Prompt: Three Dead Hearts (#551), interested.
Blaise Zabini
Blaise was observant. Not something he was often credited for, as his famous mother, his incredibly good looks and his misogyny often took precedence. But he supposed it was better that way.
Slytherins were fascinating creatures to observe. And he felt himself, much to his consternation, quite interested in one Slytherin in particular.
She was beyond the trifecta of things that he most hated in the world- an intelligent, beautiful, half-blood witch.
Really, he wanted to hate her from the start and to an extent, he'd shown much disdain towards her.
Infuriatingly enough, Tracey Davis didn't give a damn what other people thought of her which took much of the pleasure out of antagonizing her, but didn't do anything to douse the loathing.
He wasn't sure when or how their unofficial, competition had started to win the crown for Heart-Breaker of their time. And admittedly, Trace did an admirable job keeping up, collecting as many, if not more, broken hearts.
But it wasn't merely Tracey whom he was interested in, but rather the love-triangle she was unwittingly at the very point of.
Anyone looking at Daphne Greengrass would think the girl was made of ice, and that inside her chest instead of a heart, there was a rotting and festering corpse.
Blaise didn't think anyone else knew or noticed. Everyone just rather thought that it was unfortunate that the most beautiful girl in all of Hogwarts happened to be the so frigid and cruel, that any male that might be interested, withered under her pale blue gaze and all interest was quickly forgotten. It didn't help that she had a vicious, forked tongue that was quick to lash out like a whip with metal tips.
But Blaise knew better. Daphne's heart certainly beat, but only for Tracey Davis who was wholly unaware- or pretended to be unaware.
And then, there was Theodore Nott, Tracey's other best friend. A boy so incapable of expressing emotion, grey eyes so dull, skin so pale, that if it weren't for his staggering intelligence, he might be confused for a zombie.
Theodore Nott, whose eyes followed Tracey from behind whatever book his nose was buried in. There was a boy that would never let another get too close to Tracey.
Not that Tracey would ever let anyone close enough to touch her heart.
Blaise wasn't sure what exactly Tracey's problem was, he knew that she was not as heartless as she appeared... it was simply not possible for a girl with two such devoted companions, to be so heartless, or else, why would they stick around? Why would they chase away the boyfriends that lasted more than a couple months when Tracey didn't seem to show signs of getting bored yet?
They hoped.
That was their problem.
Blaise had long ago discarded hope. Like Tracey, he knew that love wasn't real, that it wasn't worth the bother to be so fooled and humiliated by believing in it.
It was morbid fascination, that kept him watching.
Oh he knew Daphne didn't stand a chance... Tracey had never shown even the remotest interested in the fairer sex.
But Blaise wasn't sure that Theodore would fair any better in winning Tracey's heart, even if he happened to be the right sex.
But Blaise was sure whatever the fallout, it was sure to be entertaining.
Perhaps even by the end, there really would be three dead hearts.
A/n: All these stories play out in the same "Universe" and are not in chronological order and do sort of connect (or at least some may reference back to another- as in the Tracey referred to here is the same Tracey as the one that broke up with Terry Boot).
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