A/N: Err… This chapter is going to suck. Because all it's doing is connecting the Easter holidays with the summer holidays.
Blaise and Draco were sitting in the Common Room, making an attempt at doing their homework. Blaise, as usual, was being more successful than Draco, but that was because Draco was a bit out of it.
After the situation with Nott at the end of holidays, random students had been going up to Blaise and asked him if he could get someone off their case. All Blaise would say was, "I'm just a first year!"
Classes resumed after Easter holidays, per usual, and Blaise was getting angrier than ever. Almost anyone who he knew and had something against him was messing with his mom. And no matter how much he hated her he couldn't let someone insult her, especially right in front of his face.
But the two people he reserved his most dreaded torment for were Harry Potter and Theodore Nott.
One day after a Gryffindor/Slytherin Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry decided to insult Blaise's mum. To see how long it would take to get under Blaise's skin. Blaise wasn't going to let this blood traitor mess with him, he pointed his wand to Harry, and waved it, causing great streams of blood to come out of his nose, and then Harry fell backwards, petrified in the middle of the hall.
Draco smirked as the Slytherins walked back to the common room. "Think they'll find out it was you?"
"Yup."
"Don't you care?"
"Nope."
"Even if you get expelled?"
"I won't."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Snape."
"Point?"
"He'll defend me."
"Yeah, hopefully."
"Not hopefully, definitely."
"Okay. If you say so."
"Hey Zabini!" It was Nott.
Blaise ignored Nott and kept working on his Charms essay.
"Zabini. Don't ignore me when I'm talking to you."
"Go rant to someone who cares Nott. Someone like Parkinson."
"We broke up."
"What you weren't satisfying her enough?" It was Draco this time.
"Shut up Malfoy, this is between me and Blaise."
"Sorry Nott. I don't swing that way." Blaise stated, going back to work on his essay.
"Neither do I!"
"You made it seem like you did."
"Well I don't. Might I add that I'm the only one out of the three of us that has ever had a girlfriend?"
"I'd actually call that a boyfriend. Parkinson doesn't exactly qualify as a chick." Draco popped back into the conversation.
Nott pointed his wand at Draco, "Shut. Up. Malfoy."
Blaise glared at Nott, "Put your wand down." He spat, "Remember what happened before Easter holidays?"
The memories flew through Nott's tiny brain. Him hanging upside down, being tormented by Crabbe, Goyle, Draco, and Blaise. "Alright." He hissed as he stuffed his wand into his pocket.
"Now. Sit."
"I'm not a dog."
"If you want to talk to me you have to sit down."
"Who said I wanted to talk to you?"
A look of confusion mixed with disgust appeared on Blaise's face, "You did…"
"Oh yeah…"
"So… What do you want?"
"I was wondering how soon is it going to be before this guy dies off like your dad did?" Nott said, laughing.
Blaise bit as lip, not wanting to get pissed off and explode, but it didn't work, "Shut up! It's not my fault my mom is a-" He cut himself off, "It's not my fault my dad's dead!" He said, stopping himself from saying the truthful theory.
Nott's ears perked up, "Your mom is a what."
"Slut."
"You calling me a slut?"
"No. My mom is a slut." Blaise replied, covering his tracks.
"Yeah, that's what you want me to think."
"It's the truth."
"Yeah right."
"How would you know?"
"I have my… uh… sources."
"Whatever Nott."
((Hehe, Nott is trying to get Blaise to "admit his thoughts" but that is NOT gonna happen. smirks))