These next five chapters all happen on the same day. So yeah. The more you know lol.


Chapter 4: Rashida's Charm

The next day was a Friday. Casual day. Meaning that the students and teachers didn't have to dress up in their school uniforms and teacher robes.

Rashida looked through her clothes to find something that was revealing enough to make Blaise's mouth water, but not enough to get her in trouble.

She finally found a black long sleeved shirt that was long in the front, but short enough in the back to show off her her lower back tattoo of the Egyptian goddess of marriage, health, and wisdom, Isis. She paired the shirt with a pair of tight low rise stone washed jeans and a pair of sneakers. She put her dreads up into a cute bun, so that none of her hair would cover the tattoo.

Rashida was a very beautiful young woman, though she very much humbled herself. At her old school, she was introverted on purpose, having only a few close friends, having not want to draw attention to herself. She had done that once. And it had destroyed her. She wasn't willing to have it happen again. However, to prove a point, she felt that she needed to open up more, and step out of her comfort zone.

When she was done putting herself together, she helped Hermione with her hair. She had found that the oils she sometimes put on her dreads smoothed Hermione's hair much better than Sleakeasy, and she enjoyed combing and brushing her wild tendrils. She then helped her pick out a dress that was long enough for school, but short enough to show off Hermione's legs, body parts she knew Ron liked after overhearing him and Harry discuss legs before.

Once the girls were ready for the day (Ginny in tight light low rise jeans with a Slytherin green jumper, red hair cascading down her back) they were on their way. They met up with Pansy at the entrance to the great hall (Pansy had on a plaid green and white skirt that was somewhat short and a green off shoulder jumper with her hair in a ponytail) and spoke a quick strategy.

You girls looks amazing!" said Pansy. "If I fancied witches, I would so be into each of you."

The girls laughed. Ginny peeked in enough to see who was in the hall. She only saw Blaise. The other prats must have not made their way down yet.

"Looks like you're going first, Rah." said Ginny. "Are you nervous?"

"Not in the least." said Rashida as she put lipgloss on her lips, careful not to let any get into where the piercing was resting. "Mr. Zabini won't know what hit him. I guess I'm sitting with you this morning, Pans."

The girls walked into the hall. Hermione and Ginny headed over to the Gryffindor table, while Pansy and Rashida talked lively while walking over towards Blaise at the Slytherin table.

Rashida took a look at Blaise before sitting down. Though he was an absolute pig, she couldn't deny that the wizard was indeed gorgeous to look at. At least she didn't have to fake attraction to his face.

She made her way to the side where Blaise was sitting, while Pansy sat across from him. When Rashida sat down, Blaise finally looked up from his bowl of cereal.


"Morning, Zabini." said Rashida, sweetly.

Blaise looked at Rashida, confused. She never went out her way to say hello to him first. Or anything for that matter.

"Morning." he said quietly, taking her in. She smelled bloody amazing this morning. Not that she smelled bad any other time, because that would be a total lie. It just seemed like she wore a different smell than usual. She also smelled extremely familiar. As if he had inhaled the wonderful scent ages ago.

"I suppose you're wondering why I'm sitting over here and not with my house." said Rashida as she put pancakes and bacon on her plate.

Pansy sat quietly and munched on a piece of toast as she watched the two.

"More like why are you not only sitting here, but also talking to me. I thought you hated my guts. Didn't you just say that yesterday?" asked Blaise, raising an eyebrow. Draco finally arrived at the table and sat down beside Pansy, nodding at Blaise.

"I did, and I'm sorry." said Rashida, giving Blaise a puppy dog stare. " I've been thinking about it, and I've decided that I shouldn't be so hard on you. You were only trying to be a friend the only way you know how."

"Yeah, I guess you're...wait. What do you mean the only way I know how?" said Blaise, wearing a baffled expression on his face.

Rashida ignored his look as she chewed and swallowed her pancakes. "Well, I gather you don't really speak to females outside of hitting on them, correct? I mean the female population of this school seems to desire you. So how else would you approach the situation? Surely you don't have conversations with them."

Blaise didn't know if he should feel astonished that she came up with this conclusion or if he should be insulted. "I know how to talk to girls without hitting on them, Mosi. I talk to your friends all the time without hitting on them."

"That's because you know they don't like you. You didn't know that at all about me. You just thought I would swoon at your deep azure eyes and your gorgeous melanin in your skin, and then I would become putty for you to mold any way you want, huh?" said Rashida, eyes twinkling with innocence as she made her sinister statement.

Blaise felt disgusted. Never had he ever had a witch speak to him in that manner. At the same time, he also was intrigued for the exact same reason. Sure most fawned and few delirious or lesbian witches had turned him down, but never had any of them told him about himself.

He also almost felt bad. He quickly dismissed that thought from his mind.

"Alright Mosi. You win." said Blaise, holding out his hand for her to shake. I'll try to make peace and friendship with you. That is, if you want to be friends with such a prat as I."

"I think we can make it work." said Rashida cheerfully, shaking his hand. She gave Pansy a quick glance. A signal.

"Oh Rashida, didn't you say you would show me your muggle tattoo?" asked Pansy enthusiastically.

"You have muggle tattoo? At 17?" asked Blaise.

"You wanna see too?" she asked as she stood up and turned around, showing off the Egyptian goddess on her lower back.

Blaise couldn't help but stare. The tattoo looked vibrant and bright against her honey kissed skin. His eyes drifted down to her very round and very plump bum. He almost got teary eyed as he wanted badly to reach out and grab at it. He sick his hands deep in his pockets and closed his eyes, trying to think of a million other things that would block the thought of both his hands cupping her more than likely smooth to the touch ass.

Draco looked at Blaise, trying desperately to hold his laughter, as he could see his friend's torture of having something beautiful right in his face and not being able to touch it. Pansy just sat with a big grin on her face.

"Hey Pans, let's go so we don't end up stuck in the front of Divination." said Rashida. Pansy nodded as she got up.

"See you around, Zabini. said Rashida innocently. Passing by him, she lightly patted his shoulder, her finger lightly bruising his neck as she walked off.

Blaise looked wide eyed at his best mate. "What the bloody fuck..." he mumbled.

"Wow. Didn't notice how nice of an ass she had." said Draco, pouring pumpkin juice in his cup!

"Hey! If any of us is going to stare at that ass, it's going to be me!" said Blaise defensively.

"Shit, calm down Zabini. She's all yours. I only hope Ginny doesn't read me like a book like Rashida did you." laughed Draco.

"Would you believe she almost made me feel guilty about it?"

"Never. Blaise Zabini concerning himself on how he actually make a bint feel? I would be mental to confuse you with someone else."

Blaise felt irritated at Draco's statement. "Oi! I'm not a complete heartless bastard."

"Are you sure about that?" asked Draco, sincerely.

Blaise looked towards the door that Rashida has exited just two minutes before. He couldn't be that much of an asshole.

Could he?