Slytherin Wars
Chapter II: The Declaration of War
Draco didn't mention anything to Blaise for the past few days. In fact, he stopped talking to Blaise and resorted to not really speaking to anyone. But Blaise seems to not notice this and is always happy about something. This irritated Draco even more. And what's even more annoying for him is that he thinks he finally understood this strange resentment he's feeling towards Blaise for liking Hermione. And he didn't want to admit that to himself.
What he doesn't seem to notice is that he keeps on mumbling to himself these past few days...
"I'm not jealous! Why should I be? She's just a mudblood and Blaise's a right old prat! In fact, I think they deserve to be together! Yeah, that's right. Bloody hell the both of them!"
"Drakie? Where do you want to go in the Hogsmeade visit next Saturday? I was thinking of buying a new quill...Drakie?"
"I have to do something. I know! I can murder Blaise tonight! Mwahaha! Now that's an idea..."
"Draco? Are you all right? Why are you laughing?"
"Now, all I have to worry is to where to hide his body and-"
"DRACO MALFOY!" Pansy yelled at his ear. Draco jumped and fell at his chair.
"Huh? What?" Draco shooked his head. "Pansy! You idiot! What the hell did you do that for?!"
Pansy stood up, her face red and looks likely to explode...
"Don't you dare call me an idiot!" Her eyes brimmed with tears. "And what the hell is wrong with you these past few days?! You're always mumbling to yourself! You're creeping the hell out of everyone!"
"I'm not mumbling! And just mind your own business will you!" He stands up and brushes the dirt off his cloak. "And by the way, I'm not planning on going to Hogsmeade with you."
Pansy shouted incoherently at Draco and finally finishing with..."I will never date you again!", she strode at the girl's dormitory.
"Who even said we were dating!" He called back at her retreating form. "What are you all looking at?!" He bellowed at the other Slytherins who was looking at him who eventually averted their eyes.
Draco sat back down at his armchair and continued writing his Transfiguration essay he abandoned a while ago as he was distracted of planning Blaise's horrid death. Suddenly, Blaise entered inside the common room. Draco didn't even recognize his presence as he sat next to him...
"Hey, are you finished?" Blaise asked, looking at the foot-long essay Draco's done.
"Do I look done?" Draco replied without even looking at him. "Why're you here anyway...shouldn't you be at your own dormitory?"
"Yeah, I just thought I'll borrow your set of wizard's chess."
"I don't have them...left the set at home." Draco said still not lifting his head from the essay.
"Oh, all right then, I'll go now. Night." He stood up.
"Have you finished your essay already?" Draco said finally tearing his eyes away from the parchement and looking rather suspiciously at Blaise.
"Oh, I finished already." He smiled. "Ok then, good night!"
And he went out the door and headed off the Head's dormitory...
Draco's hands were shaking.
"Bet he had a REALLY good time making that essay with that mudblood!"
He dipped his quill rather violently at the ink bottle that the ink splattered everywhere.
"Maybe I should torture him first before killing him in his sleep..." Draco thought furiously, his nose filled with black ink.
Draco went to the Great Hall only with Crabbe and Goyle that morning. It was very nice change for him that Pansy is not clinging at his arm. In fact, she's not even looking at him. But Draco isn't upset, he's actually relieved.
He sat and grabs a plate of muffins and kippers. He just started at the kippers when he spat and gagged it out...
His eyes caught Blaise ACTUALLY sitting in the Gryffindor table BESIDE Hermione. He looked around and like him, other students look tranfixed at this.
"Warths wong? (What's wrong?)" Asked. Goyle, his mouth full of muffin. Apparently, he hasn't noticed as he was so busy loading his plate with food.
"Who's Warths Wong?" Crabbe asked stupidly as he too loaded his plates.
Draco paid to attention to them and marched up straight to the Gryffindor table.
"Oh no, don't tell me HE'S going to sit here too." Ron Weasley muttered darkly to Harry Potter as Draco stopped in front of them.
"I would never dream to sit beside you Weasel-bee!" Draco snapped.
"Get the bloody hell away from here then!" Ron bellowed furiously, his ears turning red. "And take your friend with you!" He said, shooting am angry look at Blaise.
"Ron!" Hermione stood up. She turned to look at Draco. "What are you doing here anyway?"
Draco ingnored her and looked at Blaise instead who is determinely avoiding his eyes.
"C'mon!"
"I'm eating..." He simply answered.
"Well, you can eat at OUR table!" He clenched his teeth. "Away from these losers and this insufferable know-it-all Mudblood"
It happened in about a second, Blaise's on his feet, his wand poiting directly at Draco's face...
"Never call her that." He stated firmly, anger at every syllable.
Draco was momentarily taken aback. But he quicly recovered and pulled his want too.
"So what now, huh Blaise?" Draco said hotly. "You're a Mudblood lover now?"
Blaise stiffened, his eyebrows met. "Stupef-"
"Blaise, no!" Hermione went between them, trying to push them apart. "It's not worth it. Just...just stop it, please."
