A/N: Well hello hello there my pretties! XD Well shit...it's been quite awhile since I last posted a chapter and I'm sorry for that. Life happens and shit got real LOL. I'm just glad it didn't take a year hahaha. Oh well anyways this story is still going, I plan on keeping with it and frankly I hope you enjoy it. Otherwise I have no other choice but to cry and never write again...not :) On with the shoooooow!

Raven was still fuming when she entered the Great Hall and sat down at her table for dinner. She angrily slammed different foods onto her plate. Some of her fellow Ravenclaws seated closest gave her strange looks, but she ignored them. At one point, a wayward gob of mashed potatoes flew onto the robes of the girl next to her.

(If it's not one goddamn thing, it's another. Snape can kiss my ass.) Raven thought. She forcefully speared some asparagus with her fork while picturing Snape's beak-nosed face on them.

(Draco spouts damn near racist comments and I get detention?) STAB STAB STAB. At this point, the table around her grew silent as they watched her antics. One boy had opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by Luna shaking her head. None really knew the turmoil going on inside Raven.

(Oh, and Draco Handsy Malfoy! Treating me like he owns me. Like I'm his prized wand or something! Next time I'll break his wand and not the wooden kind…) Raven made a strangled sound in the back of her throat and threw down her silverware. The loud clatter and scrape was satisfying. She looked up to see the boy from earlier; a queer expression on his face.

"What?" Raven barked at him. The boy jumped and turned quickly away to engage in idle chatter with his friends. Raven sighed and glanced at Luna sitting next to her. She smiled apologetically at her friend when she realized it was Luna who had been on the receiving end of the mashed potatoes.

"Sorry about that hon, I didn't mean to fling my dinner at you."

"It's quite alright. Though if you had wasted turnips, I would be quite cross with you." Raven stared at Luna, and then chuckled under her breath before getting up from the table. Typical Lovegood weirdness. Raven left the Great Hall and made her way down the deserted corridor leading to the Potions classroom. She reached the winding stone steps that led down, but before she'd gone even a step, muffled male voices drifted up to her. It sounded like an argument, but Raven couldn't be sure. Curious, she moved slowly and silently down the steps until she was near the landing. She halted as the voices became a bit clearer.

"…In poor taste, Zabini. I don't care how long we've been friends, this one's off limits."

"Though I understand your feelings on this issue, I do believe the choice isn't ours to make."

An angrily muttered oath followed the statement. Quick, curt, footsteps began to come towards Raven and a feeling of panic swept over her. She didn't want to be caught eavesdropping, but it was too late to run back up.

(You got theoretical balls Raven, now use them!) With that, Raven stilled her emotions and stepped around the corner, stopping in her tracks, surprised. Stormy grey eyes met blue ones.

"M-Malfoy? What are you doing down here?" Raven questioned, hating the near squeak in her voice. One pale brow lifted.

"I'm going for an after dinner stroll, Trelawney, what's it look like to you?" came the silky reply. Raven swallowed and peeked around Draco, but the corridor was empty.

(Oh god, I feel like I'm in a shady back alley.)

"Looking for someone?" Disdain spilled from Draco's lips. Raven frowned and gave a small toss of her head.

"None of your business, you prat." Silver eyes flashed fire before turning cool. Draco stalked slowly up to her and Raven tensed, remembering all too well what had happened last time. Her body tightened in fear, or was it anticipation? She didn't know. He was just inches away from her, she could feel the heat radiating off his tall, sculpted body.

"That's fine, because I don't much care. I have important things to do, so if you'll excuse me…" Draco's tone was devoid of emotion as he brushed past Raven brusquely, ignoring her soft gasp as he strode away.

"You're an ass!" she yelled after him. Draco didn't look back, but he couldn't conceal the amused smirk from his handsome face. Raven stared after him, silently seething.

(What the hell is his problem? He's hot one minute, then cold the next. Well, you were kind of a bitch. Wait, why am I defending him? He's an arrogant jerk…)

"I don't know how things operate at Beauxbatons, but here, Miss Trelawney, we expect students on time." A clipped voice said from behind her. Raven cleared her throat as she spun around to face Snape.

"Sorry, Professor, I-" but she was cut off.

