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The Real Blaise Zabini

Chapter 19

The Chapter without a Creative Name

Draco and Blaise were exiting the Potions corridor, heading to the Great Hall. "Call me Heir again Blaise. I dare you." Draco said, glaring at him.

Blaise was laughing, still, "Draco, you got to admit, it's pretty funny."

"The first hundred times." Draco said, sarcastically, "But once you reached the one hundred and first time… It got annoying."

"I didn't say it that many times." Blaise protested.

Draco shook his head as he sat at the Slytherin table, "But it was pretty close."

Nott looked at Blaise and Draco, "What's so funny Zabini?"

Blaise turned to Nott and smiled. "None other than the fact that you don't realize that we all hate you." He then laughed again.

As the two boys ate their lunch, a letter was dropped in Blaise's lap.

"Who's it from?" Draco asked.

"Who do you think?" Blaise tore the letter out of the envelope.

Blaise Christopher Zabini, I'm getting sick and tired of your attitude. It's there when you speak to me, and even when you write! Just because you miss your father, bless his soul, it doesn't mean you can take it out on me! When you come home for the Christmas holidays, you are going to apologize to me. Sincerely. You are going to mean every word of the apology, and next time, it'll be a howler.

Blaise rolled his eyes, "What a whore." He said, looking at Draco.

"Wow. She's a bit off her rocker isn't she?"

"Definitely." Blaise said, laughing again, "And people think I belong in St. Mungos."

"It's hereditary!" Draco exclaimed, and he laughed as well.

"Shut up Malfoy." Blaise replied, finishing off his food and laughing.

Meanwhile, at the Gryffindor table, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were looking at Draco and Blaise, both of who were laughing hysterically.

"It's not funny to laugh about petrifying someone…" Harry said, looking at Ron and Hermione.

Hermione sighed, "Harry!" She exclaimed, "You don't even know if Malfoy is the heir or not!"

"It's pretty obvious." He retorted.

Back at the Slytherin table, Blaise was rereading the letter. "So, how much you want to bet that within the month she gets a new boyfriend." He said, crumpling it and throwing it on the table.

"I give her a week." Draco replied, "And he'll probably have some issues as well."

"As long as it's not another alcoholic." Blaise said, "I don't think I could deal with anymore firewhiskey."

Draco smirked, "I know what you mean, the short amount of time I was there and the smell of that crap was imprinted into my nostrils for weeks."

The two walked back towards the Slytherin Common Room, sliding in behind a 4th year who had said the password for the three, although he didn't know Draco and Blaise were behind him.

"Short term memory loss sucks." Draco said, looking through his trunk as Blaise sat on his bed staring at him.

Blaise raised an eyebrow, "Since when do you have short term memory loss?" He asked, staring at his best friend, confused.

Draco's belongings were thrown all around his area, "I can't even remember what class I have next! And I can't find my schedule!" He had a pair of socks on top of his head and his usually slicked back hair was sticking out from the commotion.

Snickering, Blaise looked at his best friend again, "I'll help you out, it's Herbology." He laughed, "And I'd get all your crap back into your trunk, and find a mirror."

Draco was clueless, "Why a mirror?"

"Go see for yourself."

Draco went down to the bathroom, and his eyes grew wide as Blaise stood in the doorway. "See why?" Blaise asked.

Draco cast a spell putting his hair in its normal extremely gelled position. "That's better."

"Yup, you're your normal greaseball self." Blaise said, tossing Draco his bag. "Can we go now? I don't feel like running merrily through the grounds to get to the greenhouses on time."

Draco laughed as he caught his bag, "Oh but why not? Running merrily sounds ever-so-much fun."

"Yes, loads. But not today." Blaise said, walking out of the Common Room.

The two arrived at the Greenhouse and walked in, there were only a few seats left, but no group of four. "Crabbe, Goyle, looks like you two can't rely on us for answers today."

"You mean rely on you." Draco retorted, "This is one of my worst classes."

"Forgot about that." Blaise said, putting his stuff down at a seat two rows behind Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Draco put his stuff at the seat next to Blaise, while Crabbe and Goyle were forced to go further up in the greenhouse.

Professor Sprout began talking about Mandrakes, and their blood-curdling shriek. Blaise looked at Draco, who was slowly falling asleep, using his bag as a pillow. In response, Blaise kicked him in the shin.

"Ow!" Draco suddenly woke up, "Damnit Blaise." He whispered, glaring at his best friend.

