Prompt: for Thursday 30th June Secret

Pairing: Luna/Blaise and a side of Ginny/Draco

Rating: K+

Summary: Blaise...is confused.

Author Notes: For the Hogwarts Online Forum Prompt of the Day! So I was thinking, I really shouldn't be signing up for any more challenges since I already have at least three- but I figured I could bang this out so... here is my sorry attempt at multi-tasking.

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Ok, so never mind, it was originally for the prompt but it didn't go the way I wanted it too so now... a one shot!

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Blaise Zabini was confused. So, utterly confused. If Draco Malfoy could see him in this state, staring glassy eyes at the cold wall, sitting on the floor with knees drawn up to his chest, he would surely shake his head in disgrace. Because, Blaise did not just simply loose his marbles, as Theodore Nott had mentioned one night when he stormed into the Common Room and slammed the door to his room. He was just, simply put, incredibly confused. The wall gave no certain answers, instead providing a million questions. Now Blaise was no idiot, after all, he was a Slytherin, and rightly so. If you asked any of his housemates (disregarding Draco) they would confidently, if albeit a little reluctantly, that he was one of the most clever, witty, and definitely devious Slytherins in their year. So, it is a once in a lifetime experience to see the Italian in any state other than cool, calm, collectiveness, something that Draco was sure to pick up on and use. After all, he was the only one who wouldn't be hexed the minute he opened his mouth to speak by the irate boy. They were the closest to "friends" that a Slytherin could get. Not that it stopped Blaise from blackmail ever since he had caught Draco and a little red-haired weasel (the girl mind you) in a quite compromising position. He had wasted no time in using this little piece of information to his advantage. He is a Slytherin after all.

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They sat leisurely under an old tree that provided the ultimate shade in the humid weather. Most transpired down to the crystal lake, taking advantage of the Giant Squid's happy mood to swim. Many eyed the Draco and Blaise like pieces of meat, just waiting to be torn apart by the mob of girls, but both of the Slytherins payed them no heed, instead puling out books they had "borrowed" to study for the Transfiguration exam that they had procrastinated on. Let it be known that Slytherin's do study, not just buy their way through Hogwarts with their Daddy's money. A loud laugh could be heard from the middle of the lake as Harry Potter waved to someone coming through the open doors towards the Golden Trio. Both boys didn't look up, instead focusing on reading the text. They had their grades to maintain after all. Blaise pulled off his heavy robes, leaving himself in Muggle jeans and a white shirt partially open. His bronzed skin glowed in the sun, even as Draco sneered at his Muggle attire. Rolling his eyes at his friend's attitude, he went back to studying.

They were interrupted by another shout of laughter-this time definitely feminine- in the lake. Draco's head snapped up and Blaise looked over concerned, it wouldn't do for him to get whiplash. A slow, smug smirk spread across his lips as he saw the blond's jaw clench in fury. None other than Ginny Weasley tackled Perfect Potter into the lake, splashing them both with a large wave and going under.

"Calm down mate!" Blaise didn't even bother to hid his smirk as Draco's grey eyes snapped to his face, glaring, before going back to drilling a figurative hole through the poor girl's skull. After a while of observing the amusing show, Blaise leaned back onto the trunk, allowing himself to watch the other occupants. Lavendar Brown wiggled one finger oddly at him, fluttering her eyes lashes dramatically. Sending a quick grin in her general direction, his eyes drifted away from the obnoxious girl, and landing on the blonde in the corner, conversing with a Ravenclaw- if the blue and bronze tie was his own-. She was clad in a two piece, simple and innocent, her blue eyes shining mysteriously as she grinned at the mere scrap of a boy. Absently, he figured that he was watching quite obviously, but he preferred the term, observing. It made more sense as to why he was blatantly booring his eyes into her shining hair, a little like how Draco had been two seconds earlier. He was broken out of his stupor as Draco tapped him none too gently on the shoulder, smirking at the dazed expression on Blaise's face,

"You're screwed mate."

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So now, we find the poor, confused boy staring at a wall-not even one with a pretty portrait- just a plain old stone wall, while his unhelpful friend skirted off to meet with his little shag-buddy. The last night, Blaise tossed and turned in his 60 Egyptian thread sheets, unable to fall asleep in fear that the image of a laughing Luna Lovegood would assault his mind the minute he slipped away. The Ravenclaw girl was beneath him after all, she was talking with Corner for Salazar's sake.

