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CHAPTER#5: Desires Of His Heart

Blaise watched her, from out of the window in the library, where he came to 'study'. Really he had just told his friends that because he couldn't stand being in her presence any longer. So while they went outside to enjoy the snow, he was inside watching them.

It started two weeks ago when she pulled that prank on them for talking about the weaselette, as they liked to call her. The look on her face was so happy and her laughter as she ran away from them, down the hall. Even though it pained him to think it, that sound was magical. It had haunted his daydreams and night dreams. He couldn't get the sound of it out of his head.

It wasn't only him; he noticed happily, no, she was getting to them all. Pansy was talking more, and not about people. He could hear them in the common room laughing about little things. And that wasn't anything compared to the changes in Draco. A first Blaise wasn't sure if these change was the works of losing his father, whom he knew, he hated, or because of the gain of the sibling he knew, his friend always wanted. But now it was no doubt in his mind. His friends were happier.

She was taking the whole school by storm. Walking down the halls with her silver locks flowing behind her as the newly appointed head girl. Second best in al their classes, with him being first of course. And he had the sickening feeling she was holding back, that if she really tried she'd beat him.

All that he could take, what was getting to him was how very responsive his body seemed to be to her. She brush up against him on accident or lightly touch him and his skin burned for hours. When she walked by quickly as he got a whiff of her essence, he can't stop himself from taking deep breaths. Or when she was smiling at one of the Gryffindor boys a monster in him roared to rip the person limb from limb and the scary part he wasn't so sure if it was a bad idea.

The worst part of all this; the dreams, the feeling, the aching desire was that while luckily she seemed to be oblivious to all this, Pansy seemed to be painfully obvious to it all. She'd been giving him weird looks and hurrying to sit by Draco so the only empty one was by Kacy.

Luckily she seemed to like the weaselette, so she wasn't around as much as in the beginning. She only has been here for two month and already she had him ready to kill out of jealousy.

When she first came, a couple of days after Halloween, after with the whole incident with Potter, he thought it was a little weird of her turning up all of the sudden, but after Draco explained his mother hiding her from their father, and him being gone now, he understood totally. The first month, she was nothing but his best mate's sister. Then a month later, the first week of December, when she hexed them, he's views of her began to change. He started noticing little things; like when see was reading she would play with her ear or the earring she's wearing at the moment. When they're in class and she knows the answer she waits and look around trying to give someone else a chance to answer the question, and if they do she makes this adorable pouting face. He found himself answering questions more often just to see it.

He'd always been the silent type. Even in class he didn't flaunt he's knowledge like Granger had. Instead him listened and did well on any test and quiz given to him. So why had he found himself talking, hoping she would laugh or smile at something he said. He was driving himself crazy and he knew it.

"Blaise you hear me?" He looked up from the paragraph he had just reread for the seventh time. And there she was standing in front of him out of breath. He looked out the window, next to, where He was supposed to be writing his Transfiguration report. Indeed the snowball fight they were having was abandoned and taking up by some first years.

"Are you done with your essay, are you coming to lunch?" she asked

"Where the others?" he asked instead

"Waiting for us, I told them I'd come get you" she looked around at all his papers " are you coming or do you want to stay."

But Blaise wasn't playing attention to this, she had snow in her hair and it was taking all his will power not to succumb to the urges to wipe it out.

"Come on you need to eat something," she said gather his papers with a flick of her wand " your can't even focus."

That's cause you're here

"You need food." Then she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the library. He allowed her to drag him all the way to the Great Hall. Throwing in excuses why not to go to dinner so she wouldn't let go. "Here you go," she said handing him his bag " see you after dinner. " she called as she walked to her table.

He walked to his own and sit down across from Draco. " You finish it.

" Almost"

"What! You were in there all day." Pansy said

He shrugged " fell asleep" then started paling His plate with food

"Well you missed it," Draco said laughing as Pansy snickered "Kacy cursed Nott, we called time out from the snowball fight cause it was getting cold, anyway Nott decided to throw one last snowball at her as she walked up the steps. She turned around so fast and hit him with a nasty Bat-Bogey hex. Shes hanging around the little weaselette to much."

"That's why she had so much snow in her hair." He said thinking out loud

"What? " Draco replied

"Oh nothing" he covered up rubbing his neck. But when he looked up Pansy lifted an eyebrow at him knowingly. He quickly looked away, not wanting to give anymore a way. Blaise looked down the Slytherin table. " So where Nott then," he said not seeing he's fellow seventh year.

"Still in the hospital when I suppose," Malfoy shrugged " told you it was a pretty nasty one."