Chapter Fourteen
The next morning Davies was waiting for me in the common room, "What is it now?"

He nodded to me, "Good morning, Blaire. Were you serious about quiting Quidditch?" Fantastic, he was being much more professional.

"No, I always say things I don't mean." I replied sarcastically.

He nodded again and ran a hand through his thick black hair before sighing, "The rest of the team, well Simon, Jason, and Grant, told me that I'm an idiot. You were my choice, not because of your looks, but because of your talent." I rolled my eyes and he continued awkwardly, "Cho does this thing where she just watches the other seeker to find the snitch. If you hadn't been flying towards her during the first round she would have never seen it. I said what I said because I was trying to rile you up. I apologize for being a prat, again. Would you please reconsider and stay on the team?"

I thought it over for a moment as Roger rocked back and forth on his heels. "Well if I agree to stay on the team we need to make some ground rules."

"Anything, just don't quit." He didn't even do a suggestive wink, the guys must have really told him.

"First, do not touch me unless permission is granted beforehand. This includes, but is not limited to, hugs, throwing an arm over my shoulders, and the stomach poking game Grant and I play." I told him, he looked like a kicked puppy, but I held my ground. "Second, you have to stay completely professional with me. No innuendos, or winks. You're just a captain, and I'm one of your players."

I was going to continue, but the entrance to the common room swung open. Blaise strode purposefully towards us, "Jeannette, what is taking so long?" Roger looked extremely confused.

"It's Hailey." I replied, "Patience is a virtue, Blaise."

He crossed his arms, "I don't give damn about your virtues. I want to go down to breakfast, not sit here talking to Davies."

I rolled my eyes, "Wait a second, would you. I'm going over some ground rules if I'm going to stay on the team."

He nodded before turning to Davies, "She's staying on the team, you can go away now."

"Blaise!" I glared at him, "You aren't just going to decided this for me."

He rolled his eyes and Roger finally spoke, "How did you get in here? Who answered the riddle for you?"

Blaise scoffed, "I answered the riddle. And shouldn't you be gone by now?"

"Blaise, Roger and I are discussing the terms of which I will stay on the team." I said, "We aren't done yet."

"There's nothing more to talk about. You like flying you're going to stay on the team." He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world.

I turned away from Davies to look at Blaise. "What makes you think you can make these decisions for me?"

He shrugged, "I know what's best for you."

"I'm not a scared little first year, nor am I the ten year old that you last saw in Italy. I'm a big girl," I rolled my eyes and put a hand on my hip, "I don't need you to make my decisions for me."

He scoffed, "That's not what you were saying yesterday when you had me beat up this dumbass. Are my decisions only necessary when you need a thug?"

I just noticed that Roger was watching us like a tennis match, he kept looking one way then the other. There was apparent glee in his eyes as he watched us fight. "Davies we can finish our conversation later. Blaise we can finish our discussion in the corridor."

He rolled his eyes and stayed put, "Davies, there's no reason to finish your conversation. She's going to stay on the team, she loves Quidditch."

"Shut up!" I told Blaise, "Stop trying to make decisions for me!" With that I stormed out of the common room. I knew Blaise was right on my heels.

"You didn't reply." He said when I turned around to face him. His face was a mask, it held no emotion. Is this how other people see Blaise? "Am I just your thug?"

"Don't be stupid." I told him, "I value your opinion, but I don't need you to make decisions for me." I sighed and glared at him, "Gosh, Blaise, you are my best friend and I love you. But right now I don't like you very much."

Blaise glared back, "I'm glad the feeling is mutual, but I can't say that I understand why you're so upset."

"It's Hailey." I made a noise of frustration, "You can't make every decision for me. Of course I want your opinion on somethings, but the final decision I can make myself."

"This is stupid." He muttered, "You were just going to stay on the team in the end. Why is it a big deal if I tell him that you are?"

"Because it isn't your choice, Blaise." I shot back, "Get a girlfriend, then you might understand. She'll be able to explain it better than I can." I said as I turned around and began walking in the direction of the Great Hall.

Blaise hurried after me and stopped me, he gently turned me around to face him. "Get real Jeanette, no respectable girl would ever go out with me." I searched his face, and I was astonished that he was being honest. I hadn't seen him so vulnerable since we were nine.

I put my hands on his cheeks and stared into his eyes, "You are Blaise fucking Zabini, any respectable girl would know that she'd be lucky to go out with you. And don't you forget it." I hugged him, before running away.

"Jeannette! Where are you going!?" He called after me, he looked shocked.

"It's Hailey! And I'm still mad at you!" I hurried to the Great Hall, I waved at Anthony before going to the Slytherin table and sitting next to Emilia. I tried to catch Drake's eye as I walked past but he seemed very interested in his apple.

"Hey sorella." Emilia smiled, "Where's Blaise?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, probably still in the corridor. I'm mad at him." I grabbed a piece of toast and took a bite.

