A/N: Rated T. And… fast forwarding to Christmas.
Blaise and Draco were sitting in the Zabini Living Room, waiting for Andrea Zabini and her new boyfriend, Darryl Worthington. Blaise looked at Draco, "Thanks for coming." He said, "I don't know if I could handle it, I'd probably… like… kill the guy."
"Yeah, you would."
All of a sudden there were 2 very loud cracks and Andrea Zabini appeared, as did a very tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes. The room filled with the aroma of fire whiskey. The man was Darryl Worthington, was the new boyfriend of Andrea.
Darryl looked at Blaise and a small smile appeared on his face, "You must be Blaise." He said. "I'm Darryl Worthington. You can call me Darryl. But once Easter Holidays roll around you can call me-" Andrea put her hand over Darryl's mouth.
"He doesn't know yet."
"You should tell him Andrea."
"I will… Just, not yet."
"Tell me what!" Blaise said, "You don't have to speak of me in the 3rd person, I'm right here."
Draco looked at the two Zabinis and the Worthington he was confused. But Blaise was confused as well.
Andrea looked at Blaise, "Well… Blaise, honey… Darryl and I are getting married over the Easter Holidays."
Blaise had nothing to say, he stormed up to his room, closely followed by Draco. "That little slut." He said, he slammed himself onto his bed and stared at the ceiling.
Draco sat on his camp bed; "I can't believe she did that to you."
"He's rich."
"How can you tell?"
"She's gonna marry him for his money. So she can do the same thing to her that she did to my dad."
"I wouldn't doubt it."
"Oh gosh, now the entire living room is going to smell like fire whiskey."
A house-elf walked into Blaise's room, "Mister Blaise, Mistress would like to see you." The house-elf turned it's glance to Draco, "Alone."
"You can just tell her that I'm not leaving this room. So if she desperately needs to talk to me, she can come up here on her own. And speak to both me and Draco."
The house-elf bowed and scurried back downstairs.
Draco looked over at Blaise, "Wonder what she has to say."
"She'll just tell me that I was 'unreasonable', and I should 'go back downstairs and apologize'. All that little kid crap." Blaise said, staring at the ceiling.
Andrea walked into Blaise's room, "Blaise. I know this is hard for you to deal with but I love Darryl."
Blaise sat up and leaned against the wall, "You love his money. Don't think I don't know that you killed Dad."
Andrea looked directly at her son, "Why would I do such a thing?"
"Because he you two were about to be divorced, and you wanted money, you wanted this house, and you wanted me." Blaise said, biting his tongue after saying all this.
"I see you've been listening in where you aren't supposed to again."
"No, I was up here all summer, not my fault your shouting match was loud enough it traveled up to the 3rd floor of the house."
"Blaise Christopher Zabini. You are going to go downstairs now and apologize to Darryl. If he is going to be your stepfather-"
"HE IS NOT GOING TO BE MY STEPFATHER! HE'S GOING TO BE THE RANDOM GUY THAT LIVES HERE!" Blaise screamed, his temper slowly rising.
Draco turned paler than normal, "Whoa…" He whispered.
Andrea didn't raise her tone; the anger was visible in her eyes.
"So Mom. What you gonna wait a year this time? The week after? Aw heck, why not do it while I'm here, save yourself a lot of time, and you can blame it on me." Blaise said, breathing heavily.
Andrea played innocent, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"It just HAPPENS that they describe your spare wand in the prophet article about Dad's death. You didn't let anyone else know about that spare wand did you?" Blaise asked her, still angry. "I'll answer for you. No. You didn't. And why didn't you? Because you were waiting to kill my father until I was at Hogwarts, and you'd use the spare wand so that no one blamed you." He took a deep breath, "Yeah. I'm smarter than I look." He said.
Draco had heard that theory so many times he could've practically recited it himself.
Andrea looked at her son, "It just happens that when I went to my sister's, I left my spare wand here and-"
"Oh give it a rest already!" Blaise exclaimed, "You know that I know and you don't have to hide it anymore!"
The only reason Andrea wasn't admitting it was because she would lose everything, and she'd be put in Azkaban. "Go to bed boys." She turned around and shut Blaise's door.
"Draco." Blaise said.
"What's up?"
"If I ever go psycho like that again, please smack me."
"Will do. 'Night Blaise."
"Night Draco."
((A/N: Hehe, I like the psycho Blaise! But review please!))
((A/N: This chapter is pretty short, but I got my point across... So yeah.))