Afrikaans translation

bliksem: bastard


Chapter 24: Confrontation

Saturday came quickly and the snow had been cleared enough to where traveling to Hogsmeade would be easier.

Blaise was both nervous and ready to confront this Nafume. He managed to intercept the returning later, as he had used a school owl that was loyal to him, and seen that he was going to meet and would be wearing a heavy fur. Even more reason for Blaise to hate the git.

"So you two will come with me?" asked Blaise to Ron and Hermione. He figured that they would be best to tag along just in case something happened. Hermione would be a voice of reason, and Ron would be great muscle if he needed to be held back.

"I don't think you should." said Hermione, arms crossed. She was totally against the idea. "What are you even going to say to him? Plus, the fact that you didn't even tell Rashida. You're doing this behind her back!"

"Look Gra- Hermione, I just want to talk to him and tell him to leave her alone, that's all. She told me what happened. And I don't like that shit."

"Aren't you doing the same shit though?" asked Ron.

"Hell no!" said Blaise, giving Ron a look that said shut up. He didn't know that Hermione already knew about the bet.

"What was that?" asked Hermione.

"Nothing. He's off his rocker." said Blaise. "Look, I just want this tosser to know that she is taken and that I didn't appreciate hearing what he fucking did to her, okay? You two can stay behind if you want, and I'll go by myself, it's nothing."

"No, we'll go." said Hermione.

"We were going to Hogsmeade anyways." said Ron. "Besides, we don't need you tearing the place up."

The three headed down to Hogsmeade. With every step, Blaise went over how the conversation would go. Hermione had told him that Nafume was a year older than him. Knowing that, he would probably try to punk Blaise, treat him as some soft schoolboy. Blaise was determined not to let that happen.

They reached Three Broomsticks and stood outside the door.

"Look in the window, Weasley." said Blaise. "He's supposed to be wearing a fur."

Ron took a peek in and scanned the room. Sure enough, he saw a young man in a brown fur coat.

"Is this wanker actually wearing a real fur? Lion from the looks of it." said Ron crossley.

"That's completely barbaric." said Hermione, scrunching up his nose.

"Yeah, he's an utter prat, he is. Time to do this." said Blaise as he pushed open the door.

He looked around until he spotted the man, sure enough in a fur coat made of lion with the mane as a collar, sitting at a table in the corner, nursing on a bottle of firewhiskey. Hermione and Ron walked over and sat at the table next to his first. Blaise took a few more seconds, and then walked over to the man.

"Nafume, I presume?"

Nafume glanced and down up at Blaise. "How do you know my name?" he asked.

"A little bird told me." said Blaise.

"Oh. You must be one of Shi-Shi's little friends." said Nafume, struggling to hold in a laugh.

"I'm Shida's boyfriend, actually." said Blaise, sitting down across from Nafume.

This time, Nafume let out his laughter. "Oh shit. She must have shown you the letter. And let me guess. It was you that wrote to me and told me to meet."

"Smarter than you look." said Blaise. "I'm here to tell you to leave her alone."

"I think that's up for Shi-Shi to decide." said Nafume, cockily. "Boyfriend or no boyfriend. We have a history together. Something you don't know."

"Oh she told me how she was mental over you and you took advantage of her for a few shags." said Blaise, feeling his temperature rise. "You dismissed her and expected her to wait around for you, didn't you?"

"Why not? She's done it before. We've fucked more than once. She always came back."

"That's in the past." said Blaise, trying desperately to his his growing anger. "Look, I don't give a bloody fuck what you used to have. She's with me now. She doesn't want shit to do with you."

"See that's where you're wrong boy. You-"

"Boy?! I'm only a year younger than you, asshole!" yelled Blaise, starting to gain some attention.

"Whatever. As I was saying, you must not really know how she felt about me. She has loved me since she started school. If I wanted her right now, all I would have to do is snap and I would have her. I know it, she knows it, and deep down, you realize it. Rashida is mine. Always have been, always will be." said Nafume, arrogantly.

"See that's where you're wrong, you son of a bitch. " growled Blaise. "She's mine now. Has been for awhile. She's been to my house, she has met my family, she wears the necklace that I gave her, and she agreed to be with me."

"Have you fucked her yet?"

"That's none of your fucking business."

"I take that as a no. So you have nothing on me. You don't even know how she feels. What to do to make her make that sound that will drive you crazy."

