Two chapters in one day, yay!

For the guest who commented asking about Ginny: She and Draco will be next chapter. The next chapter will be all about them and the Christmas party is at the Malfoy's so that chapter also will mainly be about them. Don't worry, I'll never forget about Drinny. Romione and Drinny are my OTPs lol

Italian translation: bambino: baby

Blaise, è necessario essere più gentile, lei può essere tua moglie un giorno.: Blaise, you need to be kinder, she may be your wife someday.

Sposarla? Ma lei mi avrebbe ucciso nel sonno !: Marry her? Ma she would kill me in my sleep!

un dolce: sweet one

nonna: grandmother


Chapter 17: Turning Tables

*START DREAM*

"I can't believe you! How could you do this to me?!"

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know I was going to not be interested in you anymore."

"No you knew full well what you were doing! You just took what you wanted, and now that I don't want to do it anymore, you don't want me! You told me you loved me!"

"I did Shi-Shi and I'm sorry, alright? Can we at least be friends?"

"After you fuck me a couple times and then leave me you want to be friends? Fuck you!"

"Come on, it was just sex."

"It was never just sex to me!"

*END DREAM*

Rashida woke up with a start Christmas morning. She groaned, remembering she had dreamt the day when everything went downhill for her. The reason why she would never let another wizard get that close.

She looked at the watch that was on her arm. It was actually Blaise's watch that she had teasingly taken from him the previous night and had forgotten to take off. 7:30. Time to get up.

She sat up and had seen her mother's weaver bird Trixie sitting on a perch in the room. Beside Trixi's were two shrunken packages and a letter. 'Mamma and Pappa's Christmas presents.' she thought as she smiled at Trixie and smoothed down her feathers. She took the letter from her beak and began to read.

Our Dearest Shi-Shi,

Merry Christmas to you. We truly miss you and hope our gifts and letter finds you well. We were glad to hear that you are having fun at the Zabini's, but not too much fun.

Oh be quiet. That was your father speaking, dear. You have all the fun you want. And don't keep yourself so closed off, you deserve to be happy.

Your mother is ill. You keep your fun to a rated G maximum.

Akil, leave the girl alone! Let her live!

Masika, she can live when she is on her own!

Ignore your father. You have a good time and send my love to Blaise. I trust he is treating you well.

He better be, or I'll kick his ass.

Akil!

Love,

You Mamma and Pappa

P.S: Bakari sends his love.

Rashida laughed at the letter. Her parents must have used a shadow quill that caught everything that they said. She kissed the letter and then grew the presents to their normal size.

She had received beautiful colors of yarn that felt as smooth as silk for her hair from Bakari, her older brother, a new charm for her charm bracelet from her father, and a new sketchbook with special color pencils that resharpened themselves. Rashida loved to sketch and draw. There was also two packages that Rashida had asked her parents to get for her for Blaise and his mother.

"Hey Shida? You alive in there?" came Blaise's voice from behind the door.

Rashida shook her head as she opened the door. She paused as she was met with a shirtless Blaise with gray designer sweatpants on. She had to quickly compose herself. Blaise's body had to be chiseled out of black marble because it was truly perfection.

"Is there a reason why you came to my door half naked?" asked Rashida, trying to play it off that she was phased by him.

"Do naked blokes scare you?" asked Blaise.

"No no. Quite the opposite really." teased Rashida, brushing her fingertip lightly on his chest. Blaise took in a deep breath, the touch made his body heat up.

And then he let out a yell as Rashida pinched his nipple, hard.

"Fuck, Rashida!" yelled Blaise, grabbing at his chest. Rashida guffawed, not being able to contain her enjoyment.

"You're an evil bint you are." said Blaise, rubbing his tender nipple, a scowl on his face.

"You're such a big baby. Come on, I want to see what the prince has been showered with. said Rashida as she grabbed the packages and his hand and pulled him down the stairs.


Camilla Zabini was already in the sitting room, sipping on hot chocolate. The woman was radiant, with Blaise looking exactly like her. During Rashida's stay, she had figured out why men fell so hard for her. The woman was a delight, charming, sophisticated, funny, worldly, and a great conversationalist.

"Rashida child, what did you do to my bambino?" she asked sweetly. Camilla had grown extremely fond of the beautiful witch that put her son in his place.

"I just gave him a lesson on proper dress around a lady." she said innocently.

"Whatever!" said Blaise "This harpy almost snatched my nipple off of my body!"

Camilla laughed. "Blaise, è necessario essere più gentile, lei può essere tua moglie un giorno." she spoke in Italian knowingly.

Blaise glared at his mother. "Sposarla? Ma lei mi avrebbe ucciso nel sonno !" he retorted.

Rashida wanted to know what they were saying, however, there had been many times that she had spoken Afrikaans to Blaise without telling him the meaning so she didn't say anything.

Camilla had gotten Rashida a beautiful pair of Italian leather designer shoes that she instantly decided she would wear with her dress to the party that night. She had gotten Blaise a new outfit, shoes, and Gucci cologne that he enjoyed.

"I have something for the two of you." said Rashida, showing them the packages.

"You didn't have to, un dolce." said Camilla as she took her package.

