Okay so this chapter is really really short. Forgive me!
I'll make it up to you next chapter hopefully. Sorry!
"Uh, Draco…what's going on?" asked Blaise Zabini, striding up.
Draco was apparently struck mute so I replied simply for him, "I'm black-mailing him."
"Unchallenged," Blaise replied with a grin.
"So Draco, what's she got on you?" he asked, highly amused.
Draco, miraculously recovering his voice, replied, "A note from Pansy."
"Oh yes, I read one of those once," Blaise responded thoughtfully.
"How does every-bloody-one get their hands on these things!" Draco whined loudly.
"I can't seem to recall what it said though…" Blaise pondered, deep in thought.
"Does the word snookie-puss bring anything back?" I asked with a smirk.
"Oh god! Oh god! It's all coming back! Repressed memories! Repressed memories!" Blaise shouted, clutching at his head.
"Ooohh…I think I'm going to be sick," he said turning a lovely shade of puce.
"Join the club," Draco said sourly.
Blaise eventually picked himself back up and said to me, "I hope you're milking this for all it's worth."
"Oh believe me, I am," I replied with a smile
"How very Slytherin of you," he said with an appraising smirk
"Hey isn't anybody on my side here?" Draco said, brooding darkly.
"Nope," I said just as Blaise replied, "No, sorry mate."
"I hate Pansy-bleeding-Parkinson."
I know what you're thinking…you're thinking: How short! How cruel! This doesn't even deserve a review!
And you'd be absolutely right. But just let me explain myself…ok, I got nothing.
But no seriously, I was planning on writing more but it just seemed wrong to end it anywhere else.
I'm sorry! At least you now know it's Blaise! Whoo!
If you would be so kind as to review anyways I could promise you a nice big chapter for next time!
:-D please?