Echo was going to kill her if she kept this up, Solana knew all to well. But it was completely impossible that her best friend of childhood could have anything resembling a crush on her rude, crass, occasionally-charming older brother! "Alright, let's go over this again." Solana said, sitting across from Echo at the dinner table, "You and Blaise have a crush on my brother, but Drake is completely straight, and Blaise is... crooked. You just have a little crush on the Big Bad Dragon, and 'forgot' to tell me?"

"Well, I mean, I just didn't get around to telling you. I was going to tell you eventually." Echo smiled huge in hopes that she would let it go. She didn't get it though.

Solana's silvery eyes widened, sparking with annoyance. "'Eventually'?! Eventually! Some friend you are! Makes me feel real loved." She growled softly, picking up her book and proceeding to ignore Echo for as long as it was possible to ignore a British American-ized witch. Which wasn't very long.

"Solana? Sooollaanaaa!!!!! Hello? My sexy Slytherin bitch, listen to me!" Solana put down her book and look at her disapprovingly. "Heeheehee. Couldn't ignore me for very long could you!"

Solana shut her eyes, counted to ten, and reopened them again. "Echo, you're pressing it."

"I am sorry OKAY? So when were you going to tell me that you liked Blaise?" Echo had an evil look that kinda resembled Snape's.

"Never, because I don't." Much.

"Fine lie to you best friend in the whole wizarding world."

Solana set down her book, sighing. "Who's going to prove I'm lying? You can't, and I'm sure as hell not going to tell you if I am."

Draco snorted, sitting between the girls. "She's lying."

"Dammit Draco!"

"Thank you sexy Slytherin bitch's annoying but some what sexy brother."

Draco blinked, "You're welcome."

Blaise flounced next to his sister, "Who's sexy?" Solana groaned, thunking her head on the table. "That's not. Red welts never helped anyone."

Solana raised her hand in a one fingered salute, muttering, "Bugger off, Blaise." Into the table.

Blaise smirked and looked back at his sister and Draco. "Is there something going now here that I should be breaking up?" Blaise looked suggestively at Draco and Echo.

Draco's eyes widened, and he shook his head, "NO!" He rubbed his stomach as he said so, no doubt nursing several bruises in the area.

Solana snorted, "He's lying."

"No shit, brilliant deduction, Little Malfoy."

"Bugger off, Male-Zabini."

"You going to help me with that, then?"

"In your dreams."

"And what good dreams they are..."

"Hey!! No! Blaise leave the sister alone, I repeat leave the sister alone!" Draco nearly yelled, staring at Blaise in absolute shock.

Blaise smirked, "Aw, but Drake, I don't wanna..."

Solana rolled her eyes, gathering her books, "I'll be in the library."

Draco blinked, "AGAIN?! You're worse then Granger!" He glanced over his shoulder, "Speak of the Devil."

A girl with very large hair had just entered the hall, followed by what was obviously a Weasley and Harry Potter. Solana snorted, ignoring Draco and the Dream Team and making her way out of the hall determinedly.

"So now I get both boys all to myself!"

Blaise stood, grabbing a sausage, "Actually... I've got... er... Work. I need to do... In the library..."

Draco's eyes narrowed, "Keep your hands in your pockets. She comes back with any resemblance of you, and I'll kill you."

"I'll keep that in mind, Drake." Blaise saluted him, following Solana out of the hall.

"So when is try outs again?" Echo asked taking a bite of a chicken leg.

"Five. Like I've told you repeatedly on the way here from the common room." Draco sighed, filling his plate. "Try to remember it. I'm not telling you again."

"A little feisty aren't we." Echo stood and slapped him on the back of his head.

"Bugger all! Don't touch the hair!" Draco raised a hand, smoothing his ruffled hair back into place.

Echo rolled her eyes. "I will be in my room getting ready for try outs kay?"

"Whatever." Draco muttered, shoveling food into his mouth before standing. He chewed quickly, and swallowed. "I'll go with you. I need to change into my Quidditch robes anyway. And we need to set you up with a set. You can't very well try out in that, no matter how lovely it would be for you to flash us all your knickers." He shot her a devious smirk, heading for the Great Hall's large double doors.