Blaise smirked, "If I have to suffer this boring stuff, so do you." He retorted, "And next time you fall asleep, remember where you get your good grades from."

Draco blinked a few times, as if processing what his friend had just said, "Alright, fine, I'll attempt to stay awake, just don't kick me again."

"Would you prefer that I curse you into the middle of next year?"

"Nope." Draco said, yawning, "I guess kicking is better..." He dozed off as Blaise kicked him in the shin again.

Draco shot up, "Alright! I get it!"

"Mr. Malfoy is there a problem?" Professor Sprout looked at the two boys, pausing her lecture.

Blaise vaguely heard Harry snicker as Draco replied, "None at all," he then lowered his voice and turned to Blaise, "Just the fact that I'm bored out of my mind."

Professor Sprout continued rambling. As Draco attempted to stay awake, and Blaise was sketching pictures of his father. Which then led to him drawing pictures of himself slaughtering his mother brutally.

Draco looked over at Blaise's drawings, "Damn, and the entire time I thought you've been taking notes."

"Is any of this note-worthy?" Blaise asked, adding a little detail to the drawing of his mother's murder.

"Dunno." Draco replied, "Been too busy falling asleep to notice."

Finally Professor Sprout finished as class ended. "Next class we will start working with the mandrakes, so I hope you're all prepared."

Blaise and Draco walked away, Blaise shoving his drawing in his pocket. "Sweet." he said, smirking, "Free period."

Draco smirked as the two reentered the building, "We should probably write that essay Snape gave us..."

"You haven't done it yet?"

"No," Draco replied, "Have you?"

Blaise nodded, "I've been done for a while."

"Have I mentioned that I hate you?"

Blaise smiled, "No you don't hate me. How could you hate this face?" He winked at Draco.

"Oh of course, I'm deeply in love with you and I hope to screw you senseless." Draco said, laughing hysterically.

Blaise nodded, "That's what I thought." The two sat down on the couch in the Common Room, laughing hysterically, Blaise began to write a reply to his mother's letter.

Thing,

Me? Apologize to you? I don't think that's happening. And it's not going to happen because I'm not coming home for the Christmas holidays. ALSO if I go anywhere but school, it'll be to the Malfoys. Because they care about me, much unlike yourself. And go the fuck ahead and send me a howler. You're dead to me, and I'll only see you if I'm forced to.

-Me

Blaise stood up and walked towards the portrait hole, he exited and headed up to the owlery.

As he walked up the stairs, he felt a hand over his mouth and he was pulled off into an empty classroom. "What the fuck!" He shouted as he quickly looked around the room, seeing no one but him. His eyes darted from one end of the room to another.

"Told you he's clueless." He heard someone whisper.

"Shut up!" Another voice hissed, "If we want information we're not going to insult him."

"Whoever the fuck you are you better get some courage and show yourselves." Blaise exclaimed, turning around, trying to see who was talking, he didn't see anything.

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of nowhere, it was Ron Weasley, "Alright Blaise, what's the deal with Malfoy and the Chamber of Secrets?"

"What's the deal with Malfoy and the what of who?" Blaise retorted, knowing exactly what Ron was talking about, but pretending to act like he didn't.

Another figure appeared, this one was Hermione Granger. Blaise laughed, "Oh wow, this is the day. I never thought I'd have to deal with the two of you without Pothead a.k.a. Scarface a.k.a. Your Threesome Buddy around."

Hermione glared at Blaise, "Look, we know that Draco's the heir of Slytherin we just-" She was cut off by Blaise's hysterical laughter.

Blaise collapsed because he was laughing so hard. His letter falling out of his hand and falling open.

Ron nudged Hermione and they quickly read the letter, Hermione absorbing every last word. They eyed each other as Blaise continued to laugh.

Blaise stood up and regained himself, picking up the letter, folding it, and putting it into his robe pocket, "If you would be so kind as to excuse me," He retorted, his calm demeanor coming back, "I have letters to mail." He walked towards the exit, "Letters of which, have no concern to you, and although you may have read it, you have no idea what is going on, and will have to deal with that while you try to figure it out." He was then gone, leaving Ron and Hermione clueless and without any information they had come to receive.

As soon as Blaise reached the owlery, his owl flew straight to him, "Just bring this to the bitch."

As the owl flew away, Blaise sat on the ledge of the window, watching it slowly disappear towards the Zabini Manor.

I hope you liked it. I'll probably update later this week, but I'm not too sure.

Amanda: Glad you enjoyed the chapter.