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Chapter Four
Blaise POV

I waited outside the entrance of Ravenclaw Tower impatiently. Jeanette was late, I watched expectantly as the door opened. It was just Luna. "Luna," I called to her and she drifted over to me.

"Good morning, Blaise." She said dreamily.

"Have you seen Jeanette?" I asked. I'm a worrier, I'll admit it, and I was freaking out on the inside.

"Hailey's asleep on the couch with Anthony Goldstein." She replied before drifting away.

What the fuck? I immediately pulled the eagle knocker:
Voiceless it cries,
Wingless it flutters,
Toothless it bites, and Mouthless it mutters

I thought for a moment, "The wind." The door opened and I barged in. I saw the two snuggled up on the couch, his arm around her. She was curled up into his side. Who did Goldstein think he is? Everyone should've known by then that Jeanette and I were... Still just friends. Was I really just getting jealous? Snap out of it Zabini.

I walked over to the couch and thought for a second. How should I wake them? Shouting would be too loud, I might wake the others, instead I repeatedly poked Goldstien with my wand. He awoke with a start, jumping a bit, which woke up Jeannette. Goldstien looked from me to Jeannette before removing his arm from around her and scooting away. I would've laughed at him, but that would've ruined my intimidation technique. Jeannette stared at me angrily, "What?"

I sat down in blue chair that sat adjacent to the couch, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend." I asked Jeannette, glaring at Goldstien.

Jeannette gave me a face, What's your problem? "Anthony, Blaise, Blaise, Anthony."

I nodded to Goldstien, before turning back to Jeannette. I started speaking in Italian, it makes people who don't speak Italian uncomfortable, "Are you going to change or are you just going to breakfast like that?"

She glared at me, before turning to Goldstien, "I'm going to go shower, see you at breakfast." She smiled at him, before glaring at me once more and going up the staircase. Was she trying to make me jealous? I wasn't but was she trying to make me?

I turned back to Goldstien, "What are your intentions with Jeannette?"

"Who?" He asked.

"With Hailey." I corrected myself.

"What do you mean?" Goldstein asked.

I rolled my eyes, "You're a Ravenclaw, you know what I'm talking about." Hurry up and say it dumbass, I thought. I really wanted to know if he was trying to get with my Jeannette.

He looked extremely uncomfortable and didn't answer for like five minutes, "Er, well I guess I'd like to go out with her." He smoothed down his hair, and I glared at him.

"Interesting," I muttered, "Just in case she actually agrees to go out with you, I'll let you know this now." I got up from my chair and walked to the couch, right in front of Goldstien. I got to just above eye level so he still had to look up to me, "If she even thinks about shedding a single tear because of you I will personally drag you out to the middle of the Forbidden Forest," he paled, "Tie you to a tree and let the spiders get you." I once heard Potter and his friends talking about giant spiders in the forest, might as well use it now.

"Sp-spiders?" He whispered.

"There are spiders as big, or even bigger, than a grown man. They'd tear you limb from limb and drag the pieces back to their nest where they would devour you. Are we at an agreement?" Hopefully that will make him back off of Jeannette forever.

He nodded and I went back to my chair, there was a book stuck between the cushions. I picked it up and started to read. A couple minutes later Jeannette came back down the steps, her hair wet and wavy, it would be curly soon, but the pin was still in it. "Ready to go?" I asked her.

She nodded, turning to Goldstien, "Are you coming?"

He shook his head, "I've got to freshen up and whatnot, I'll see you at breakfast though."

"Well see you at breakfast then." She said, turning to the door.

As Anthony got up, I walked by the couch to go with Jeanette, but I couldn't help but whisper, "Don't forget, I can get in here." To Goldstein as I walked by.

"Okay." She replied, but as soon as we where out of the common room she hit me, "What is your issue?"

"What do you mean?" I played innocent as I tied her tie.

"I've known you too long for you to fake this crap. Why did you act like that to Anthony?"

"You could do better." I shrugged.

She looked at me like I was crazy, "You gotta be kidding me! He's gorgeous." She poked me in the ribs, "And that's without glamour magic."

"That's not fair," I replied, "I can't control that. And for all you know he could be using glamour."

She rolled her eyes, "And if he was?"

"Then he'd be a you-know-what like me," I draped an arm around over her shoulders, "And his only purpose would be to get into your pants. Then I'd have to kick his ass and get a detention, not to mention I might scuff my shoes."

She pretended to wipe a tear from her eye, "You'd scuff your shoes for me?" She looked up at me with a smile.

I bent down and kissed her on the cheek, "Of course. Even if you're a total bitch, you're my total bitch."

She looked at me in awe, "That is the nicest thing you've ever said to me." She hugged me. She didn't let go and we walked with my arm over her shoulders and both her arms around me until...

"Hailey!" We both turned and looked, it was Potter. I think Jeannette scoffed before putting on a fake smile, only I would be able to tell it wasn't real. It didn't reach her eyes.

"Hey Potter." She smiled.

"Hey Hailey," He smiled back, and then he looked at me awkwardly. Jeanette still hadn't let go so we were still hugging. "Zabini."

I wasn't going to reply, but Jeanette kept poking me in the ribs, "Potter." I finally muttered to make her stop.

"Can I talk to you alone for a moment?" Potter asked Jeanette, giving me a pointed look.

Jeanette reluctantly unwrapped her arms from around me, "Sure Potter." She sighed, "I'll be right back." She told me.

I rolled my eyes, I had done enough waiting around for her this morning, "I'll just see you in later." She frowned and nodded before I continued down to the Great Hall without her.

"Where's Jeanette?" Draco asked when I sat down next to him at the Slytherin table.

I don't know why, but hearing him call her Jeanette made me mad, "Only I call her that." I said clenching my jaw.

"Isn't someone touchy this morning. Are you PMS-ing or something?" Draco scoffed as he grabbed a piece of bacon. "Anyway any more news I should know about her."

I thought for a moment, "You've got competition." The problem? I don't think I was just talking about Goldstein.

"Of course I have competition! She's hot, but who do I really need to worry about?" Draco asked. Pansy who sat on the other side of him looked hurt.

"First, it doesn't matter who your competition is because she thinks you're with Parkinson." I started, but stopped when Draco turned to Pansy.

"You can't just go around snogging me anymore." He told her harshly.

"But Draky!" Pansy started, and he cut her off.

"And no more of that 'Draky' crap, my name is Draco." Pansy got up from the table and left in tears. Draco turned back to me, "So who's my competition?" I nodded in the direction of the entrance to the Great Hall where Jeannette just walked in with Goldstien. His arm wrapped around her shoulder. He must of said something funny because she laughed and blushed. "Goldstien?" Draco asked incredously. Goldstien looked over in our direction, both Draco and I glared and the Ravenclaw prefect paled slightly.

"Not just Goldstien," I continued, "It appears that our favorite Gryffindor has a thing for m-" I stopped myself before I said my Jeannette, thankfully Draco didn't notice the slip, "Jeanette."

Draco laughed, "Potter has about as much experience with girls as a first year. He's hardly competition. Is there anyone else?"

"Not that I know of." I lied, the burning in my core came back with vengeance. My inner veela thought, Yes, me. I frowned slightly to myself, this won't do. I refuse to fall for my best friend.