The next morning, he figured his almond-shaped eyes would have been bloodshot from lack of sleep, with black bags hanging underneath disturbingly. But, Blaise abhorred being anything less than perfect, as did Draco,so he talked/blackmailed Draco into into casting a few cosmetic charms to cover his eyes imperfections. His pride had to be sacrificed to Draco's ridicule as he cast the appropriate spells. Too much trouble had been caused by his, as Draco put, 'little infatuation for the loony Ravenclaw.' First his ego, then his own pride, and now his BEAUTY? It was just too much.

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After sitting for Merlin knows how long, Blaise picked his dejected self off the ground, and stalked into the fairly empty Great Hall for a quick pick me up to release some of his anxiety. Spotting Daphne Greengrass and her younger sister conversing in the corner, he dragged the older girl by the hand without ceremony into the nearest closet. She was notoriously known as the Slytherin slut. She asked no questions, he gave no answers, just focusing all his energy and anger into the bottle-blonde girl.

Letting a low,deep groan escape his throat as he slumped over the spent girl. Blaise leaned against the wall with one arm pushed against a pile of sponges. Daphne's foot threatened to trip over an empty bucket, as she grinned sultrily at the Tuscan boy,

"So?" Her green eyes gleamed with questions but he just pushed her away, standing quickly. He still wasn't satisfied! All the anger and the frustration had come back, now coupled with... guilt? Slytherin's don't feel guilt! His brown eyes flashed with anger as they snapped down to Greengrass's gaping form.

"Oh my," she whispered almost reverently. He growled in annoyance, picking himself up, nearly snarling in his agitation,

"What Daphne?"

"Oh sweet Salazar, Blaise." Her eyes were wide with awe, voice tapering off, as she smirked knowingly,

"You're attached!" He snapped, eyes flashing. Rarely did he lose him temper, but once he did...

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" But Daphne was a Slytherin for one reason, her pride was monumental, more than Draco's even.

"Blaise Zabini is attached to a girl!" She sang, laughing, pulling on her skirt, keeping green eyes trained on his angered form.

"What? Do you expect me to be a ponce?" He winced straight after, knowing quite a lot that he opened himself up for a derogatory comment. But, to his utter surprise, she just shook her head, a smirk dancing on her still plump lips,

"Its been a good run Blaise, but I'm not stupid enough to fuck an attached man." He growled, annoyed, unable to find a suitable comeback as they both started to dress back into their rumpled Hogwart's robes. Shaking his head, Blaise had every impression of pushing open the closet door when it cracked open itself, letting in a small stream of light in the otherwise dark room. Daphne let out a low hiss as the light assaulted the both of them.

"What the bleeding-"

"Oh! I'm, um, sorry-" the girl trailed off, shaking golden hair in front of her bright red cheeks as Blaise froze, eyes snapping to the petite girl shakily stepping back. Daphne's eyes darted in between Luna and Blaise, eyeing them both curiously before it all clicked. Her lips pulled into a small smirk and she let out a soft chuckle,

"Oh Blaise-" Smiling one more time, she dashed down the hall, hair flying, leaving the pair staring at each other. Luna's blue eyes stared, unwavering and searching. She spoke first.

"You're Blaise Zabini." He couldn't help but grin at her no-nonsense, straight-to-the-point attitude. It was quite refreshing from the evasive, critical way a normal Slytherin talks, he found.

"Yes, I suppose I am." He smirked at her nonplussed expression, her eyes sliding warily from his swollen lips, to misshapen clothes, back to mussed hair. She nodded, hair falling behind her back, that he just happened to notice, was very wavy.

"Well, its a...pleasure...to meet you Blaise Zabini." She paused, looking at him oddly with her head tilted to one side,

"Although I suppose meeting when you are infected by a Jarnin is not the best time... you should get that checked out!" Her pink lips stretched into an amused grin at his perplexed expression,

"Wha-?"

"They encourage passions and lust!" Blaise gaped at the odd girl, a grin tugging relentless at his lips,

"Whatever Lovegood. I'll leave you to your crazy ideas." As he stalked away with hands shoved into his pockets, he heard her whisper quietly, her musical voice carrying through the empty halls,

"Oh no Blaise. Not ideas, facts."