"I believe you've dawdled long enough. Another ten points from Ravenclaw." Snape turned on his heel and Raven reluctantly followed, making a rude gesture at his back. He stopped at the entrance of the Potions classroom, motioning her inside with a sweep of his hand. She walked in to find Blaise there, leaning negligently against a table, his arms folded. He gave her a nod and briefest of smiles.

"Now that we're all finally here, the punishment can begin. Trelawney, you will scour the floor until it is neat, and as for you, Zabini, you have the pleasure of making sure each cauldron is pristine." Snape turned to leave.

(Piece of cake.)

Then Snape twisted back around and sneered.

"No magic." he stated, holding one hand out.

"Wands."

(Oh, fuck me…)

Blaise walked over and handed Snape his wand while Raven followed suit begrudgingly. Snape pocketed them in his robes and glided out of the room, closing the door. Raven heard a small sliding of metal. She looked incredulously over at Blaise.

"Did he really just lock us in?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's real funny like that."

"Hilarious."

Blaise grinned at her, flashing a dimple. He tossed her a scrub brush which she deftly caught.

"Let's get this shit done, yes?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Raven slipped her robes off and tossed it on a nearby table, then got down on her knees to start scrubbing the stone floor. Blaise shrugged out of his own robes and brought a chair to his first cauldron. After rolling up his sleeves, he set to work. There was a short awkward silence while neither spoke, though often, Blaise's eyes would stray to Raven. He watched admiringly as her waves of black hair hung down her shoulders. At the way her beautiful sapphire eyes glared determinedly at the floor, and that plump lower lip of hers gripped between her teeth. At the way she was on her hands and knees in front of him, unknowingly seductive. She didn't realize it, but from where he was sitting, he had an eyeful of ample cleavage spilling from her tight blouse. He stopped scrubbing for a moment to loosen his tie a bit and lick the sudden dryness from his lips. Raven chose that instant to look up.

"You okay?"

Blaise coughed once.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit warm in here."

"Really? It's drafty as fuck down here."

Blaise shrugged.

"Maybe I'm catching something."

Raven easily accepted his reasoning and continued her grueling task. She paused again to watch Blaise scrub a particularly gnarly looking cauldron. His black hair fell into his face, hiding his eyes. Her gaze drifted over the play of muscles beneath his shirt as he tackled the grime. She tossed her brush aside and sat on her heels.

"I still think it was really cool of you to say something today, but Malfoy is your friend isn't he? Wouldn't you side with him?" Blaise stopped and rested his forearms on his knees.

"Well, we've been best mates since our first year at Hogwarts, so normally I would, yeah, but even I think he crosses the line sometimes."

"I imagine he's pissed about it."

"Oh yeah he's pissed…for a couple reasons, but he'll get over it."

"Is that what your argument was about when I came?"

"That, among other things. Nothing to worry that pretty head of yours." Blaise winked at Raven, which caused her to redden slightly.

(Gods, you'd think I'd never been complimented before.)

Raven found she really liked Blaise. Maybe not at first, but he seemed charming, he was one hot looking Italian bastard, and he wasn't Malfoy. Raven grinned. Blaise raised his eyebrows.

"Something I should know?"

"Nothing to worry that pretty head of yours."

"Touché. So I'm pretty, am I?"

Raven rolled her eyes.

"Hey, just because I said hat, don't take me for an ego inflation device."

"I would like to…take you…actually." said Blaise low and soft. Raven coughed.

"Excuse me, what?" she sputtered. Blaise laughed at her.

"I'd like to take you on a date, what'd you think I was saying?" Blaise smiled and marveled at the rosy glow spreading across Raven's cheeks. He thought it was adorable. If he didn't know any better, he'd think she was a virgin, but that couldn't be true. Not with a body like that.

"I'm not sure what I was thinking." Raven said, mentally kicking herself.

(For fuck's sake, I haven't blushed in years. What the hell is wrong with me?)

"That doesn't answer my first question though."

Raven thought quickly.

(Should I? He's Slytherin though. Well, it's not a deal breaker I guess. He's sexy, though not as sexy as…Malfoy. Wait, bingo! Time to piss off a certain blonde snake.)

"The answer you're looking for is a yes?" she asked coyly. Blaise's green eyes sparkled and he flashed a grin.

"Correct."

"Well, it just so happens that I accept."

"Good." he purred.

