A/N: Not for the easily squicked—and I do mean easily. The pairing is not…normal. Anyway, I was asking people on their opinions on how I should make the pairings in a fic I'm starting, and someone jokingly says Boy!Blaise/Girl!Blaise. Yes, I knew it was a joke. But as soon as I saw that, a plot bunny hopped into view, looking innocently like something that would never make me write it. So I ignored it. But it attacked while my back was turned, and before I knew it, this was being written. So here's a little teaser/prologue-thing…. And, don't worry. This will be completed.
Warnings: nothing…yet
Disclaimer: I don't want them and, at this point, I'm pretty sure that I don't want to. Though I could deal with them for the money.
Summary: The summer holidays have only just begun, and already the strange occurrences are happening--just not to Harry. Upon entering his room one morning, Blaise Zabini is startled to discover someone else in his room--and even more startled to discover that it is, in fact, himself.
Prologue
Blaise stared blankly at the girl lying on his bed. Her black hair was spread behind hair, reaching all the way across the bed and her arms were wrapped tightly around his pillow as if it was her own. He took a cautious step forward, looking at her as close as he dared—though not incredibly beautiful, her face was decidedly pleasant, and her figure appeared perfect. She seemed familiar, he thought absently, but he knew he'd never seen the girl before in his life….
Emboldened by his curiosity, he stepped next to his bed and reached out a shaking hand to wake her up. However, before he could so much as tap her on the back, the girl's eyes flew open; a second later, he was flat on his back with the girl seated on his chest. A pair of eyes stared into his own—bright blue eyes that were far too familiar for his comfort.
"What are you doing in my room?" the girl snarled, lips curled in a sneer that only Pansy Parkinson could have taught to her.
Blaise just stared at her blankly, unable to do anything else due to his shock. The sight of those blue eyes had made his blood run cold and freeze him to the bed—because he knew those eyes as well as he knew the back of his hand.
Because those eyes were his own.
A/N: Yes, that's how pathetic I am. I hope you liked it. Just as a side-note: the A/N's are nearly as long as this part of the fic itself. Isn't that interesting?