Blaise Zabini (POV)

Okay, I admit it, Draco is a good kisser. As in, really good. And I know I shouldn't have enjoyed it or anything, but it was kinda nice. Draco must've been gagging for it.

So now that I've kissed him a second time, I feel like a cheap slut. If I could think of another way to get information on Voldemort, I'd do it. You have no idea how bad I feel. If it wasn't for the Order, I wouldn't go around, enticing Dark Wizards away from their families. Not that I've done this before; don't get me wrong, I enjoy working for the Order, it's just the temptress part that gets me.

Now here I am, sitting in my bedroom at home, my home with Harry, and I'm looking in the mirror at the woman staring back at me. I don't look different, I only think different. And believe me; right now my mind is one tortured fiery pit of Hell.

Oh God, I think desperately, I hate what I've done. I hate the fact that Harry trusts me so much. I hate that Draco tried it on with me again, and I let him. But most of all, I hate the fact that I kind of liked sleeping with Draco. Oh man, what does that make me? I'll tell you; it makes me the worst goddamn hussy in the world.

I heard the door open and close. Harry must be home.

"Blaise!" He shouted

I took a deep breath. "I'm up here!" I said back.

The sound of his footsteps thuds on the steps and I can feel tears prickling at my eyes.

Harry pushed the door open, and I turned.

"Blaise? What's wrong?" He said softly.

"I can't do this anymore!" I sobbed, and ran to him, "I hate what I'm doing!"

Harry put his arms around me, "Shh," he whispered, "it's alright."

We were like that for a while. When I finally lifted my head to look at him, he smiled gently back.

"Okay now?" he asked. I nodded.

He led me over to the bed and we sat down on it; he held me and said;

"You don't have to spy for us again" he said quietly, "or at least on Malfoy."

"Thank you" I said softly, and I nestled closer to him.

Harry tightened his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.

"Sorry to make you do it" he whispered.

"It's okay"

Soon, we fell asleep; self-loathing really takes it out of a girl.

I was awoken by someone shaking me.

"Blaise" Harry said kindly, "come on, wake up"

I opened my eyes, and Harry was still holding me.

"Shall we go out for dinner tonight?" he asked, when I was fully awake.

"Sure" I smiled, yawning and stretching, "Dinner would be nice" Real nice, I thought silently.

I spent the rest of the say getting ready for the evening.
A long, hot shower was just what I needed.

In the shower, I thought back to my rendezvous with Draco. I don't know why; I've been trying to put it out of my mind. But flashes of it came back to me, and I was filled with revulsion as I thought about it.

When I'd finished in the shower, I tied a bathrobe around me and went into the bedroom, opening the wardrobe door.

For the next thirty minutes, I tried and re-tried nearly every item of clothing in my wardrobe; finally deciding on a black skirt and pale blue top with spaghetti straps and a pair of black high heeled strappy sandals.

By the time I was ready it was about eight 'o' clock and Harry was already ready to go; looking very sexy in black jeans and a white shirt.

Since we live in the Muggle world, Harry had called a taxi and it was pulled up outside the door. He opened the door for me and I got in, Harry climbing in beside me.

Once we were seated in the restaurant, a waiter came over, gave us our menus then tactfully retreated until we had decided on our meal.

Then, when the waiter had left, Harry took my hand over the table and smiled.

"Feeling better now?" he said gently.

"Much better" I admitted, looking into his green eyes and finding that I meant what I was saying.

And the night was young, so who knew where we would end up.