"Blaise, I need help." Pansy sat down next to the bulky Slytherin, trying not to run away from what she was about to ask.
"For the last time, no you cannot copy my transfiguration homework." Blaise said this without looking up from the book he was reading. If he had, he would have realised from the expression dominating Pansy's face, was not stricken about work.
"It's not about work, Blaise." The strangled note in her voice made Blaise look up and really take note of the conversation.
"What's up?" Pansy took a breath to prepare herself for laughter.
"I need help, in resisting Draco." Blaise's next words took a questioning note.
"Resisting him, as in not sleeping with him? I didn't know you liked him." Pansy scowled, no-one knew, that was why she was considered a whore.
"Yes well, I always have. And before you say anything I do not sleep around. Only he has that power." The dark look that clouded Pansy's face as she spoke struck a chord in Blaise. For the first time, someone saw Pansy for more that what was clearly displayed on the outside. Blaise took a trip into her heart, and saw that it wasn't all superficial nonsense, he would have expected.
"I'll help you, but you'll need to start by telling me what you really want to get out of this resistance." Pansy took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. She spoke to her lap as she began to really bear her heart to the silent listener.
"I want to be able to resist him." She began, but then considered what she could really get out of this. "That's my main aim. But I'd also like to be able to control him. Get my own back, you know. Oh and I'd like to not be known as a whore, because that is so untrue." Blaise nodded, still unsure whether his best friend really deserved this. Before he could make up his mind up Pansy continued.
"I want to be the one calling the shots. I'd like to tackle that first. I want to be the one who walks away in the morning without a backwards glance." Pansy's eyes began to, once again, fill with tears as she struggled to open her heart without a full breakdown.
As Blaise listened to her tales, and how she wanted the control, he realised that Draco was responsible for a lot more than he ever claimed. Most of which was heartless, not the Draco Blaise thought he knew.
The two began to plot against the most confident Slytherin of all. The one thing they couldn't think of was how to begin, until Blaise had a brainwave.
"I'll get the guys drunk. Draco always spills his guts when he's trashed, plus I still need to hear it from him before I can help really bring him down guiltlessly.
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Draco himself had been planning a boy's night 'out' for a while, which was Pansy's fuel as she knew she would be safe that night. A boy's night 'out' meant all the alcohol they could find or lay their hands on was to be cracked open and they were going to get hammered. Well, that was Draco's definition anyhow, and that's the one that counts.
Blaise had to do some meticulous planning to pull of what they had planned. This included swapping the contents of a bottle of vodka for water, preparing things to suggest to an intoxicated Draco and wearing the right clothes in case he needed an excuse to leave.
After dinner, Draco herded the Slytherin boys down to their shared dorm room and pulled the alcohol from the various corners they had been hidden in. Blaise helped in this task so that when he placed the bottle of 'vodka' near him, it wouldn't be an unusual act.
It didn't take long for the five boys to be staggering around in search of strange things. Even the giant Crabbe and Goyle soon had enough alcohol in them to be unsteady on their feet. Blaise was, of course, faking this and decided to begin a round of I have never to see if he could get information out of Draco.
Blaise's I have nevers were all relating to something Draco could have done to Pansy. Soon he became desperate as the other boys were becoming more intoxicated. He finally hit the nail on the head with;
"I have never hit Pansy." Draco took the shot indicating he had. When no-one said anything and Blaise asked a quite, "When?" Draco told the story.
"Well, we fucked, yeah?" The boys nodded like children being read to. Blaise's lips had tightened and he was concentrating hard to make out Draco's slurred words. "And we woke up in the morning and I had a hangover," Draco giggled, apparently at the irony, though no-one was quite sure, "and she was being a bitch talking to loud about things that aren't even necessary like relationships and crap. Euch." Draco took a swig of beer before continuing; now swaying where he sat. "So I got pissed off and hit her face with the back of my hand." He mimed doing the same to Theo, who slapped his hand away and then quickly stood up and headed to the bathroom. Noises of regurgitated alcohol and cake were soon heard. Draco continued, speaking louder to block out noises coming from the bathroom. "And it wasn't hard enough to even leave a mark, except that I was wearing that stupid ring Mother sent me, and it scraped her face. She still has the scar." He giggled and Blaise felt sickened and wished he'd drunk some alcohol before hearing that.
Blaise knew now that he couldn't refuse Pansy, in fact he was looking forward to humiliating Draco into submission. Blaise knew the scar that Draco was talking about. He remembered when Pansy had it red and raw on her face and how she refused to talk about it to anybody. The other Slytherin girls had soon started circulating rumours around about poor Pansy.
While Blaise had his epiphany about Pansy's scar, the other boys had moved on to talking about squirrels. Blaise stood up and, dark and brooding, made his way out of the dorm room and down the dark corridor to the common room, where he lay down on a large sofa and fell into a dreamless sleep, resolving to begin truly scheming with Pansy in the morning.
A.N: Another chapter for you so you can see the shape the story is taking. If you love it or hate it, just leave a review (and comment on my third person writing).
Disclaimer: I own nothing (apart from the plot, but I'm not entirely sure I can take credit for that...maybe I can, I can't remember :S).