Blaise had never been so angry. Draco had punched him, lied, and he was ever putting up a horrible act of not having feelings for Blaise. But Blaise knew better, he could see right through Draco. Draco was afraid.
Of course, Blaise couldn't blame him. Homosexuality in the position that Draco was in was suicide. But that doesn't give him a reason to punch me in the face, Blaise thought, outraged.
Blaise was looking for Jamie now. She would at least attempt at calming him down. Jamie could see through Draco, also. She wouldn't have pulled that Flying Fairy stunt down on the lawn if she didn't. At that thought, Blaise chose to go back on the lawn to look for Jamie
Sure enough, as soon as he was out there, he saw her in the same spot she was ealier, resting her head on a book with her eyes closed. He didn't sneak up on her like he usually did, he was far too furious. Jamie opened her eyes and looked at him, holding a hand over her eyes.
"Blaise, what the hell happened to you!" She asked, sitting up and reaching for his eye as he sat down. She put her thumb lightly on the wound that Draco has given him, making it sting, and making Blaise wince.
"Draco punched me." Blaise answered simply, feeling like a little kid tattling to his mother.
"What the hell did you do to him? I thought he liked you." Jamie said, conjuring a cloth from mid air and wiping the blood from Blaise's face.
"Well, I made it sound as if he kissed me, and I did so in front of his girlfriend." Blaise began, but he was interrupted by Jamie's erruption of laughter.
"Oh, my God, Blaise! That's hilarious." She said, finishing off cleaning his face. He looked at her, smirking slightly.
"Yeah, well, it wasn't too funny when things got physical - and not in the good way."
"Would you like me to have a talk with him?" Jamie asked, looking suddenly serious. "You know I don't like it when people are this horrible to you, Blaise."
"No, thanks. I think I can take care of myself, Jamie." Blaise replied.
"Okay, I'll talk to him during the Quidditch match. We both know that he doesn't have any interest in Quidditch anymore." Jamie said, ignoring what Blaise said. Blaise would've protested again, but Jamie probably would've added another hit to his head. Instead, he rested on the ground beside her, looking at the clouds. A strange shadow casted over his face, and he put his head an angle to look at the area behind him. There, he saw Pansy Parkinson, looking nothing less of horrible. She was panting, and she looked worried.
"Hello, Pansy. What can I do for you?" Blaise asked. Pansy sat down beside Blaise, looking very serious now.
"Blaise, I need you to tell me the truth. Is Draco gay?" Blaise sat up and looked at her. He didn't want to lie to her, but he didn't really know the answer to the question.
"Pansy, at this stage, I'm not quite sure."
"But he kissed you, Blaise!" She insisted. Blaise almost laughed, remembering how he made the situation look to her.
"Oh, Pansy. Yes, I was just trying to get Draco into trouble with you. The truth is, I kissed him." Blaise admitted. Pansy seemed suddenly hopeful.
"How did he react?" she asked.
"How do you think?" Blaise responded, motioning to the scar on his eyebrow. "He called me a dirty fag and told me that I was a worthless peice of pureblood flesh. Yet, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to pull away from the kiss." Pansy groaned miserabley.
"Blaise, I want answers! I want the truth!" She said, pounding at the ground below her. "I've seen the way he looks at you, Blaise. He's never, ever, looked at me like that. He never has, he never will." She ended softly. Blaise couldn't help but to pity her as he saw how angry she was, how hurt. He looked over at Jamie, who was watching the conversation with one eye open.
"Pansy, listen. Jamie was going to talk to Draco during the Quidditch match today, to get the truth out of him, or to convince him of the truth. If you'd like to join her-"
"Yeah, Pansy. I guess I can't do it alone." Jamie said, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"Alright." Pansy said immediately. "I'm not going to let him use me to cover up his homosexuality, if he's gay, that is."
"We're pretty sure he is." replied Jamie. "We've just got to get him to realize it."
Pansy nodded. After looking at her watch and telling them that it was only about a half an hour until the game started, Jamie started gathering her books and the three of them headed to the Slytherin Common Room.