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Blaise hardly paid attention the entire class, but it wasn't hard to keep up with the lesson. He thought it was actually pretty easy, and couldn't believe that girl got the answer to the Professor's question wrong.
How hard was it to figure out that the Manticore was a Greek monster? Or that it was a level five classification from the Ministry of Magic? All the girl had to do was pick up a book.
Blaise scratched his quill on a piece of parchment that wasn't for class, writing down a couple of ideas to expand on the Masquerade thought that Granger came up with. Although, all he really wanted to do was lay his head down and catch some sleep.
Glancing over at the Trio, it was amazing how he was still surprised now and again at the sheer idiocy of Granger's friends.
Mainly Weasel though.
Going on eight years and he still didn't know how to write his own notes.
And Granger still dated the moron.
'She could do so much better.' He thought, looking over at her. He held in a laugh as she spotted him and turned back to the lesson, a smirk on his face.
Sometimes he believed that she let him use her notes just so she could feel useful in some way. But then, maybe she really did just want to help. . .
It was a waste of time if you asked him. That dolt was never going to learn anything on his own. He was never going to grow up.
He leaned his chin on his hand and looked around the room, his gaze catching on a gray pair of eyes, glaring at him.
He supposed he should've expected Malfoy to be angry with him. Though he didn't fully understand why. Sure, Blaise slept with his girlfriend, but Draco never actually had a thing for Pansy. He'd only dated her because she doted on him all the time anyway.
Besides, he had been the one to tell Blaise to go for it. Maybe he thought Parkinson wouldn't have actually done it, that Blaise didn't really have a shot. Maybe he thought Pansy would always prefer Draco to him.
It wasn't like it was hard. All Blaise had to do was say Draco didn't really care about her and only dated her because she threw herself at his feet. He was never going to appreciate her because he couldn't care less, couldn't give her what she needed because he didn't want her. All Blaise had to do was say he wanted her, and he would give her everything she needed in one night.
One little decision in a moment of doubt. It was amusing how quickly she said yes.
Staring back at Malfoy now, Blaise realized what a hypocrite he was. He was just as bad as him for using her. At least Zabini was up front about doing it.
Blaise tapped his fingers on his desk before returning to the lesson.
Hypocrisy got on his nerves. Having Draco in his corner was a plus for some things though . . .
This was going to get annoying.
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