"You fucking low life prick. Stop talking about her like that!" said Blaise in an intimidating voice.

"Ron, you may have to step in." whispered Hermione to Ron.

"Actually..." said Ron, staring at the door.

"I've doubt you've seen her with her shirt off." laughed Nafume. "As I said, she's mine."

"She's mine you fucking bitch." said Blaise, standing up, ready to throw a much deserved punch.

"SHUT UP, I'M NO ONES!" screamed a voice.

Blaise turned to see a very enraged Rashida standing next to Hermione, who had jumped up and grabbed her by the arm.

"Shida."

"Shi-Shi."

Rashida held out her hand. Suddenly, the bottle of firewhiskey lifted up off the table and dumped it's contents all over Nafume, who started sputtering.

"Fuck the both of you!" she yelled as she turned and ran out of the building.

"Oh shit." said Blaise, taking off after her.


Blaise chased after a running Rashida, clearly not even knowing where she was running to. She finally turned down an alley way where Blaise had caught up with her.

"Shida, stop! Talk to me!" said Blaise.

"No! How could you, Blaise?! How could you write to him?" said Rashida, only stopping to shout at him.

"How did you know?"

"Well obviously you did if the bliksem is fucking here!" she yelled, pointing in the direction that she ran from.

"Look Shida, I just wanted to-"

"Dominate the situation? Put your foot down? Be a total caveman and let someone that didn't matter at all anymore know that you were now lord over my life?!"

"But it does matter to you!" harped Blaise. "He fucked you over! He took something sacred and valuable from you that you will never get back and ran with it, and I can tell that you are still upset over it!"

"Oh just like what you would have eventually done triumphantly, right?!"

Blaise was blown away by Rashida's words. Did she know about the bet? And even worse, was he seriously going to be that happy about it?

"Rashida, how the hell can you even say that?" he asked. "We're together."

"I doubt that means a damn thing to you, Blaise Zabini! You would just have your way with me one of these days, and then, just like him, leave me to pick up the pieces of my own shattered mind and heart. Only at least you would do me the happy favor of not trying to do it over and over, unlike him." said Rashida, tears streaming from her eyes.

For the first time throughout this entire fiasco, Blaise felt 100% like a piece of shit. To see the hurt in her eyes over something he had yet done broke his heart completely. How could he be so cruel to her? Why was he so hard pressed to continue something that he knew he would lose her forever doing? He didn't want to lose her at all. He had finally admitted to himself that she was no longer a conquest. If he was fully truthful to himself, he would say that she had stopped being a conquest the first day he had opened up to her.

"You're right." he said, putting his hands up in surrender.

"What?"

"You're absolutely right. At the beginning, I did only want one thing from you. Who the bloody hell wouldn't, you're fucking beautiful."

"This really isn't helping." said Rashida, heatedly.

"I know, I know. Just let me get this out." said Blaise. "Anyways, yes , that's how it was in the beginning. I didn't care to know you, I just wanted to do like I did every other bint that crossed my way. But you? You proved to be difficult, different. You challenged me, pushed me, made me feel like a complete tosser, and made me feel horrible about myself, which apparently, was exactly what I needed"

"You had me at war with myself, at war with my entire outlook on life. I didn't bloody like it at all, but at the same time, I liked you, and liked what you were doing to me. You didn't treat me like a king, you treated me just like every other bloke out here. You made me work for you affection. Something I never ever had to do for a girl. And the more that I wanted to admit that you were just another potential notch in my belt, the more you showed me that you mean a hell of a lot more to me than that."

Rashida felt her resolve start to soften. "You're...you're just saying that." she muttered.

"No, I'm not. I'm honestly not. You mean a lot to me. More than I wanted to admit. That's why I wrote to the bastard. Even though I knew you wouldn't do me like that, I'm not used to having someone. I want to keep you. I want you all to myself. And I wanted him to know that. You're totally right, neither one of us own you. You're not a trophy that is won. But I've never had someone like you. And I want to keep you. I'm yours, and I hope that you're still mine."

Rashida felt as if her heart was going to leap out of her body. She place a hand over her chest just in case by some divine miracle, it actually did. Did he truly mean what he said? Was all of this real? She truly wanted it to be.

"Blaise, I-"

"There you are!" said a voice from behind her. Rashida turned l, face hardening once again. Nafume had caught up with them.

