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Author's Note: I'M BAACK!

The Real Blaise Zabini

Chapter 17

Letters from Her

"Come on Draco, let's go." Blaise's voice rang through the Slytherin corridor as Draco and himself ran towards the Great Hall for that morning's breakfast.

"What's the rush?" Draco asked, running to catch up with Blaise.

"Let's see… I'm starving. And… Well, actually, I'm just starving."

Draco shook his head as the boys entered the Great Hall. They sat down at the Slytherin table and a letter was dropped in front of the spot where Blaise had just sat down.

He quickly opened the letter and frowned in disgust at what was written.

Blaise,

I was wrong this summer. And it depresses me that I didn't get to see you for your birthday. I didn't even get to see you off to the Hogwarts Express. Is this the way you really feel? I am your mother Blaise. I at least deserve a tiny bit of respect.

Please write back, I really miss you.

-Mum

Blaise shoved the letter into his robe pocket. He'd write her back, but not with the answers she was expecting. After they finished eating their breakfast, they headed up to the Common Room.

"We have a half hour until Transfiguration…" Draco said falling back onto the couch as he, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle walked into the Common Room.

Blaise smirked and took out a piece of parchment.

Draco raised his eyebrow, "What are you doing?"

"The thing I'm forced to live with until I'm 17 wrote me a letter." Blaise replied, "I'm writing her back…"

He was cut off by Draco, "You're what?"

"I'm writing her back. No one said it was going to be a pleasant reply." He said, and he began to write.

Thing I Am Forced To Live With Until I Am 17,

Yes. You were wrong. I don't care if you were depressed. Good, the Malfoys were better at seeing Draco and I off. Duh it's the way I really feel. I hate your guts and wish you'd pull one of your little stunts on yourself and CROAK! I don't care if you're my mother. Because you sure as heck don't act like it, and you deserve no respect. Neither does that alcoholic husband of yours.

-The Only Sane One Left

Blaise handed both letters to Draco. As Draco read the first one he burst out laughing, "What a load of bull!" He exclaimed, flipping to the one Blaise had just written. "And this… It's so… True!"

"Duh."

Nott walked into the Common Room to see Draco and Blaise sitting next to each other laughing hysterically. He raised his eyebrow, "Couldn't you two fall out of love with each other over break?" He asked disgust filled his face.

Blaise stood up and glared at Nott, "We were never in love with each other, we're best friends laughing over a joke. Do you know what a best friend is?" He asked, getting ticked off, "It's someone who can stand to be in your presence. And enjoys your company."

Draco jumped up at this, "And it's something you'll never experience." He added, and then walked towards the portrait hole. Blaise followed him.

"He will always piss me off."

"He will always piss off anyone who is in his presence."

"Obviously."

As they walked into Professor McGonagall's classroom she walked over to the two. "Mister Zabini, Professor Dumbledore would like to see you."

Blaise looked at Draco, "Um… Okay?" He turned on his heel and went towards Dumbledore's office.

Oddly enough, Dumbledore was standing outside the door, "Come in Blaise."

"Okay…" He stepped into the office, followed by Dumbledore. He saw the worst thing that he could possibly see at 8 o' clock in the morning.

His mother, sitting in front of Dumbledore's desk in tears.

"What are you doing here?" Blaise spat. Every word that went past his lips was drenched in hatred.

"I need to talk to you…" She said, "He's…"

"Oh you killed another one?" Blaise asked, showing no emotion whatsoever.

Dumbledore looked shocked, and his mother said nothing, she simply cried.

Of course, he knew it was fake. No one else would think that. Blaise simply looked at Professor Dumbledore, "Can I go now?"

Andrea looked at Blaise, "Blaise… I can't…" She then turned to Dumbledore still 'crying', "Just let him go."

Blaise took these words in and left, going back to Professor McGonagall's classroom. He passed Harry on the way.

He kept walking and Harry looked at him, "What? Since you're not with Draco you aren't brave enough to try anything?"

Blaise turned around and glared at Harry, "You want me to try something?"

"You know what. I'd like to see you try." He retorted, "See what you can manage without Draco."

Blaise whipped out his wand and before Harry could respond with the same gesture, he was on the ground. Blaise had petrified him.

Before anyone could come and make sure the Golden Boy was alright, he bolted to class. Walking in and taking his seat in between Draco and Crabbe.

"What'd he want?" Draco whispered, trying to turn his mouse into a cup.

"The thing was there." Blaise muttered, turning his mouse into a cup and then back into a mouse.

Draco's eyes grew wide and Blaise continued, "She was in tears. She expected me to care and I was just like 'What, you killed another one?' and Dumbledore was shocked at my response, as was it."

Draco laughed, "Wow. What if she really did?"

"It's obvious isn't it?" Blaise asked, casting the spell on Draco's mouse for him, and then again on his own. "Otherwise she wouldn't be here weeping for my sympathy."

"You're heartless." Draco said, shaking his head and laughing.

"So are you."

Professor McGonagall looked up, "Mister Malfoy, Mister Zabini, if I hear another word from either of you besides the spell you will both be losing 10 points from Slytherin."

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