Nothing belongs to me.
XXVII: Reinvigorated
Blaise Zabini found himself in quite the dilemma.
It had all started when he had tried to…erm…reinvigorate his best mate. The reason for this, uh, process was, to put it simply, Astoria Greengrass. In his mind, the blue eyed beauty had ruined everything.
Blaise never thought he would see the day when Draco Malfoy would fall head over heels in love with someone, but that day had come, less than a year ago.
Draco and Astoria's love for each other had been sickening. There were hugs and kisses and snuggling. Snuggling! Blaise had to fight to keep his lunch stomached at the very thought of it. And the way Draco talked about her! Blaise thought it was a love potion at work, but he decided not to bring it up.
He was seriously considering moving – just packing up and getting the hell out of there – when it ended.
Astoria ran off with Theodore Nott, taking a chunk of Draco's money with her. The Draco Malfoy she left behind was far worse than any lovesick puppy.
There was a reason Blaise didn't date. Women could be scary things, and now, it seemed he was living with one.
Draco never left the flat, yet alone his room, and sometimes Blaise could hear him sobbing into the Egyptian cotton sheets his mother had sent him. It wasn't until Draco cornered him, asking for a hug, when Blaise decided to take matters into his own hands…and to the Daily Prophet personal ads.
That was two weeks ago. Since then, owls from desperate witches (and wizards) had arrived by the hundreds. In the end, Blaise just reached into the mountain of unopened replies and fished out the first letter his fingers closed upon.
The real task, however, had been convincing Draco to go on the date. Blaise had decided not to mention that he would be going with Luna Lovegood.
He knew only too well what would go down in the restaurant he'd reserved for Saturday night.
And if he thought that this was a dilemma, there would be nothing to prepare him for the insane twist of events that was yet to come.