Raven dragged herself out of bed early Saturday morning. She peered out of her window to see that the sky was gray and cloudy, about to rain any second. This didn't help her mood one bit. One, she wasn't a morning person, two, she hated rain, and three, practice was before breakfast. She sighed, and not caring if she woke her roommates, noisily threw on her Quidditch gear. She quickly brushed out her hair then strode out of the Ravenclaw dormitory. Since it was so early, she didn't run into anyone as she made her way out of the castle. Once outside, she was hit with the coldness of the morning air as she made the trek all the way down to the field. Though something was up as she drew nearer. Raven noticed several green and silver uniforms standing around inside the pitch. There was her team also, with looks of anger and disgust on their faces. What the hell was going on? She marched towards the two opposing groups, looking for Penelope and she found her standing toe to toe with a tall, muscular boy with dark brown hair and black eyes.

"I will not STAND for this, Flint! Our practice days are CLEARLY printed on the parchment schedule in the changing rooms along with all the other House's. You know DAMN well you're not supposed to be here!" Marcus gave Penelope an ugly sneer and leaned into her face.

"Shut it, Penny. I don't fucking care what some piece of parchment says. If I want my Slytherins to practice, then they will, and there isn't a thing your shit team can do about it."

The Ravenclaw captain sputtered; her face went crimson with rage and she began to shout.

"Marcus Flint, I swore if you pulled this, AGAIN, that I would take this mater personally to Dumbledore. Do you hear me? I will NOT take such treatment from a lying, sneaking, dirty, cheat-" but she was cut off.

"You'll keep your mouth shut, you stupid mud-blood cow!" he roared. Penelope fell silent, her eyes wide. The rest of the Ravenclaw team, including Raven, rushed forward angrily at her defense, but halted when their captain raised her hand. Her voice came out strong, if a bit unsteady.

"Enough. You've forced my hand in this, Flint. I'm not letting this harassment slide any longer."

She turned to go and since her back was to the mob, she didn't notice that Flint had taken out his wand, pointing it at her.

"Hey!" Raven shouted, and swiftly rushed in front of Penelope, shielding her. Marcus narrowed his eyes at her and lowered his wand slightly, but did not move it away. His gaze raked her from head to toe as he tilted his head to the side.

"And who the…fuck…do you think you are, Princess?"

"The person whose going to embarrass your sorry team on game day, asshole."

Marcus laughed, and so did a few Slytherins. Penelope put a restraining hand on Raven's shoulder, but she shrugged it off. She wasn't done yet. One of the green uniformed players looked up at the sky and waved an arm.

"Oi, Malfoy!" Terence Higgins yelled. Raven cursed under her breath. She hadn't seen him this whole time, and had forgotten that he'd be here. She looked up and saw the spot of blonde and emerald that was Draco; drift lazily down and land expertly on the grass. As he sauntered over towards Flint and Raven, smoldering steel eyes caught hers, and a smirk appeared on those sinful lips of his. He stopped next to Marcus, holding his broom to his side.

"Is my little bird causing trouble?" Draco asked in a playful tone. Raven glared.

"Stuff it, Malfoy." she hissed. It was starting to rain softly, and she was in no mood to play games. The Slytherins made an "ooooh" sound while Marcus chuckled darkly.

"This pretty piece thinks she can talk a big game. I know a good place she can put that blood traitor mouth of hers to work." He ended the statement with a crude grab of his crotch. Raven lost it. Without even thinking about it, she pulled back her fist and shot it forward, slamming it into Marcus Flint's nose, hearing the satisfying crunch of bone breaking. He howled as blood poured down his face and off his chin. Penelope clutched Raven's arm.

"Trelawney, we need to go. Now!"

It was too late. All hell broke loose; Ravenclaws and Slytherins were rushing at each other. Wands were completely forgotten as fists flew and connected with grisly thuds and shouts. Penelope had let go of Raven and had begun to run back to the castle. Raven's rage was high and she jumped the first Slytherin within range who was on top of one of her teammates. She didn't even know the boy's name, nor did she care, as she landed a hit to the side of his jaw. Before she could repeat the action, two strong hands grabbed her around the waist, hauling her off and dragging her kicking and screaming out of the chaos. She struggled fiercely against the hands binding her.

