Disclaimer: Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy belong to J.K Rowling. Dracaina Malfoy is my character.
When Dracaina kisses Blaise, she can taste obsession on his tongue. When he slides tanned long-fingered hands through her white-blond cloudy hair, she knows it isn't really her he wants. She pities him, the one who loves her brother like a drug, needing him and hating it. Blaise always did detest being trapped.
When he gave her the ring, she looked at him and smiled. Blaise respected her, but Draco drew his eyes like a bonfire draws a moth. Blaise burns in Draco's presence, and Dracaina watches them with poison in her eyes. She doesn't love Blaise any more than he loves her, but Draco is hers.
When Dracaina fucks Blaise, she lets him deliberately bruise icy flesh and leave angry red bite marks on deceptively delicate skin, because at night he whispers secrets into her sweaty silky hair and pretends.