Blaise wasted no time. He took Rashida's hand and gently slung her behind his back so that he stood in front of her protectively, his hand near his wand pocket.

"The fuck do you still want?!" he snarled.

"We already went over this. I came here for what's mine, and I'm not leaving until I get it." said Nafume, full of himself. "Shi-Shi come on, stop playing games with this little ass boy."

"I'm more of a man than you'll ever be, asshole"

"Oh yeah? Prove it." said Nafume, leaning against the wall of a building.

"I don't have to prove shit to you." said Blaise.

"Maybe not to me, but obviously to her." said Nafume, pointing to Rashida. "I can tell by the look on her face."

Blaise turned and looked at Rashida. The confusion, anger,and hurt was written all over her, as if actual words were there and he could read them.

"It was a bet." he said to her.

Rashida thought she had heard wrong. Did he just completely admit to it?

"It was a bet that I would shag you by Valentine's Day. Then, after that, I wouldn't give a fuck about you anymore. Like I did the others. I fought it, but it stopped being a bet to me a long time ago. I just didn't want to concede." said Blaise, laying it out on the table.

Rashida was speechless. Nafume laughed.

"You actually bet on her? Shit, even I wasn't that fucked up to use her for a bet."

"But you still used me." said Rashida, finally able to gather her thoughts.

Nafume laughed. "I didn't use you. You came to me every time. You could have stopped."

"You knew how I felt, stop playing games!"

"Whatever, that's all in the past. And this little boy just admitted you were only a bet."

"I swear to Merlin if you call me a little boy one more time-"

"Stop it, both of you!" said Rashida. "Nafume, I just want you to leave me alone. You're right, that's all in the past. And that is where it's going to stay. You don't even care if I'm with someone or not. You're only here for some ass, and you can get that anywhere. Why the hell would you want me?"

"Simple " said Nafume, confidently. "I've had you before. And you're easy."

Before Rashida could respond, Blaise had drawn back his fist and punched Nafume in the face with such force, that it knocked him out cold and broke his nose.

Rashida gasped. Blaise held his hand, painful and scarred from the impact and part of it hitting Nafume's teeth.

Rashida took Blaise's hand and looked at it. "Nice right." she said with a small smirk. She waved her hand over his. Blaise felt a cooling sensation throughout his hand, his scars healed and it no longer hurt.

"Thanks." he said, flexing his hand.

"Of course."

"Sorry."

"Well, he deserved it "

"No. Fuck him. I mean everything else. Me writing him, me saying what I did, and the bet." said Blaise. "That was fucked up of me."

"It was. But I already knew." said Rashida, shrugging.

Blaise was shocked. "You...you knew?"

"All this time. Probably a little while after you made it. That's why I harassed you. I knew what you were doing. I wanted you to do better. I figured you could after you told me about your mamma."

Blaise was dumbstruck. "So the player was being played the whole time."

"I mean when you put it that way-"

"Thank you. If you wouldn't have done what you did, I wouldn't have changed. I had no intentions to." said Blaise, hesitantly taking Rashida's hand.

"You're welcome then."

Blaise sighed sadly. "So I guess this means you don't want to see me anymore, huh?"

Rashida blushed, lightly pushing Blaise's shoulder. "So you're still trying to get rid of me? I thought it was have sex, then chuck." she said, grinning.

"I'd never want to get rid of you. I just thought-"

"I think what you did today more than redeemed yourself." she interrupted. "Admitting to your wrong, saying that you've changed, and coming to my rescue. I think that earned you something."

She gently pushed Blaise against the wall and started to kiss him. Blaise wrapped his arms around her, kissing her back intensely. They had kissed before, but something about this was different. It had note feeling, more passion. It felt brand new. The world disappeared around them. All that was left was the heat that they were giving off to each other.

"Shit, get a room." they heard Ron say out of nowhere.

They broke the kiss to face a grinning Ron and a barely concerned Hermione, poking Nafume who was still knocked out on the ground.

"Should we leave him like this?" she asked.

"No, that wouldn't be right." said Rashida.

She walked over to the man, staring at him harshly. Then she stomped hard on his penis, reviving Nafume in a furious scream.

"There. Now we can leave him. " She said, walking off as if it never happened, leaving a wincing Nafume, and a stunned Blaise, Ron, and Hermione.

"Well, I won't be getting her upset like that anytime soon " said Blaise.