As noiselessly as possible I tried to pass through the room, not wanting any awkward conversation to happen. But when I almost reached the exit door, Blaise sat up in his bed and smirked at me, his eyes wandering over my body. His bare chest was partially covered with the same gold glitter that was distributed everywhere in the room. "Ehm... I gotta go." I opened the door to make a quick escape. "See you, Kitty-Kat. And turn left at the next corner, believe me, you seriously don't wanna go right." said Blaise. I was already halfway through the door, but stepped back in. "Don't you dare to give me any nicknames, Zabini! And don't tell me what to do, I'm not a baby!" I hated men that tried to make me feel inferior. Plus, he was a Slytherin. A fucking Slytherin. "Whatever, K, but you seemed to like it last night." He laughed and lay back into the silk sheets. I wanted to respond something to show him my anger, but instead, I just decided to leave. He wasn't worth arguing.

The hallway was dark and freezing cold. Right, this was the dungeon. I arrived at a corner and remembered what this Blaise-Bastard said. Looking to the right, I saw the corridor merge into something that looked like a common room, from where multiple voices reached me. I quickly decided to follow Blaise's instructions, although I didn't want to.

I finally found my way home to the Gryffindor tower. Fortunately, there was no one in the common room or my dorm, so I didn't need to explain anything to anyone. A painfully embarrassing walk of shame was the last thing I needed right now. All I wanted was to take a long hot shower and have a giant breakfast afterwards, I was starving. But when I caught sight of the Holyhead Harpies-alarm clock on Alicia's nightstand, I realized that breakfast time was over in about 20 minutes, therefore I changed the plan. Food first, than shower. I put on a big, comfortable sweater and jeans, wearing my hair up in a ponytail as usual, and rushed down to the Great Hall.

Alicia, Angelina, George and Fred were sitting at the Gryffindor table. I sat down beside them, filling my plate with tons of bacon, eggs, baked beans and toast and started eating. "Seriously, Katie, how can you always eat that much?" asked Angelina, who was just sipping on a cup of coffee. "That's just what I was thinking about, Angie-babe. She is so tiny, but eats more than everyone I know, including Won-Won." Fred added. I expected a different discussing topic, concerning my nightly activities maybe, but wasn't unhappy with the lack of attention. This way, I could focus on shovelling food into my mouth and wouldn't have to explain something, that wasn't even explicable to me. "By the way, we are sorry that we left you alone at the party last night. Angelina went searching for you later, but we figured you were already in bed." Alicia apologized. A little bit of my memories came back, I remembered how George with Alicia and Fred with Angelina escaped the crowd, heading towards the Astronomy Tower for some, uhm, privacy. As always, they didn't care what I was doing. Since my four best friends were in relationships with each other, I often felt like the fifth wheel. However, it was good to see that they didn't know about Zabini and me. Goth, it even felt wrong to think that. Zabini and me. "Oh, Katie, you have some glitter in your hair." Angelina giggled, "Ah, did I tell you guys what Harry told me earlier? He told me, that Hagrid told him, that there was supposed to be a shower of glitter at midnight, that would have been sooo beautiful, wouldn't it? But obviously, there wasn't any yesterday. Guess what happened? Someone stole all the glitter from Hagrid's cabin! I could assure Harry, that this time, it wasn't a prank by the infamous Weasley twins." Everyone laughed, except me. Zabini stole it. Why would anyone steal glitter? Right, it was Zabini, a Slytherin, they are not logical, just evil. Evil, evil persons that get you drunk and make you have sex with them. I suddenly lost my appetite, something, that didn't happen very often.

"Hey sexy, you still eating that or can I have some?" asked Blaise, who sat down next to me out of a sudden. Angelina, Alicia and the twins froze in their conversation and turned their heads towards Blaise, who then started to serve himself with my bacon. After one minute of pure confussion, George asked: "What do you want, Zabini?" Blaise smirked. "Looks like I'm eating some delicious bacon, doesn't it?" With a slow movement, he placed his hand on my thigh and caressed it gently, working his way upwards. Thank God the others didn't see what Zabini was doing. Hopefully, this would be over any second and he would leave to go back to his own table. It is not like he would want to be seen hanging out with some Gryffindors. Just wait, I told myself, keep calm, don't make an embarrassing scene, pretend like you don't notice and especially don't care about him. Although I really just wanted to slash his pretty face with my fork.

The others were still in some kind of shock condition, starring at the Slytherin that dared to disturb the relatively quiet state of disregard between the houses. "Guys, your pancakes are getting cold" Zabini commented to them, his voice again dripping with sarcasm. His hand almost arrived at the top of my leg now, turning towards the inside of my thighs, getting seriously too intimate. That was too much, I could no longer stay silent. "Blaise! Get your…" I started, but he cut me off by pushing his lips onto mine. Then, he rose up from the table in one elegant and quick movement and left, a self-confident smirk on his lips.