Author's note: I am soo sorry! Its been so long since I last updated but I have had so much on my hands... But at least this update will be a Whopper.

Chapter VIII - Anger Managment

It had been two weeks since Hermione had demanded Blaise instruct her to be the perfect pure blood. Frankly, Blaise had thought the task impossible for a while there, but she persevered. Now all she had to do was sit back and watch as the sparks flew, and she was wholly looking forward to that.

The witch in question was curretly sitting on one of the green couches in Draco Malfoy's room while she waited for him to return from his potions laboratory, she was not at all uncomfortable that she was in his room while he was not. It wasn't long until she heard the tell-tale steps of the blonde wizard.

Upon opening the door, Draco was not at all surprised at seeing Blaise in his room. After all, it was not unusual for her to drop by unannouced every so often during their summer, but for the last week of so, Blaise had been previously occupied.

"what do you want, Blaise?" He asked barely resisting the uge to run a hand through his hair, he was not in a good mood. He had not been since he found out that Saint Potter's girlfriend was the one he had been told he was going to marry. (this would mean about a week of mopeyness which was much even for a muggle, for Draco Malfoy it was staggering.) He had known about her since even before he could remember. "Why don't you go bother Miles?"

Blaise grinned. Draco was reffering to another one of their mutually trusted friends, Miles Flaherty.

"He's in Ireland." She said "Remember?"

Inwardly Draco groaned, he was simply not in the mood to entertain her.

"Why, nothing at all, Draco,I was bored." She said. "AndI have decided to come here and bother you."

Draco exhaled slowly.

Blaise noticed this and smirked.

Draco was trying to conrol that stormy temper of his. Obviously, he had been really unsettled about this betrothal thing, and she planned to exploit that for her own enjoyment. And before any objections are made, Draco would do the same had the roles been reversed.

"This whole marrige thing is really bothering you is it not, Draco?" She asked trying to keep the smirk out of her voice.

Draco quirked a pale eyebrow.

Ooh, this was going to be fun.

Blaise was really the only witch in Hogwarts brave enough to toy with Draco Malfoy's temper, she knew that he would never hurt her, and she also knew that even if he might try and hurt Hermione he could not, under the binding spell of the betrothal, neither person can harm the other.

"What do you think, Blaise?" He asked rhetorically crossing the room to stand infront of her. "No, I'm completely estactic to marry and create offspring with that common wretch."

Blaise rolled her eyes.

"Its not like you have never had a, how do you say it? A common wretch?" She said indictaing Draco's many extra-curricular activities.

Draco's tone did not change.

"This is different." He said. "I'm marrying her, that means I'm bound to her for more than just a single night."

"She's pure blooded." Blaise said knowingly full well what she would get as a reply. She was baiting him shamelessly, (something dreadfully akin to waving your bleeding hand around a shark and daring it to bite you) and having fun doing it. "That should count for something right?"

Draco stared at her.

"What are you playing at Blaise?" He demanded getting up and started inspecting his room for any traces of dust. Checking his bookshelves and writing desk, he dragged his finger across and peering at it carefully. "Honestly? you are well aware ofmy feeling on this situation, she's-well, she's Granger, that's more than enough reason for me to dread the entire occasion."

Blaise was well used to Draco's quirk of needing to make sure everything within a mile radius of him was in order and completely spotless, especially when he was upset. Usually he would just let the house elves worry about that, but every so often he would go obssesive compulsive and clean everything in sight. She just watched him, determinening wether of not it would be a good idea to sneeze just to piss him off and ruin the prisine-ness of his room.

"I know." She said. She glanced at him re-arranging his books. "Honesly, Draco, you are being such a woman."

Draco glared at her, his silver eyes cold. Any other Slytherin would have been already squrming but Blaise just reached over and shifted the beddings. At once, Draco's attention wavered from her to his green bed sheet.

Oh, he was really upset.

Draco only got obsessive about order when he felt like his life had none of it at a given time. He cleaned and went about his room straightening things up because he felt that these were the only things he could control. Blaise knew that when ever he cleaned up his own room, Draco was in a bad mood, a really bad mood. And from the looks of it, right now, even she would have to tread lightly.

"This is out of my hands, Blaise." He said.

But by this time, Blaise wasn't listening. She was just staring at the green comforter, made of the softest three hundred count egyptian cotton. It was still out of place he hadn't moved it back to precise military like straight-ness. She looked back up at her friend. One of the very few people in the world she would call a friend. He looked more out of control then she has ever seen him.

"Blaise,I do not have time for this." Draco told her. "Do you have somewhere else to be?"

Blaise looked up from the comforter, she just nodded meekly and walked out of the room.

Sure, she daring was when it came to Draco Malfoy, but she was not suicidal. She had never seen Draco this troubled about anything before, troubled enough not to obsesively put everything within a twelve meter radius around him in order. At times like this, it was best to make a graceful exit.

Behind her, Blaise heard the muffled sounds of music from behind the door.

Draco had probably turned it up loud so no one counld her what he was doing behind his closed door.

Bliase worried her lip, glad to be out of there. Her playfull mood had quickly turned serious.

She was right before when she had thought that sparks show would be a sight, but now it would get much more interesting.