"You are fighting?" She asked looking concerned.

"Don't worry, doe," I told her as I gave her a hug, "I still love him, he's just bugging me at the moment."

"I understand." She grinned.

"Miss Blaire," Suddenly Professor Snape was behind us, "I wasn't aware that you are in my house."

I turned around and smiled at him, "Well, you know what they say, professor. You learn something new everyday."

I swear the corner of his mouth twitched upward, "Go to your proper table, Blaire or else you'll lose house points."

I saluted to him, before hugging my doe (Emilia) and heading to my table. "What was that?" Anthony asked, looking amused as I sat down.

"What was what?" I replied with a smirk. He laughed and kissed me on the cheek.

"I swear Snape almost smiled, what did you say?" He asked.

I shrugged, "I was just being my charming self, as always."

"Ready for Umbridge?" He asked.

Terry gave an exasperated sigh, "I'd rather have Lockhart back."

"Lockhart?" I asked as I tried to remember which one he was.

"Second year," Padma explained, "He thought he was God's gift to everyone."

I nodded and we got up and went to class. I had read the chapter beforehand because Umbridge was going to pick on me. She did this thing where she'd call on me with questions then dock house points if I got the question wrong.

I managed to keep all our house points, much to Umbridge's annoyance. She gave me detention for 'public display of affection'. Tony kissed me on the cheek at the end of class, but Tony didn't get detention.

"This is so unfair," I said once we were on our way to Potions. "I can't believe I have detention on Thanksgiving."

Terry looked at me strangely, "The American muggle holiday?"

I nodded and gave a small smile, "My mom loved the idea of it. A day that was just for spending time with family. And because there were so many muggleborns at Warrington we didn't have school that week. She'd make my father stop working and she'd give the house-elves the day off and make dinner. Then we'd have a bunch of people over and eat." I took a deep breath so I wouldn't cry, "And this year I'm spending it with Umbridge."

Tony was walking on the other side of the group. He had been acting really strange lately, "We can go down to the kitchens and have dinner if it would seem more special to you." The others said some words of agreement, but I shook my head. Tony and I haven't been the same since I told him about Drake, he was more distant.

"I'm pretty sure our absence would be noticed." I smiled reassuringly, "Thanks for the offer though."

The rest of the day passed quickly and soon I was standing outside of the Toad's office. I didn't knock, instead just walking in, "Blaire, why are you here?" She looked at me expectantly.

I rolled my eyes, "You gave me detention. I'm here." I almost didn't add, "Or are you going to give me another detention for following your instructions." I realize that I shouldn't have said that, but I was in a bad mood. I didn't realize that Thanksgiving would hurt me so much.

Umbridge smiled at me and the Technicolor cats hissed, "15 points from Ravenclaw. You are supposed to be serving your detention with Argus Filch."

"That would've been good to know when you gave me the detention." I muttered as I left without being excused.

"You look dead on your feet." Blaise said as I walked to the Room of Requirement in a daze. I had just finished polishing all the trophies in the trophy room, it was exhausting. No wonder Tony had lied to Granger and said he'd make me do it. I was done being mad at Blaise, I could never stay mad at him for long.

I yawned as he wrapped his arms around me, "I feel that way too."

"Well wake up." He told me, I made a noise. I was too tired to give an actual response.

"Ouch!" I yelped, Blaise pinched me.

"You are not just going to go to sleep." He said with a playful glint in his eye, "I worked too damn hard on this plan for you to just fall asleep."

"Sorry," I mumbled, "What's the plan?" We were standing outside the door, well I was more leaning on him, but whatever.

He reached down and picked up a mug off the ground that I didn't notice before. He handed it to me, it was full of steaming coffee, "Drink up."

"But I don't like coffee." I replied looking up at him.

He didn't reply as he grabbed my hands and hurried behind the tapestry of Barnabas. That's when I heard the footsteps. "Dammit." The newcomer muttered.

I ran from the tapestry and straight at Drake. His eyes grew comically wide when he saw me. To my annoyance he tried to walk the other way, but I caught him. "Drake." I said, "Please stop."

He didn't look at me, but at Blaise, "You didn't say she would be here." Ouch, I pretended that didn't hurt.

"It's Thanksgiving, Drake. Jeanette should be surrounded by her friends." Blaise replied, he leaned against the wall. Drake swallowed and looked everywhere but at me. "All her friends."

"Drake would you at least look at me?" I asked quietly, he didn't do anything for at least five minutes.

"Jeannette." He finally said when he looked into my eyes. I could practically see his barriers fall. He hugged me and I hugged him right back.

"It's Hailey." I whispered, "I missed you."

"I missed you too." He replied, "I'm sorry I've been an prat."

Blaise cleared his throat, "Now what was so important that you didn't want to tell me in our dorm?"

