Blaise and Draco were sitting in the Common Room. They were talking about the Easter Holidays.
"I do not want to go home for Easter…" Blaise said, sinking down into the armchair he was sitting in.
Draco shrugged, "I'm staying, and you should. What's she going to do? Come get you?"
"Yes."
"Man, I'd tell her to back off."
"I should… That guy is gonna try and act all fatherly with me and I'm gonna go psycho again."
Draco looked at Blaise he was about to speak when Theodore Nott stopped him.
"Ahem!" Nott began, "I have an announcement!" He smirked as he looked at Blaise. "Everyone knows Andrea Zabini, Blaise's mum. Am I right? Well, I thought that we should all take this time to congratulate Blaise on his new father."
Blaise couldn't control his anger. "Nott, I am going to kill you."
Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle didn't even jump up to stop Blaise.
Blaise went to charge at Nott with his wand out, but was stopped by a second year.
Nott smirked, "I don't hear you people congratulating."
Draco took out his wand and pointed it at Nott, 'Levicorpus' He thought to himself, and Nott was instantly hanging upside down in the air.
Snape must have heard the noise because in the next minute he was in the common room. He looked over where the second year was keeping Blaise away from Nott. "Vaisey, let go of Zabini." He said.
Vaisey listened immediately and let go of Blaise, and Blaise was still fuming. 'As soon as Snape is gone. As /soon/ as he is gone.'
Snape then looked up and saw Nott hanging in the air, he put up his wand and slowly brought Nott down. "Nott, next time you want to hang on the ceiling, don't." He said, then looked around to see if anything else seemed to be going wrong. And he left.
Blaise glared at Nott, then he took out his wand.
Draco walked over to Blaise, "He's not worth it." He whispered, "Let him go to his lover girl."
"Awww, look everyone, the lover boys are plotting."
"Shut the hell up." It actually wasn't Blaise or Draco. It was Crabbe. "Nott, I could pummel you to the ground in a second. Why don't you do us all a favor and go satisfy Parkinson?"
Draco looked shocked, as did Blaise. Nott looked as if he had been slapped in the face, "Well Crabbe. I see you aren't as dumb as you look." He said, trying to come out on top.
Blaise had so many things he wanted to say, and so many spells he wanted to cast. But he simply stormed out of the Common Room, keeping his temper. 'See Dad? I'm not scum.'
Draco on the other hand, was hexing Nott non-stop.
Blaise saw something that instantly changed his mood, Harry Potter, 'Excellent.' He thought to himself. "Hey Scarface!"
"Oh great, let's see what you can handle without Draco and the gorillas?"
"Plenty more than you ever could."
"At least my mom's not a slut."
"At least my mom's not dead."
"Shut up Zabini."
"Oh but why? I'm only just beginning."
"So, why was Snape down here?"
"None of your business Pothead."
"Oh, that's a new one."
"And a good one." Blaise said, pretending to faint. "That stunt in DADA before Christmas made everyone think you were stoned, so you know, it's only fair that we appeal to everyone with the variation."
"Ha, ha. You are so funny."
Blaise smirked, "Yeah, of course I am. But you don't have to tell me."
"Your mom's a murderer!"
"Tell me something I don't know." Blaise said, walking past Harry. 'How does he know… I thought only Draco knew…'
"Invisibility cloaks, something huh?"
Blaise turned around and glared at Harry, "You shouldn't be hanging around where you're not wanted. Which would mean you should go and die. Because no one wants you here except for Mudbloods and blood traitors."
"Never call Hermione a Mudblood or Ron a blood traitor again."
"I'll call anyone anything I feel."
"So if you can that means I can call you the kid everyone feels sorry for." Harry began, "Not even his own house can speak to him truthfully."
"My house is full of scum. Most of the people are idiotic losers. They belong in Gryffindor."
"What, does your house also have a giant poster that says 'All Hail You-Know-Who'?"
"Shut up Potter." Blaise said, with a Draco-worthy sneer.
"Oh, I seem to have hit a nerve."
"Why do people always think they've hit a nerve?" Blaise exclaimed, "You can't 'hit a nerve' because nerves are inside of you, you can't hit someone's insides!"
Harry looked at Blaise, "It's an expression you dolt."
"I still have the right to be annoyed by it."
"Why am I even wasting my time here?" Harry stated as he turned around and went back up to Gryffindor Tower.
Blaise reentered the Slytherin Common Room and sat on the couch.
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