Blaise slipped into the dark quiet of the library, glancing around the student-free shelves. Where was she? He'd practically followed her there, so where was she? He finally caught sight of her, dark head bent over a large book.

She'd pulled her hair back, exposing a smooth neck and her heart shape face. She hardly noticed as he sat down in front of her. "Hullo Little Malfoy."

"You know," She replied distractedly, "I've got a name."

"Solana right?" Blaise took out his Transfiguration homework and reread it. "What does that mean?"

"Wind of the East." She answered, flipping a page.

"That's pretty. In what language?" Blaise already knew it but he asked anyway.

"Latin." Solana pulled a piece of parchment to her, dipping her quill in the ink well and scrawling something on the parchment.

"What are you writing?"

"A letter to a friend at Durmstrang. She wanted me to look up something for her." Blaise slowly got up walked behind her to read it.

"What about?"

"Advanced Arithmancy." She bit her lip, adding another line to the letter.

Blaise pulled a chair closer to her and then sat down. "I am in Advanced Arithmancy too, what did she want to know about it?"

"If there was any difference between Hogwarts Arithmancy and Durmstrang." She glanced at him, setting her quill down.

"Of course there is. Hogwarts teaches more advanced courses then Durmstrang. From what I here, you lot just brush on the subject." Blaise reached over the table and grabbed his homework.

His arm brushed hers, and she bit her lip harshly. Dammit. Not crushing. She wasn't! Just... no! She picked up her quill again, "I don't know about that. Arithmancy at Durmstrang was in depth when you got into the Advanced classes. I haven't been at Hogwarts long enough to tell if there's much of a difference."

"You'll see." Blaise smirked, opening his Transfigurations text again, "Write anything about me in there?" He glanced at the letter.

Solana rolled her eyes, "Oh yes. 'I met my best friends brother for the first time in nearly six years yesterday. He's incredibly-'"

"Sexy?"

"Actually, I was going for 'annoying'."

Blaise pouted, "Now, that's not fair."

She snorted softly, tucking a loose curl behind her ear, "I think it's quite fitting."

"Fine, fine you win. So what are you in Arithmancy? I am a proud 2."

"Proud two?" She quirked a brow, "At least it's fitting. I'm a seven."

"Well that explains a lot." Blaise stated coldly.

She glared at him before rolling her eyes, "Insecure in your number, Male-Zabini? At least I know mine is correct." She smirked, looking back down at her book.

"Well I find it hard to accept that my number is all Gryffindorish."

"Sweet natured, my arse." She shook her head, "If you've got such a Gryffie number, how'd you end up in Slytherin?"

"I have quite a dark side little Malfoy." Blaise said his voice a little husky and deep.

Solana bit her lip, unable to repress a shiver, "Oh really?"

"Yup." Blaise had ruined the moment.

She bit back a snort of disgust, "Indeed."

The Head Boy shook his head, "You can really tell you're Drake's sister."

"How so?"

"You talk just like him. That 'I'm better than the world, bow down to me' sort of drawl. He can pull it off most of the time, but I never thought I'd hear it in a female voice."

"Why does it matter? It's the Malfoy way of speaking." She rolled her eyes, "Rule number 197, Never let on that anyone has a larger vocabulary then yourself." She drawled smoothly, "Honestly, it's as if that we're Malfoy's, we're unable to have any fun in life."

"That seems to be your old man's idea." Blaise commented, "But that's really not the point. We Zabini's are allowed to do pretty much anything. I've got a cousin who left the Wizarding World and became a Muggle Painter. Hasn't sold a thing, but Mum is still backing him up."

"Sounds nice."

"It is, until Dad spends too much time with his Death Eating 'friends'."

"Our families seem to have that in common."

"That was obvious, Little Malfoy."

Authors Note: Three chapters, hardly two days. We're on a roll, it seems. Don't worry. Four days and there won't be any updates for months. :p - Anndy

True is still hyper. AGH! ::Dies::