"Let go of me you piece of-"

"Raven, shut up." Draco ground out through clenched teeth. Raven struggled harder, shoving an elbow to his ribs. He let out a grunt and cursed. He kicked out her legs from under her, making her land on her back on the ground. She made to swing at him, but he swiftly caught her wrists in his hands. Draco straddled her and forced her fists next to her head. Her waves of hair were in disarray, her chest heaved in anger, body thrashing against him, and her blue eyes spitting fire. Draco was so aroused by the sight of her it almost hurt as he glared back.

"Enough, Trelawney. You made your point." Raven paused and lay still.

"It was well deserved, and I'd do it again. Now get off."

"Don't be stupid. You could have gotten seriously injured in there." Raven tried to break his grip, but her wrists were firmly locked in place.

"All of you Slytherin pricks are ignorant bastards." Draco cocked a brow.

"There's nothing questionable about my parentage, pet." he said smugly. Raven turned sly.

"I think the only one of you I like is Zabini. He's decent…and sexy, and-"

Draco slammed his mouth over hers, effectively cutting off her words. She made a startled sound that was swallowed up as Draco's deft tongue invaded the moist sweetness of her mouth. Raven made a weak attempt to resist, but Malfoy refused to stop and continued to ravish her, gently nipping her lips then using his tongue to soothe the sting. She gave up and began to kiss him back just as passionately, even angrily. In his surprise, Draco let go of her wrists and Raven tunneled her fingers through his soft hair. Loving the feel of her, he purred against her lips and laid the weight of his lower body on top of hers. One of his hands stroked from her waist to her hip and gripped her there. She moaned softly before breaking away to catch her breath. They stared at each other, breathing heavily; Draco's hair was deliciously tousled while her lips were rosy and swollen. Raven was saved from saying anything because just then, Penelope came back on the scene with Professor McGonagall in tow.

"What is the MEANING of this behavior?" The Professor's voice brought the frenzied teams to an abrupt end.

"Shit." Raven muttered, squirming underneath Draco's body. His hand tightened its grip briefly on her hip, not wanting to let go just yet. Raven started pushing at his chest, frowning up at him.

"Are you daft? We need to get up, Malfoy!" she hissed. Draco didn't really give a flying owl whether anyone saw them this way. He was tempted to go on snogging her, McGonagall be damned, but decided it was better to do as Raven asked. With a sigh, he jumped up and held out a hand to help her. She considered being a brat and refuse his help, but something made her place her hand in his. He hauled her up next to him, turning to the Professor, ready to face the music. Raven tried moving away from him but couldn't due to his tight hold on her hand. Not wanting to draw attention, she stayed next to him and was silent. Professor McGonagall stood before the shameful group and eyed each one of them unblinkingly.

"Would someone care to tell me what happened here?" she asked. Penelope opened her mouth but promptly closed it again. Nobody spoke, just shifted nervously, eyes looking nowhere in particular. Marcus was scowling at the ground, holding is sleeve to his nose to stop the blood flowing from it.

"Well, Mr. Flint, would you like to shed some light on the subject?"

Marcus slid a baleful glare in Raven's direction and received a smirk in return.

(Yeah, you really going to tell her how it all went down?)

He looked away and kept quiet.

(Ha. That's what I thought.) McGonagall was fast losing her patience. She turned her eyes onto the Ravenclaw captain.

"Miss Roxley, I want an answer, speak up now." Penelope glanced first at Marcus then Raven before apparently making her mind up about something.

"Well Professor, today was my team's Quidditch practice. The Slytherins would not leave as asked so an argument broke out. I'm not sure what happened next, but a spell was cast and the fight started. That's all I know." The professor turned to Marcus.

"Is that what happened?"

"Yeah." he grumbled. McGonagall looked around and then addressed the group as a whole.

"I've half a mind right now to cancel Quidditch." Her words were met with anger on battered faces and disappointed groans.

"You can't do that!"

"That's not fair!"

"Enough! Though I should, I will not. I highly doubt it would accomplish anything. However, I will take ten points from each of you. Seventy points from Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Now the lot of you should go see Madame Pomfrey to get patched up. If this happens again, I'll see both teams banned for the year." she stalked off. Nobody said a peep about all the points. They felt lucky that's all that got taken away. Penelope walked up to Raven and ignoring Malfoy, clapped a hand on her shoulder.

"Thanks for what you did, Trelawney. I can't say I wholly approve, but I appreciate it nonetheless. I know you have the talent, so let's just kick their asses the proper way next time." Raven smiled.