Blaise and Draco were breathing heavily, glaring daggers at each other. Then, with a pleading look from Hermione, Blaise lowered his wand.
"What's going on in here?!" Came the voice of Professor McGonagall. She was hurrying at them looking livid. "Brawling at breakfast! Acting like children! 20 points from Gryffindor and Slytherin! Lower your wand Mr. Malfoy! And stop this nonesense this instance!"
She huffed and with a last stern look at them, headed off to the High Table again.
Draco and Blaise are still glaring at each other.
"Blaise, let's go." Hermione said. "We'll be late for Arithmancy. See you later Harry, Ron."
She gently pulled him and the two of them headed out the Great Hall.
"Wow, that was something!" Ron smirked. "Lost your best mate now have you?"
Draco didn't reply and headed out the Great Hall. He was muttering furiously.
"Hey!" Shouted Crabbe from behind him, clutching what seems to be a dozen blueberry muffin.
"What happened?" Asked Goyle when they managed to catch up with him.
"He should be chucked in Gryffindor! That arrogant bastard!" Draco grumbled.
"Blaise?" Crabbe said thickly through a mouthful of muffin. "But he's our mate, isn't he?"
"Crabbe, how stupid can you get?!" He stated furiously. "You saw him point his wand at me and defend that mudblood prat!"
Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and managed to reply a dull "uh".
"You know what? You two just gobble your food somewhere! Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall!"
He left the two of them and headed off to the Slytherin common room. He sat at the armchair, still fuming. He checked his watch, he's got an hour and a half before History of Magic. So, he flopped open a book, How to be the "It" in Quidditch, and started to read.
After an hour and fifteen minutes of reading, he calmed down a bit. He was about to stand up and head off to his History of Magic lesson when suddenly, the door opened violently...
And in came Blaise...his face still screwed with anger...
Draco merely smirked and walked past him. But Blaise pulled him by his robe so that Draco stumbled backward and fell on his butt...
Draco's face turned red and he rashly got up and pulled his want so that they were pointing it again at each other. The current occupants of the Slytherin common room looked nervously at the two of them and headed off outside, not wanting to be a part of the surely violent fight.
"How did you know the password?!" Draco spat.
"I'm Head Boy Draco..." He stated, his face still full of anger. "I can have a prefect tell me..."
"What now? Are you going to avenge your sweet little mudblood girlfriend?" He mocked.
"I told you...do not call her that..." Blaise's not shouting but his tone is dangerous.
"But you didn't mind that before, did you?" Draco sneered and took little step forward. "I can clearly remember how you compared her with a wide mouthed toad."
Blaise took a deap breath. And the next time he spoke, it was a voice of forced calm...
"I just want to warn you Draco...if you ever lay a finger at her, I swear, you'll never see the sunlight again."
Draco smirked. "What I can't understand is how you of all people fall for that insufferable bookworm."
"She's different..." Blaise's voice sounded gentle this time.
"Well, I can't argue with you on that one." Draco sniggered. "She's the only girl I met with no appeal and no curves. I mean she looks like a post if you'll ask me. I'm even surprised I didn't mistake her for a boy before. And believe me, even the likes of you is too good for her."
Blaise's wand is pointing firmly into Draco's heart. His face furious again...
"She's different from all the girl's you've dated 'Malfoy'! You're just pissed off because you know she too good for you. And since when do you even care who I date." Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"Since you began dating a mudblood! And may I remind you that you are a Slytherin! It...it's a disgrace!" Draco's mouth twitched. "Too good for me?! Hah! EVERY girl wants me Zabini, as you perfetly know that or have you forgotten?"
"You have a VERY good imagination 'Malfoy'" Blaise said coldly.
Draco turned red again. Even he doesn't know why Blaise's annoying the shit out of him and why his mind seems to be barred from witty replies.
"I can have Granger fall head over heals for me 'Zabini'. I can have ANY girl."
"Well too bad for you 'Malfoy', she's not the same as the bitches you date." Blaise sneered. "This girl actually has BRAINS."
"Hah, we'll see about that." Draco smiled menacingly. "I'll have Granger...Mark my words Zabini...I'll have her."
Blaise tensed for a second as if thinking what to do next, then...
"I see...I understand now..." Blaise muttered, more to himself.
"What?" Draco stated annoyingly.
"All right...May the best man have her then..." Blaise said, his expression blank.
"Oh thank you...I will." Draco sneered. He swept past him and headed out the Slytherin common room to his History of Magic class.
Blaise was left standing alone. He heaved a greath breath. His heart is thumping fast that it's in danger of jumping out of his chest. His suspicion as to why was Draco so mad at him for liking Hermione, aside from the fact that she's Muggle-born, is finally confirmed.
Draco Malfoy actually fancies Hermione Granger...
And obviously, Blaise isn't too happy about that...
to be continued...
NOTE OF THE AUTHOR: Whew, finally, I finished the second part. This is actually my first, chaptered DMHG fic. All the others are one-shots, you can read them if you like, all my Harry Potter fics are DMHG pairing . Thank you ever so much for reading and please drop by a review! ...And watch out for the next chapter! .