Title- Blaise's Boredom
Author: Scratches
Date: November 20, 2004
Pairings- .. Implications towards Blaise Zabini/Severus Snape
Disclaimer- Scratches (Who is not bacon) Does not own any of the characters in her. She vaguely takes ownership to the plot and the behaviour of one Blaise Zabini since (currently) he is one of the characters that JKR has not elaborated upon. Everything else is owned or trademarked by their respective owners.
WARNINGS- Implications to slash, dirty poetry, and boredom.
A/N- Written for the BunnySlayer. She is my home girl in FL. H00ah. Loff ya! Scratches
Blaise's Boredom.
Blaise Zabini sat at his NEWTS Potions class completely bored. It wasn't that the class was going to slow or anything like that, he was just bored. It was the fourth month of his sixth year and he was utterly bored with everything that was happening.
No Dark Lord.
No Potter/Malfoy fits.
No Granger/Weasley (Ginny or Ron, he didn't care.) affairs.
He was bored. Hogwarts was not living up to its potential, so he thought he could get away with writing on some old parchment in the middle of Potions class while one was supposedly suppose to work on some sort of potion that would age a person quite a few years quite quickly.
But, of course, this Slytherin sixth year would not be so fortunate on the frigid day of December. Snape had finally caught on that the wanton wasn't doing any work, not scribbling down pages of notes, not humming and looking at the board like he usually did.
The Potions Master stood imposingly above the seventeen year old (his birthday had been a mere three days ago!) and cleared his throat. "Zabini." His eyes were cool, composed, and utterly blank.
Blaise looked at his professor with a slim eyebrow raised into his purple-black fringe, bright orange eyes a little surprised that he would pay any attention to him what so ever. "Yes, Professor?"
Severus Snape looked at the scrapped parchment in his students hand and read a few lines from the center of it: "His eyes stare blank at the potion; I'd smear it all over him like lotion…." Snape took the offered piece of parchment from his student and pursed as his eyes roved over the sheet.
Blaise winked in Harry Potter's direction and the Gryffindor became a shocking shade of crimson that would have rivaled his house colour. "He bathes in sunlight; His back arched as he catches a kite." Blaise's voice echoed through the potions classroom.
"This is not appropriate for school, Mr. Zabini." Snape looked at his student and said the inevitable, "Fourty points from Slytherin."
A piece of Horned Toad came flying and hit Blaise in the side of his face, running down his cheek and landing on his black cloak.
"Parkinson, detention." Snape barked before stalking to the front of the class, watching the crimson faced Potter. If Potter had thought it had been about him, he would be sadly mistaken.
Picking up a piece of chalk, Snape said, "Zabini, if you are so bored in my class that you start writing poetry about certain Potions Professors, maybe Dumbledore should take you out of this NEWT course." He paused for a second and said, "You may leave." He turned and pointed to the dungeon door as it creaked open.
Blaise gulped and moved towards the door, his already packed bag on his shoulder. He licked his lips and looked at Potter for a moment and rolled his eyes. That kid needed to get his knickers unknotted. "Shall I go speak with him now?"
"Zabini, get out of my sight."
Blaise shrugged his shoulders and turned, exiting the Potions classroom, a slight smile on his face.
Hogwarts was about to get about eight hundred sixty-seven point three two times better, he concluded.
11/20/04
A/n2- Uhh.. I need to update quicker.
Yeah. Please don't beat me.
Scratches