Chapter Eleven
Blaise's POV

The plan was brilliant, Jeanette loved flying. She would surely like going flying with Drake. Then Drake would be nice, and not an asshole and she'd start to like Drake. It was so simple, she'd break up with Goldstein and she'd go out with Draco. Then Drake would stop being such a whiny prick. I whistled to myself as I walked into the common room. I stopped by Drake and I's stash before going to the common room so I had a couple bottles of fire-whiskey with me. I was actually grinning to myself as I thought of how she sat on his lap in the dark.

"What are you so happy about?" Pansy asked.

I smirked, "My schemes are working, as always. Why wouldn't I be happy?"

Pansy sniffed, "Your schemes to set Draco up with your Ravenclaw whore?"

I glared at Pansy, "I have no idea who the hell you think you are. But you should watch how you speak to your superiors." I smirked cruelly, "Don't forget that she makes you look like a mudblood." She reddened and gasped, I knew I had her. Pansy still hadn't forgot about how Jeanette didn't recognize her as a pureblood, and you could trace Jeanette's family back almost as far as the Black's. "You're lucky that I'm above getting another girl to deal with filth like you. Get out of my sight." Dammit, I was mad now, leave it to Parkinson to ruin my good mood. As she stormed away with tears in her eyes I went to my room and cracked open the first bottle of firewhiskey.

A couple minutes later Drake walked in. He didn't look happy, "How'd it go?" I asked hopefully as I handed him the other bottle.

He shook his head as he grabbed the bottle, "I made a complete ass of myself." He took a swig from his bottle.

I groaned, "How? That's the one thing I told you specifically not to do."

He put his head in his hands, "I don't know! I fuck everything up! Dammit my father was right!"

I put a hand on his shoulder, "You do not fuck everything up. You are a Slytherin Prince, we do not fuck anything up."

He sat down on desk, "That's where it started to go wrong."

I nodded, "Explain."

He smiled at the memory, "It started off great. She told me I was a good flyer, I told her to stop downplaying my abilities. And I did a couple of loops, she asked to land so I landed on the roof and got off the broom. She said that wasn't what she meant and asked why I was being an ass. She was still cold so I wrapped my arms around her before sitting down, pulling her into my lap. She didn't get up or move or anything. I told her being an ass was who I am." His smile grew, "She said that we both know that isn't true. I told her I have to be an ass to be a Prince. She didn't know what I was talking about because you hadn't told her we're royalty." His grin fell, "She said she only heard we're the Slytherin Sluts. I asked who she heard that from. She turned around to face me and her lips brushed mine." His face turned to a look of disgust as he took a huge gulp from his bottle. "I leaned and kissed her-" He absentmindedly touched his lips.

"Wait." I interrupted him, "Did she kiss you back?" I don't know why, but the thought of Draco kissing my- I mean Draco kissing Jeanette made me... Not mad more like upset.

He made a noise I don't what to call, it was sort of wounded and...sad. "No I think she was shocked, then she turned her face away and got up. She reminded me that she's still with Goldstein."

"Then what happened?" I asked sitting on my desk across the room from his.

"She was going to say something else, but I stopped her. I didn't want to hear that she will only ever see me as a friend. So I took her to her tower then came here." He said before he finished off his fire whiskey.

"I'll go talk to her." I said grabbing my broom as I exited the room. Thank Merlin I'm not a lightweight, or getting up to Ravenclaw Tower would be very difficult. Especially because I planned on flying there with one hand. The burning my hand thing wasn't a lie, it hurt like hell. Drake definitely owes me.

I knocked on Jeanette's window and Luna waved and motioned for me to enter. "Hey Luna." I gave the blonde girl a hug. It was dark, the only light was from a candle that Luna was using to read.

She smiled dreamily, "I see you're also avoiding the dratkins. Hailey travels by window, too."

"Blaise?" Jeanette called from her bed. The blue curtains were drawn so I took off my shoes and climbed inside.

"Hey Jeanette." I smiled as I sat across from her.

"It's Hailey. Did Drake say anything?" She asked immediately. She had been crying. I couldn't see her face, but her voice sounded just like it did the day she left me and went to America.

I laid down and she laid down next to me and rested her head on my chest. I wrapped an arm around her. "Why are you so upset?" I asked.

She gave a bitter laugh, "I dunno Blaise. Maybe a good friend of mine kissed me. Maybe I'm afraid to tell my boyfriend, not because he might take it as I cheated on him. But I'm afraid because he might not want me to talk to Drake anymore. Maybe I'm upset because I can already tell that Drake isn't going to talk to me for awhile because he didn't even give me a chance to say goodnight." She's hiding something. She opened her mouth like she wanted to say more, but closed it.

I pulled her tighter to me, "So what are you going to tell Goldstein?" After a moment I added, "Are you going to tell Goldstein?"

She nodded, "I know this is something I have to tell him. I just don't know how, but I know I have to tell him soon or he's going to think I was hiding it from him."

"And what was that about being afraid to tell him for the wrong reasons?" I asked.

"This is going to sound terrible." She began.

I kissed her temple, "I doubt it."

She sighed and continued, "I'm more afraid of telling him because he might not want me to talk to Drake than the thought of him thinking I cheated. Which says something because I'm pretty sure Drake isn't going to talk to me for awhile anyway."

"So do you like Drake?"

"You know I like I Drake, I don't usually hang out with people I don't like."

"That's not what I meant." I replied.

She didn't reply for a moment. "It doesn't matter, I'm with Tony." We laid in a comfortable silence for a moment before Jeanette spoke, "I've been feeling like a slut lately."

I frowned, "You're going to have to explain yourself."

She laughed, it wasn't as bitter this time. That made me smile. "Well I have a boyfriend, but in the past couple of days I've been felt up by one guy. And I kissed, albeit it was accidental, another guy."

She moved so that her head was resting on her pillow instead of my chest. We were looking into each other's "Jeannette, you are no slut. I'm a slut, I would know."

She smiled, "Well that makes me feel a lot better."

I raised a brow, "Really?"

She blushed, "Well yeah, if you said I had been slutty I think I would've died. You've always been my best friend who I could go to and make me feel better. But you usually come find me and make me feel better. Even when we were little, remember when Rex died?" I nodded, I was very fond of her King Charles Spaniel. "My mom," she began and a tear slid down her cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it away, "Was in France visiting family, and my father was... My father. But when you found out you helped me bury him and we even held a funeral."

"I remember." I nodded, "The gravestone read: Here lies Rex, may he now find his Regina."

"Thanks Blaise." She whispered as she curled up against my side.

"It's what I'm here for, you're my best friend too. I just don't have problems." I kissed her forehead. "Now it's late. Go to sleep, you have Umbridge in the morning."

She groaned, "Don't remind me. Besides I'm not tired now."

"What do you want me to do about that?" I asked.

"Tell me a story." She replied. So I began my a story, making it up as I went along. Jeanette was asleep in about fifteen minutes.

I carefully got out of her bed and grabbed a piece of parchment from her bag and a pen (she didn't have any quills). Sorry Jeanette, when I left Drake he had already finished a bottle of fire whiskey. I have to make sure he doesn't do something stupid. ~ Blaise P.S. I'm not meeting you in the morning so you can talk to Goldstein. You're Welcome.

I stuck the note where she would see it and covered her with a blanket that was folded at the edge of her bed. "Goodnight ladies." I whispered as I was about to climb out the window.

I was surprised when Luna replied, "Goodnight, Blaise, don't let the nargles bite." I smiled before hopping on my broom and flying out the window.