So I researched it and I discovered that Uagadou doesn't seem to have houses nor Quidditch. But for the sake of the story, Imma make up some and there is quidditch there lol.


Chapter 10: Blaise's First Date Part 2

As the four made their way down the dirt road to Hogsmeade Village, Ron and Hermione purposely hung back a bit a bit. Far enough to look as if they weren't walking with them, but close enough to overhear what Rashida and Blaise were saying.

Rashida and Blaise continued to walk arm in arm, despite Blaise's attitude that Rashida had created from the castle.

"Why are you so quiet?" asked Rashida.

"I don't want to say anything that you will turn against me, like you usually do." said Blaise, rolling his eyes.

Rashida let out a big laugh. "Oh Zabini, you're such a clown. So what if I give you a few zingers every now and then? Get over it "

"Get over it? Really? How bout you-"

"Look, let's try and be nice to each other, okay Zabini? For Ron and Hermione's sake. This is their first date after all." said Rashida.

Blaise got quiet for a second. "Mine too." he mumbled.

"Didn't catch that."

"It's my first date too." he said loud enough for her to hear.

"I don't believe you. All the girls you have wooed and you have never taken them out on a date?" asked Rashida sincerely.

Blaise felt that tiny familiar twinge of guilt. "No. I never have. I never thought it worth my time to be honest."

Rashida was a bit surprised. To be a womanizer and not actually date a girl? He was worse than she thought. At the same time, there has to be a problem as to why, and she was determined that she was going to find out by the end of the day.

The four made it to the lovely little village of Hogsmeade. They hit up Zonko's Joke Shop first, where Rashida was impressed ("You should see my brother's shop in Diagon Alley." said Ron. "Way more stuff, exclusive stuff.") with all the jokes and prank items that were there.

After buying a few items, they headed over to Spintwitches Sporting Needs, where they all discovered something very fun about Rashida.

"You're a seeker?" exclaimed Ron as they looked at some of the Quidditch equipment.

"Yes, didn't I tell you? I was on the Jagluiperd quidditch team. That was my house. Kind of like the equivalent of your Gryffindor, only our symbol is a cheetah and our colors were yellow and black like Hufflepuff. I had been a seeker since my first year." said Rashida as if it wasn't a big deal at all.

"That's amazing." said Hermione. "Harry has been seeker since first year too. The youngest seeker in Hogwarts in a century."

"Why didn't you say anything? You could be our backup seeker. You're probably a hell of a lot better that Romilda Fucking Vane" spat Ron as he could not stand her skills.

"Never really thought about it." shrugged Rashida. She looked over at Blaise, who was giving her an unfamiliar look.

"What..." said Rashida.

"Nothing. You're just really impressive" said Blaise.

Rashida scoffed. "Are you feeding me a line?" she asked, attitude prominent in her voice.

"I was actually trying to give you a compliment." said Blaise, eyebrow raised.

"Oh." said Rashida, calmly. "Well, thank you."

Blaise nodded and then walked off to look at something else, leaving Rashida to watch him awkwardly.

After they left the sports shop, they stopped in Honeydukes where Rashida felt as if she had died and went to Heaven. She had never seen so many sweets in one place, and her sweet tooth was tingling. She ended up spending money on chocolate frogs (promising Ron the cards), sugar quills (Hermione swore by those), jelly slugs, pumpkin pasties, cauldron cakes, licorice wands, and Droobles best blowing gum.

"You have enough sweets to open up your own store." joked Blaise as they walked out the store and towards Three Broomsticks.

"You can never have too much sweet goodness. You of all people should know about having an abundance of goodies." said Rashida, popping a drooble in her mouth.

Blaise rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" asked Rashida.

"I said that you're being a real bitch!" yelled Blaise.

Ron and Hermione looked on as they could almost see the steam rising off of Rashida's skin.

"What the hell did you just call me? How dare you! At least I'm not some male chauvinist pig, who treats women like trophies and tries to win them all to show off on his mantle. You're so fucking full of yourself!" yelled Rashida.

"And you're not?! You act like you're some fucking Egyptian princess as if I'm supposed to bow down and kiss your feet, when really you are a mean fucking girl who think she has me down to a bloody science, when really you don't fucking know me at all!" snapped Blaise, and he turned and walked off.

Rashida stood, mouth gaped open as she watched Blaise march off, clearly pissed. She looked over at Ron and Hermione, and for the first time ever, she actually felt guilty for her words.

