"Finite Incantem." Zambini said, situated back far enough that he'd be able to ground himself before Malfoy got moving.
Malfoy woke with a roar, his body flinging itself to his feet and sending him into a leaping run at Blaise. Blaise, of course, was ready - not with words, but with planted feet.
Malfoy's well struck blow to the jaw still knocked Blaise into the air, but at least he was able to land on his feet. "That one was your free shot." Blaise growled, "You won't get another."
Malfoy wasn't in the mood to listen, his fury exceeding his mental capacity and striking out into the physical world. Blaise, true to his word, deflected, dodged and, when Malfoy tried to land a particularly punishing right hook, Blaise kicked him in the knee.
Malfoy wasn't stopped by this - his face was howling, but his fists were still coming, fast as flurries. Blaise bided his time, using his forearms to block, and precisely timed a good slug in Malfoy's aristocratic nose.
They both heard the break, but Malfoy wasn't done, his entire bodyweight bearing Blaise's bigger body to the floor. They scuffled there until Blaise finally managed to pin Malfoy, both of them bleeding from multiple blows, mostly on their faces.
"Why?" Draco Malfoy spat, "Why Pansy?"
"Because you can't keep this up forever." Blaise said, "And Pansy will make sure you don't have a choice."
Draco Malfoy tried to roll Blaise off of him with a roar, and instead struggled in a rather undignified way for the better part of ten minutes, before the fight clear left him. With a sigh, he let his arms flop onto the floor, "I know you're right," Draco muttered quietly, as close to an apology as he was ever likely to give, "But I don't have to like it."
[a/n: Draco's not exactly the most clear-headed of the Slytherin bunch. Leave a review? It's still Wednesday, so get your betting books out:
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