cognizant when he's drunk, though. It's amazing."
Draco couldn't help but grin. "That is pretty funny." Draco pulled Blaise down onto the couch with him. "You know what else is pretty funny? The fact that you care so much."
"How long have we been friends, Draco? I'm only looking out for you. Even if that means taking drastic measures and demonstrating to you that your girlfriend is a total whore."
He wrapped his arm around her. "Yes. Whores are no good. They're bad. Friends are good, though. Especially friends with benefits."
Blaise knew where this was going. "Rebound girl? I think not. If you are going to end up going out with me, it's not because you're trying to make Pansy jealous and taking me as rebound play. I am not to be toyed with, and I resent you thinking that."
"A blonde can think like that?"
"And another thing," Blaise continued, "I resent the fact that you all think I've become different just because I'm a blonde. The color of my hair should have nothing to do with how you treat me. I've noticed that everyone looks down to me now. Like if I had denied it just then to Harry that I hooked up with you and I was still a redhead, he would have called me a lying sack of shit. Maybe in not so many words, but you get the point. This blonde-ness has a certain dumb-ness to it. It's pathetic and stupid." Blaise took a deep breath. "Sorry. I had to get that off my shoulders. I'm not mad at you. I'm just so damn frustrated." She surprised him by giving him a hug. She whispered into his ear. "I'm so sorry you had to go through this tonight. It's all my fault."
Draco got up off the couch and walked into his dorm. Blaise remained on the couch, laying there and not thinking much about anything. She mostly thought about what things had been like before puberty, before hormones. When it was okay to sneak off into closets and make out, because you had no idea what you were doing. It was so simple back then.
Why hadn't she kissed Draco? It's not like she didn't want to. Hell, she already had. She went to the guys' dorm and poked her head in.
"Draco?"
"Mmm?"
"You asleep?"
"What do you think?"
"Come out to the common room." Incoherent grumbling. "What?"
"Let me put some boxers on."
"Ooh, you sleep naked? Damn, let me in there."
"No. Common room." Draco appeared a few moments later, in black boxers. "Was I worth waiting for?"
"Very much so. Listen," Blaise patted the seat next to her, "I want to apologize for going off on that tear. It was completely uncalled for. I've just been sitting here, trying to make sense of everything. And I can't. What I would like to do is see if I could make sense of it with help…"
"So basically," Draco smirked, "I was right, and you were wrong, and I'm gonna sing the I was right! song."
"You could, but I was thinking of something better." So for the second time that night, their lips met. This time, however, Draco did not meet hers with astonishment. He met them with such a passion that Blaise herself almost pulled away. But she allowed him to bring her deeper into the kiss, deeper into what she knew she had always wanted.