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Chapter 3 – Fun and Games

Blaise Zabini was having a very bad day. He'd been dragged round this god-damned Muggle town for the last 4 hours, with his best friend, Draco Malfoy – if friend was the right word; it was times like this when Blaise felt more like Malfoy's personal slave. Malfoy hadn't even told him why they were there, but the determined look on his face reinforced what he had told Blaise in no uncertain terms earlier. It was important, that was all he was told he needed to know.

He'd protested of course - "How can I find whatever we're looking for, if I don't know what we're looking for! It's stupid." – but had been beaten down with a few cross words and the promise of deep trouble later if he didn't shut up now and let Malfoy concentrate!

He felt like asking the same question again. It was clear they weren't going to find anything here. He had been steeling all his courage to speak for the last hour or so, and had just opened his mouth, when…

"There," smirked Malfoy, "Perfect" He pointed to a flight of steps carved into a cliff. At the bottom lay a clear beach.

"I've still no-idea, what you're talking about Malfoy. What exactly am I looking at?"

Malfoy moved until he was right next to Blaise. He pointed to the edge of the beach, just where the sand met the sea.

"See that girl," he was whispering into Blaise's ear now as they moved closer to the steps, "Her. That's why we're here"

Blaise stared at him in horror. His cheeks slowly flushed and he began shaking with anger. Malfoy sighed and waited for the explosion to come, as it inevitably would.

And it did.

"YOU BROUGHT ME ALL THE WAY HERE AND DRAGGED ME ROUND THIS STUPID, GOD FORSAKEN VILLAGE IN BLAZING HEAT FOR FOUR HOURS, JUST SO YOU COULD LOOK AT SOME GIRL!" There were people looking at them with concern now, Blaise had been screaming at the top of his voice in the middle of a crowded street. Malfoy sighed; there was only one thing that would stop Blaise screaming again. He reached out and slapped Blaise, hard, in the face.

"Get a grip Zabini! – Blaise noted the use of his surname - Of course that's not why we're here you idiot. I wouldn't go out with her if you paid me!"

"Why not?" The reply came straight away, from his friend's mouth.

"Look at her a bit more closely. What do you see?"

Blaise looked. This was another time when he had no idea what Malfoy was talking about. He couldn't see anything remarkable. Except…

"Do we know her," he asked. She had the look of someone familiar, although he knew that he had never met her before – he would have remembered, she was stunningly pretty whatever Malfoy might say.

"Ah, finally Zabini. I see you have a brain at last."

"Well… why don't we talk to her?" Blaise ventured.

Another slap.

"Or maybe you don't have a brain. That was obviously a one-off. No… I think we can have a lot more fun if we don't talk to her for few days."

He whispered to Blaise exactly what he hadn't realised earlier and he then knew why the girl looked so familiar. His reaction was exactly the same as Malfoy's.

"Yes…," he drawled, "I think you're right. Let's leave her for a bit. We need a bit of fun in our lives."

The two boys turned to each other, identical smirks on their oh-so-different faces. Yes. They were definitely going to have some fun.