"Any time, Pen." Penelope nodded and joined the others on their way to the castle. Raven's body relaxed and she sighed. She looked over at Draco who had been watching her. She tugged her hand out of his grasp.

"Alright Malfoy, I know you have something to say about what happened, so out with it." Draco crossed his arms, his silver eyes drifting over her disheveled form.

"I'm curious about one thing." she cocked a brow.

"About what exactly?" she asked, though she knew damn well to what he was referring to. He didn't disappoint.

"I'm curious as to why you returned such a hot kiss like that. All that passion despite your protests about hating me. Why is that my little bird?" Raven thought about denying it, but that would just sound stupid to her own ears.

"I don't know, Malfoy." she said honestly.

"You should call me Draco." he insisted. Raven scoffed.

"I'd rather not, and about the kiss, I suggest you forget about it. I know I will." she turned to go, but Draco's hand ensnared her arm.

"What-" she began, but was stopped when Draco moved his mouth over hers. One gloved hand slid into her hair while his other caressed the small of her back, holding her close to his body. Raven's hands rested on his shoulders, not knowing whether to hold him or push him away. Raven knew she was weakening towards him and it did not make her happy. Almost as if he sensed her thoughts, Draco smiled against her lips before nipping a path to her ear. She shivered as his warm breath tickled her there.

"Remember that while you're on your date with Zabini." he whispered, his voice like soft velvet. He walked away, leaving her to stand there, enjoying her gasp of outrage as he left.

Ravenclaws were still buzzing about the fight Sunday morning at breakfast. Raven was surrounded by what you could call her fans. It wasn't just her house that knew; word had spread to the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs as well. When students passed, they congratulated her on a job well done. Hermione and her two friends, Ron and Harry, came by to see how she was and to get the details of course. Or rather, Potter and Weasley did. Ron shook Raven's hand in a jovial manner.

"Keep fighting the good fight." he said.

"That's all well and good, but do be careful, Raven." warned Hermione, ever the law-abiding citizen.

"Don't worry; it might be awhile before I get in any more trouble. My fists still hurt." Raven assured her. Harry and Ron grinned. Hermione clucked her tongue, but they all knew she was amused by it.

"Alright, well, we're off to Hogsmeade. Did you want to meet around two at the Three Broomsticks?" Hermione asked. Raven nodded in agreement.

"Oh, is it alright if my date tags along?"

"The more the better, I 'spose." said Harry.

They said their goodbyes and Raven escaped from her table to run up to the Ravenclaw dorm to change for her date with Blaise. She decided despite the slight chill in the fall air, that she was going to dress extra special for him. Others would call it slutty, but she preferred to think of it as a gift of sorts. Raven laughed to herself.

(Don't kid yourself, Rave. You're putting on your whore clothes.)

She shimmied into a tight and very short black skirt and wriggled into a low-cut, off the shoulders t-shirt that clung to her torso like a second skin. She used some magic to put extra curl into her hair and sported hot red lipstick.

(Wait 'till you feast your eyes on this, baby.)

Raven almost snorted aloud; shoving her feet into a pair of combat boots and draping a cashmere scarf around her neck. She wondered where to carry her wand then shrugged, sliding it into one of her boots. She blazed out of her common room and took the stairs two at a time until she reached the main floor. Students gawked at her, males especially, and she flashed them a cheeky smile before trying to search out Blaise in the throng of people at the entrance. She finally spotted him chatting with a couple other Slytherins, Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bullstrode. Raven strutted over to them and smiled when Blaise looked over and saw her. He did a double-take, his brilliant green eyes widening. He licked his dry lips and gave her a once-over.

"I'm a lucky man." he murmured.

"That you are," agreed Raven, "hello Pansy. Millicent." Pansy looked like she had just tongue-fucked a lemon.

"What did you want, Trelawney?" she snapped. Raven smiled sweetly.

"I came to collect my Italian stud if that's alright with you." Pansy sneered.

"Fine by me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date with my very own Slytherin Prince." Raven smirked.

"Yeah, who's that?"

"Draco Malfoy, duh." she declared. Raven stiffened then plastered a politely quizzical look on her face.

"Oh? Since when?" she inquired.

"Since last night actually. Why do you care?" Pansy asked with a canary eating cat grin. Raven forced her suddenly rigid lips into a carefree smile.

