Chapter 12- Meeting De Love

Blaise Zabini's POV!!!

With my hands shoved into my pockets I entered the Slytherin common room seeing the green and black coordination throughout the whole commons. I was looking for Rachel Riddle. She was smart with Potions. I needed help with my homework a bit. ~ Okay, maybe a lot. ~ I took my now sweaty hands out of my pockets and wiped them down on my black pair slacks then put one hand through my hair. Anyways I always like her teaching me better. She was very nice compared to Draco. I saw her long brown hair cascading over the armrest of the nice sofa in the commons. Her brownish blue eyes fluttered back to me. I saw her faint smile. Then I saw the blonde hair of Draco Malfoy pop its way over Rachel to see who she was staring at.

"Uh, um, Draco." ~ I admit it. I'm a shy guy- very shy. ~

"What Zabini?" He sneered at me unhappy that I interrupted him and Rachel's 'moment'.

"Can um, I borrow Riddle for a few?" I stuttered. I wish I could talk a little smoother. Rachel's eyes lit up at me. She was giggling.

"Blaise I'm not an obje-"

"No." Draco stated sharply against me.

"Yeah sure," Rachel mused taking her hands out of Draco's hair. "Draco, we'll finish planning later okay?" But Draco didn't budge, "And I will do the thing we shook on." ~ The thing they shook on? ~ She placed her hands firmly on Draco's shoulders and pushed him off of her. He let out a snigger.

"I was hoping to get more out of you." He grinned and picked up a parchment on the coffee table. I watched them closely like I was told to. "My room in," he looked at his nice silver watch that I've seen a billion times. I bet Rachel's dad gave him that like he gives everything to those too. I wasn't particularly jealous. I was just mad that Draco's the 'new dark lord' and I'm not. "Oh thirty minutes?" It was a Rolex watch too with green diamonds around the face of the watch and Draco written with emerald diamonds on the inside. He eventually left after Rachel gave a small nod.

"So, Blaise, you needed something?"

"Uh, yeah. I needed help with my homework for Potion's class." I said a little embarrassed admitting it to her.

"Homework?" She tilted her head toward the headrest. I bet she didn't know exactly what homework I was talking about. She barely did homework. ~ She's that smart. ~

"The rejuvenation potion has 2 raven feathers, a pint of veela's blood, a unicorn's toenail, a yoke of a Hungarian horntail dragon, and smashed up mint leafs for flavor." She answered skillfully. "Very difficult to find the mint leafs." She verified for me.


"Does Terrence know?" I asked quietly. ~ She was just on the sofa with Draco Malfoy. I'm not gonna expect them not to be naughty. ~

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him." She smiled at me. I couldn't understand how she could be so cruel with her boyfriends. "Anyways, Blaise, nothing was going on between me and Draco. And there never will be." I stared at her for a couple of seconds before going back to my paper.

Rachel's Pov!!!

"We need to finish planning," I said rather plainly pushing my chocolate brown hair over my shoulder. ~ I swear I'm getting obsessed with touching my hair! ~ I leaned against the nicely carved and indented doorframe. I've had lots of time to admire it. I crossed my arms in annoyance of him.

"Why aren't you wearing it?" Draco said sitting up in his sloppily made bed.

"Did you write it down at least?" I said as a couple of boys peaked in the room to see who I was talking to. "The date."

"I said we can do it anytime meaning even now." He said trying to seduce me into his bed. ~ Gross! ~

"Um, no." I put on a disgusted face, turning away from Draco. "I wouldn't ever want to fuck you."

"Oi, Draco, for once you get rejected." A tall fourth year said to Draco his French accent seeping through each one of his words easily. At least he sounded hot and looked hot. His eyes traveled over toward me "And a beautiful lady at that." He smiled down at me and picked up my right hand. I unfolded my arms and he lowered his lips to my hand and kissed it softly. "I am Pierre De Love. Rachel Riddle, I suppose?" He said, leaving his smile on his nicely tanned face.


"Correct. How did you know?" I asked interested in how easily it came to him. I directed my attention to Pierre. The name seemed so familiar to me.

"You speak French. I can tell." He said having his smirk replacing his perfect smile. I let out a fake snort no one can tell the difference between my real laughter and my fake. ~ Daddy, Draco, and I all took acting classes for these situations. ~

"Really? I don't speak any French, sadly. I always begged my mum to have a tutor for French." I lied and put on a pouting face.

"D'ailleurs, je suis la sixime anne, pas la quatrime anne." (Moreover, I am a sixth year not a fourth year. ) He said glancing back down the hallway which I saw him come from and where most fourth year dorm bedrooms and bathrooms are placed. "Ils n'ont pas eu assez de pice dans les siximes salles d'anne." (They did not have enough room in the sixth dorms this year) He spoke good French, it must be his first language. I tried to the best of my knowledge to put on a confused face. ~ It was hard to, since I understood him so well. ~

"Huh?" I said stupidly.

"Arrter le jeu sourd-muet avec moi, je savent que vous parlez franais exellent. Aussi bien qu'anglais, espagnol, et l'Allemand."

(Stop the deaf-mute play with me. I know that you speak French excellently. As well as English, Spanish, and German.) He seethed. "L'un ou l'autre vous me dites que la vrit et moi maintiennent vos secrets srs. Ou, vous mentez moi et chacun sait qui vous tes et ce que vous ; et naturellement nous devenons des ennemis." 

(One or the other you tell me that the truth and I'll keep your secret secure. Or, you lie to me and each one knows which you are and what you and naturally we become enemies.) His face now centimeters from mine, ~ Okay, so I'm exaggerating a bit. ~ His eyes went down to my lips, ~ I didn't know what to do- play dumb or speak it. ~ For some reason it felt like someone's reading my mind. His eyes went back to mine and I started to notice how my body was completely pressed up against the door frame- no longer really relaxing. I felt sort of dumbstruck standing here like this and I did not like it. Pierre stood up straight. The thing was I felt more attracted to Pierre than I did with any other guy. Pierre was straight forward and demanding- something I like. Draco let out a loud cough not liking the fact that he didn't know what was going on and it was looking like me and Pierre were going to make out. 

"Venez moi quand vous allez volontairement me dire ce qui est l'affaire."

(Come to me when you will willingly tell me what about the business.) I bit my bottom lip as he turned around and strode back to his room or at least I think he went back to his room.

"So did you write it down?" I tried to ignore what just happened but Draco didn't know what to do about it. I got up from the doorframe and joined Draco on the bed which he did not protest.

"Yeah I did." Draco said rolling his eyes as I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Don't need to be so snippy, Draco." I said lying down on my back and resting my head on his pillow.

"I'm not." he whined at me. He was actually being cute. He took his hand and squeezed my side making me gasp and laugh. I don't know how he found that ticklish spot.

"No Draco!" I said giggling as he tickled both my sides.

"I can't believe it, Rachel Riddle! Ticklish!" He said laughing and tickling me more.

"Its not funny!" I tried saying through my gasps of laughter. "Draco please don't tickle me!" I said covering my sides as quickly as possible but Draco just moved on to a different area. He squeezed just above my knee making me squeal.

"Oh wow Rachel, you are really ticklish." Draco said smiling at me as I squirmed around while he let his fingers tickle practically anywhere he could get his hands on.

"No! Draco!" I gasped as my cheeks starting hurting from smiling. ~ Ugh I can't believe I'm squealing. ~