Drake and I stopped hugging, but he kept one arm wrapped tightly around me as though he didn't want to be apart again. I was just fine with that. "Actually, this has to do with you, Jeannette." He said really awkwardly.

"Well spit it out." Blaise said irritably, I guess he was tired.

Drake still paused, "I'm not sure it's my place to say..." He ran a hand through his blond locks.

"It's okay," I told him with a small smile, "Just say it."

He still looked unsure, this was so strange. Draco was always sure. "You might want to sit down." We went and sat down, Blaise sat down next to me and held my hand. Drake took a deep breath, "Anthony is cheating on you. I've caught him with three different girls while we were supposed to be patrolling the halls."

"Ow." Blaise said with a look of annoyance on his face. I had squeezed his hand.

I looked down, "Sorry it's ju-"

"Who's out of bed!" A voice I knew well said as he stormed to the end of the corridor towards us.

"Do you want to hide?" Blaise asked.

I shook my head, "No, I want to talk to him."

"You're taking this awfully well." Draco whispered as he raised an eyebrow at me. I couldn't say that I was mad. I was a little upset, but other than that I actually felt relieved.

"Hailey?" Anthony said looking shocked as he looked from Blaise to Drake then back at me. At the sight of Draco he looked kind nervous.

"Anthony." I replied and Blaise squeezed my hand to let me know he's there for me.

Anthony frowned, "You always call me Tony." I could see the gears turning in his mind as he looked back to Drake.

I shrugged, "I think I'll just call you Anthony."

Anthony nodded, then he suddenly looked angry, "So you're leaving me for Malfoy? Or maybe Zabini?" He added as he glanced at our intertwined fingers.

How dare he act like I'm the bad guy! I squeezed Blaise's fingers, but otherwise remained calm. "No." I tried to act like I was hurt to make him feel bad. "I'm leaving you because you're a cheating bastard. Really Ton- Anthony we haven't been together two months and you cheat on me?"

Anthony colored in a way that would make a Weasley jealous. "I'm sorry Hailey, they came on to me."

I scoffed, "You don't think any guy has ever come on to me? I've been fending Davies off since I got here." Drake pulled me closer to him when I mentioned that.

Anthony didn't miss that, "Look at you two! I'm supposed just sit there and put your hands all over my girlfriend. How am I going to believe that kiss was accidental?"

"Ex-girlfriend." I corrected him, staring into his cobalt eyes. I was silently daring him to say different.

Instead he nodded before he stormed off. I rested my head on Drake's shoulder. He kissed my forehead as Blaise let go of my hand and stood. "I'll let you two talk." Blaise spoke before grabbing the coffee, taking a gulp and walking away.

"Are you okay?" Drake asked. Draco and I sat side by side with his arm wrapped around my shoulders. After Blaise dropped my hand Drake took my hand and intertwined our fingers.

"I'm fine." I muttered, "Why wouldn't I be?"

He nodded, "I'm sorry."

I shook my head, "I'm glad you told me."

"You are?" He sounded shocked, "I just ruined your relationship."

"You didn't ruin it." I assured him, "Anthony ruined it when he decided to cheat on me with those floozies."

Draco looked amused, "Floozies? Why don't you just call them sluts?" I shrugged and Drake continued as he pulled me onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. I attempted not to blush, "You don't seem sad at all, not even a little mad."

I sighed, "Truth to be told I kind of suspected it."

"Really?"

I nodded, "Once after his patrols his hair was tousled and he smelled of another girl's perfume. It was peachy, my perfume smells like vanilla." Draco nodded, but didn't comment. "He said that he had to chase after the Weasley twins, but that didn't explain the perfume. After that I knew he was lying, subconsciously I had already broken up with him." As I said it I realized that that was exactly what I did.

Drake nodded, "What was that about Davies?" His chin was sitting in the crook of my neck and I felt his jaw clench.

I grinned, moving to face him (I made sure not to accidentally kiss him this time), "Are you jealous, Drake?" I whispered.

"Yes." He replied staring into my eyes were a clear gray, if that's possible.

"Don't be." I whispered and very, very slowly Drake touched his lips to mine.

We were silent for a couple of minutes, "I don't want to be your rebound, Jeannette."

"You won't be."

"No, Jeannette," He shook his head, a small smile played on his lips, "I like you."

I sat there for a moment, speechless (where's the Ravenclaw wit when I need it?), "I like you too, Drake, but I don't think I want a boyfriend right now. What do you want to do?"

"We don't need labels." He shrugged before pressing his lips to mine again. Without realizing I had been waiting to kiss him again since that night on the roof. He smiled after he removed his lips from mine. He stood pulling me up with him. "I'm ready to go back to my common room."

He took my hand as we began a hopefully uneventful walk to the fifth floor. When we got to the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room Drake kissed me again. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Goodnight Jeannette."

"It's Hailey." I replied before answering the riddle and going inside. My heart was pounding and if I had a diary I'm sure I would've ran to go write in it.