"I don't."

"Mhmm, come Millicent." Pansy pivoted on her heel, dragging Millicent, who had been nothing if not bored by it all, behind her.

"Well that was interesting." Blaise remarked. Raven turned to him feeling bad about her momentary jealousy.

(Whoa, jealousy? Hell no, that was…was…something else entirely. I'd have to care to be jealous and I don't. But seriously, Malfoy is all hot for me then gets with another girl that day? What a douche bag…a man-whore…a-)

"Hello? Come back Raven." Blaise teased, breaking into her ridiculous thoughts. Shaking her head, she looked at him and apologized.

"Don't bother." he said and took hold of her hand, bringing it to his lips. His emerald eyes locked with hers as he caressed the skin with his mouth before turning her hand over to lay an open mouthed kiss in the center of her palm. He nipped her there and her breath caught in her throat. Her skin tingled where he bit her, making her swallow hard.

"Shall we go my little goddess?" he whispered, lowering her hand but linking his fingers through hers. Raven could only nod.

Raven was enjoying her date with Blaise a lot as they strolled through Hogsmeade. They had visited several shops including Honeydukes and Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Raven had seriously considered buying a pack of dung bombs to set off in Potions class, but didn't want to push her luck at the moment. The two of them strolled aimlessly, flirting back and forth with each other, when she stopped and let out a squeal. Blaise looked at her, confused.

"What's up?"

"We have to go in there." said Raven, pointing at the Quidditch supply shop. She left him behind, running up to the window of the shop, drooling over the flashy new Firebolt displayed there. Blaise followed behind shaking his head and smiling to himself. He loved the irony of this girl. She looked and dressed like such a woman, but wave a broom in her face and she became like a crazed guy on Superbowl Sunday. He sidled up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist, his chin nuzzling the top of her head.

"See something you like, babe?" Raven let her breath out slowly.

"It's beautiful." she whispered reverently.

"Hmm, maybe you need a man like your broom. Tall, full of stamina, and built for speed. Hey, that sounds like me." Raven laughed and slapped at his arm.

"You're so ridiculous, Zabini. Anyway, I wish it was mine."

"Let me get it for you." Blaise offered.

"What? Nooo, no no no. I can't and won't accept it."

"You can and will." Blaise insisted.

"No way. It's too expensive."

"Look, do you want to kick Draco's ass in the upcoming match or not?"

"Of course I do, but…why would you want me to? You seem to keep forgetting you're friends."

"You have to make sacrifices for what or who you want." he said softly against her ear.

"So what do you want out of this?"

"You." he replied simply.

"You're way too charming for your own good." she teased.

"Consider me inspired." Raven laughed at this.

"Alright fine, I'll take it. Thank you Blaise, you sure know how to keep a girl." she twirled around in his arms and gave him a soft, gentle kiss. Blaise "mm-ed" against her, sliding his palms slowly down her back to rest just above her perky arse. She made to pull away, but his fingers tightened and he deepened the kiss. She let him have his way for a moment longer until his wandering hands slid farther down, cupping her. She reached behind her and stilled his movements, breaking off the smooch.

"Uh uh uh, you naughty boy. As fun as this is, we might offend someone with this little show." he frowned at her but she smoothed it away with a fingertip..

"Oh my god, what time is it?" Raven said in a frantic manner.

"Er…two I think, why?" Blaise inquired.

"I was supposed to meet Hermione at the Three Broomsticks! I gotta go. Meet you there?" Raven asked, already pulling away. Blaise ran a hand through his hair, a brief look of annoyance passing over his face.

"I thought we were on a date, Raven. It was just to be the two of us."

"I'm so sorry, Blaise, we were having such a great time I forgot to mention the plan. You're not angry with me are you?" Raven asked, her big blue eyes pleading forgiveness. He gave her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"No, of course not. Now run along, I'll be a few minutes."

"I promise I'll make it up to you." Raven said, blowing him a kiss before rushing off. Blaise watched her leave, his eyes narrowed.

"Indeed you will." he murmured.

A/N: Well there you have it people! The long awaited Chapter 4. I'm definitely going to be writing more frequently so that hopefully won't happen again. In fact I already have Chapter 5 written but I'm not going to post it until I see some reviews. Throw me a bone people! ^_~