Slytherins. Lovely.
by Shadow Rise
Misunderstood Muscle
Gregory Goyle had only been trying to sleep. But, up in that dungeon dorm, it was rather cold. So, Greg figured he'd go sniffing around the castle for a while and find a decent, warm place to sleep for a couple more hours. He had only gotten as far as the common room when he heard Zabini muttered a few words to himself.
"…She never falls back asleep…"
Greg realized he was speaking in regards to Tracey Marie Davis, who was snoozing quietly on Blaise's shoulder. He had to say, for a guy who could make prefect three years running, Blaise Zabini didn't have a clue more often than not. Especially when it came to the matter of Tracey. Yes, even Greg had known of Tracey's "secret" feelings.
A couple of years back, he'd asked to barrow her Charms notes and, in the corner of the paper, was written a small heart with 'B.A.Z.' inside.
Despite popular belief, Greg wasn't as stupid as people thought.
"Maybe there's just something about you."
He gave Blaise a grin when he turned around to look at him.
"Mornin', precious."
"Hey Goyle."
Tracey cuddled closer to his side and Greg's grin widened. He just nodded slightly and headed for the door with a light smile. So clueless.
As he enetered the Great Hall, Draco was exiting with a serious look on his face. Greg glanced over to the Slytherin table to see Pansy Parkinson looking stunned.
Oh, great.
R/R Plz!