Once Blaise had everyone's attention he began to speak, "You can all leave now." He stated, "I want you all off my property. Mom, that means you too."
Andrea looked as if she had been smacked in the face, "Your father left me this house."
"Dad's book about the Manor says otherwise."
"What are you talking about? I threw out all those books."
"No you didn't." Blaise said, "Page 16 of The Manor reads: 'The Zabini Manor and all it's house-elves, contents, and anything else go to the oldest Zabini resident.'"
"And that would be me!" Andrea hissed at her son.
"Not anymore."
"What are you talking about?"
"You aren't Andrea Zabini anymore. I'm the only Zabini left. So this house, and everything in it, is mine."
"Go to your room."
Blaise turned around to go up, "I will. My room at Hogwarts. I want all of you gone by summer." He then stormed up to his room, grabbed all his stuff and his wand and stormed out the front door, holding his wand up with his right hand.
All of a sudden, a triple-decker purple bus pulled up. And stopped right at Blaise's feet. The conductor spoke, "'Ello, Welcome to the Knight Bus, I'm Stan Shunpike. Where's you off to?"
Blaise looked a little surprised, "Uh… Hogwarts."
"You heard the boy Ern! We're off to Hogwarts!" Stan said as Blaise stumbled to sit in a chair.
Within minutes Blaise was back at Hogwarts and he simply entered the castle, not even bothering to make his appearance known. He went down to the dungeons and reentered the Common Room.
Draco was sitting on the couch, writing a letter.
"Malfoy!" Blaise hissed.
Draco sat up straight and looked around, having heard his name.
"Malfoy!" Blaise hissed again, louder this time.
Draco turned to the source of his name, "Blaise! You're back!"
"After almost murdering someone, yeah. I'm back."
"Nice."
"Yeah. Turns out Mom didn't throw out everything. And I'm legal owner of the property, although she'll take it up with the Ministry. And blah, blah, blah. End of story: I'm not gonna own it anymore." Blaise said, lugging his stuff upstairs where he saw Nott and Pansy making out on Nott's bed, "Okay." Blaise set his stuff down and bolted back downstairs, "That. Is. The. Grossest. Thing. Ever." Blaise stated, as he gagged.
Draco looked at Blaise, "Yeah. Why do you think I'm down here?"
"Good point."
The common room was practically dead, except for a few third years playing chess at one of the tables, and various fifth and seventh years studying. "Where is everyone?" Blaise asked Draco.
"Either home for the holidays, out at the Quidditch Pitch, or roaming the halls tormenting people."
"Crabbe and Goyle go home for Easter?"
"Yup. I've been stuck here with Nott and Parkinson. Was tempted to walk out and go to your house. But I stayed here."
"Good thing, or you would've seen me and my mom get into another major argument."
"And that's something new because…."
"It's not. It just gets annoying after a while."
"So, your house still reek of fire whiskey?"
"Lord yes. I swear that guy is an alcoholic!"
"Ha ha." Draco laughed, "That's real nice of you, come on Blaise you have to give the guy a chance." He said, quoting Blaise's mom.
"I had to stand next to him at the wedding, and oh my lord!" Blaise said, laughing still.
In the middle of the two boys' laughing fit, Nott and Pansy walked down the stairs, "Oh look, he's back." Nott said, smirking as he saw Blaise, "What your mom kick you out for disgracing her name?"
Blaise turned towards Nott and pointed his wand at him, "No. She didn't. I left on my own."
"Oh, you speak with your wand now?"
Red sparks flew from Blaise's wand, "And I heard about Draco's hexes. You wouldn't want me to bring back those memories would you?"
Nott bolted out of the Common Room, followed by Pansy.
All the other students in the common room clapped for Blaise. One seventh year in particular looked at Blaise and smiled, "Thanks Kid. He's been annoying the crap out of us all week!"
"Err…" Blaise sat back down and worked on his potions essay. Draco was snickering.
"Nice one Zabini."
"Thanks."
((A/N: Yus. I love it.))