"Yeah, you really didn't." said Blaise as he hesitantly took his. Rashida shrugged.

She had gotten Camilla framed pictures of famous hieroglyphics. Camilla had admired some of them in the family pictures that Rashida had shown her.

Blaise opened up his present and chuckled. Rashida had gotten him a cookbook full of African recipes. The book was magical so if he needed it, it would have holograms pop out of it and show him step by step what to do.

"This is amazing." said Blaise as he looked through the pages.

"Find page 107" she said.

Blaise flipped through the pages until he came to page 107. "Fried Dumplings?"

"You're going to make that for me one day." said Rashida. "Its divine with chocolate sauce "

"I have something for you too."said Blaise as he reached under the tree to retrieve a flat square velvet box, giving it to her.

Rashida looked at the box and then back at Blaise. She then looked over at Camila who looked like she was very excited to see her open it.

When she opened the box, she almost dropped it. There was a white gold chain with a heart pendant hanging from it. The pendent was white hold as well. The top corner of the heart had white diamonds and the bottom half blue diamonds, the same blue as Blaise's eyes.

"It was my nonna's." said Blaise as he looked at Rashida's bewildered face.

"Your grandmother's? But, I can't accept this, why are you giving it to me?" asked Rashida with bated breath.

"She told me to give it to you. She will be here soon for lunch. You can ask her." said Blaise with a small but playful smirk.

"Are you sure you want me to have this?"

Blaise took the necklace from the box. "Lift up your hair." he said in a calm but firm voice, indicating that he didn't want any more objection.

Rashida complied and allowed Blaise to put the necklace around her neck. When the heart fell against her chest, she couldn't help but feel warmth and wisdom emit from it.

Blaise gently touched the heart, briefly grazing her skin. "Looks good on you." he said shyly.


Before Rashida could respond, the doorbell rang. The Zabini's house elf Bitty answered it. An average sized but short lady walked in cheerful and smiling.

"Hello family, hello!" said the delightful woman. Blaise got up and took the packages that she had in her arms and sat them on the couch.

"BB, where in Merlin's name is your shirt?!" said the woman smacking his chest. "You are around women, boy!"

Blaise laughed and hugged her. "Sorry, Nonna, I just wanted to be free today."

"No, boy, you wanted to show off today. Now, you must be this Rashida that I've heard so much about. I'm Somara Zabini, I'm so pleased to finally meet you." said Somara, holding out her arms for a hug.

Rashida smiled, hugging the woman, who didn't look much older than her own grandmother.

"You heard of me?" she asked. Blaise waved his hands in an attempt to silence his grandmother.

Somara winked at the young girl. "Oh yes. BB has written about you many times. First letter we got about you, he called you the bane of his existence. So that must mean you're doing something right."

Rashida grinned as Blaise covered his face and shook his head.

"Why do you call him BB?" asked Rashida.

"Nonna..." earned Blaise.

"Stands for Baby Blaise, darling. He didn't tell you?"

The four sat down and had a nice lunch. Rashida loved hearing Somara tell stories about Blaise and how he was growing up. The more embarrassed her got, the more hilarious Rashida found the situation.

Later on, Somara called Rashida into one of the Zabini's parlor rooms.


"I see that he gave you my necklace." she said with a smile.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why he gave me this. I'll gladly return it."

Somara smiled warmly. "No child. He gave this necklace to you for a reason. See, my husband, his grandfather gave that to me when we were schoolmates. He hated me so much sixth year. He didn't like that I wouldn't give him the time of day. That I would be cold to him. He thought himself such a stud, I couldn't stand it."

Rashida rolled her eyes. "Sounds like Blaise."

"That's because weather he knows it or not, he is more like his grandfather than he thinks." said Somara, chuckling. "Anyways, seventh year, we started to become friends. It was gradual, and he still was absolutely insufferable sometimes, but he had stopped chasing after other witches. He would speak better to me, treat me better. Then on Valentine's Day, he gave me that necklace. He told me that I deserved it for putting up with his shenanigans for so long. He said that he appreciated me for showing him that he could be a better man. That was the day that I started to feel more than friendship for him. And a couple weeks later, we started dating."

Rashida looked stunned. "Does, does Blaise know-"

"No not at all. I've never told him the story of us. I did however when he turned 16 give him the necklace and told him to hold onto it until he finds someone that was important to him. Someone that was worth wearing it. Looks like that someone is you, dear."

Rashida picked up the heart and held it in her hand. "Blaise and I are only friends. I don't think...I can't..."

"Oh just because he gave it to you, doesn't mean he is proposing. I think he is trying to show you that he is becoming a man. Blaise isn't used to being scolded and told what to do. He is always the dominant one. You have came and turned his world upside down. And for the better.' said Somara, rubbing Rashida's cheek. "Whether you remain friends, or something else, I just wanna tell you thank you "

Rashida nodded. She appreciated Blaise's gesture. They were becoming faster friends by the day. However, the bet weighed heavily on her mind. Could he had given her this only because of that? Thinking maybe it would have her guard drop?

She shook the thought out of her head. She had more important things to focus on. Like the party. And trying not to crush Blaise's potential heart.