"Should I?" she asked them.

"I think you should." said Ron. "I've never seen him that mad. Ever."

Rashida nodded and jogged after him.


"Zabini!"she called out. Blaise kept walking swiftly towards the Shrieking Shack, eager to get away from her.

"Zabini, come on." said Rashida, trying to catch up. "Ohhh... .Blaise!"

Blaise stopped at the sound of his first name. She had never said it before. He turned and faced her as she caught up with him.

"Look, I see I made you really upset, and I guess what I'm trying to say is-"

"My fathers." said Blaise in a soft voice, cutting her off.

Rashida looked confused. "Pardon?"

"I suppose you've never heard of the famous Camilla Zabini? Pureblood witch who has had her share of husbands? Seven to be exact." said Blaise.

Rashida shook her head. Blaise pointed to a nearby tree branch that was lying on the ground and quickly transfigured it into a bench. He sat down and patted the bench, signalling her to sit, which she did.

"I've never known my actual father." began Blaise. "He bailed on us when he found out Ma was pregnant. Since then, she hasn't trusted any man. She would date, marry, and then anywhere from a few months, to a few years, they would mysteriously die, leaving my mother rich and then she would move on. I did bond with some of them. One taught me how to talk to women, a couple of them were nice and told me how to properly treat a woman, while most taught me the opposite."

"Ma would teach me lessons too. She told me never to give my whole heart to one person, because then, you give that person the power to hurt you. To leave you. And then, you'll be by yourself and depressed, wallowing in your own self pity. So, when I started getting involved with girls, I wouldn't date them. I would make them believe they were the most important witch in the world. I did that without even dating them. I've never had a proper girlfriend. And then, when I got what I wanted out of them, I would act as if I didn't want shit to do with them anymore. I've probably been with more witches than I would care to count. Some of them probably really liked me. But, I didn't give them the proper chance."

Rashida felt terrible for Blaise. She felt as if he never was shown the proper way to be a man. Even though the bet was heavily on her mind, she still couldn't help but feel sorry for how he was. He never really know how to be. Perhaps he needed to learn. And while she didn't want to put her heart on the line, perhaps she could possible teach him.

Rashida took Blaise's hand into hers. "I'm sorry." she said, looking deep into Blaise's eyes to make sure he knew she was telling the truth.

Blaise nodded. "I've never told anyone this."

"Then I won't either." said Rashida, giving him a small smile.

"Sorry I called you a bitch. You're not that at all."

"I was being one."

"No, you were being honest. Putting me in my place, if you will. I needed that." said Blaise, winking as he stood up. "Can we start over then?"

He held out his hand. Rashida took it, allowing Blaise to pull her up off the bench.

"We can do that, I'm sure. I'll try not to be an ass, Blaise." said Rashida.

Blaise blushed at the sound of his name. "And I'll try not to be one too, Shida." said Blaise.

"Nicknaming me already?" giggled Rashida.

"Your name is too long. I don't wanna say all those syllables."

"Lazy ass."

Blaise held onto Rashida's hand as they walked over to the Three Broomsticks. They joined Ron and Hermione, who were glad to see that they had patched things up, and ordered food and butterbeers.

The rest of the afternoon went well. They ate and talked and then explored more of the shops, looking at things for Christmas for their families. After about two hours they all headed back to the castle.

When they got to the castle, Ron and Hermione went off by themselves, leaving Rashida and Blaise at the stairs in front of the great hall.

"Hey, I wanna say, thanks for hearing me out." said Blaise, surprisingly in a shy tone.

"Of course. I needed to after all the times I ragged on you." said Rashida, nudging him.

"Actually, I think that was what I needed." said Blaise, nudging her back . "I've never had a woman tell me about myself and put me in my place. Even though it sucked, it was rather refreshing, and it made me think."

"Well, I'm impressed you learned something." laughed Rashida. "I didn't think I could break that superior Slytherin mind of yours."

"Whatever, stubborn Gryffindor." said Blaise.

The two stood awkwardly for a few seconds. Then Blaise leaned over and kissed Rashida gently on the cheek. It was only for a few seconds, but the touch of his lips made Rashida's face feel like it was on fire, something that she had never thought she would never feel again. Her eyes lit up, her lips parted a little in shock.

"Night." said Blaise, smiling. He then turned and headed off to Slytherin dungeon, leaving Rashida touching her cheek, confused as to why she actually liked it.