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Proud Slytherin, needs Challenge (Blaise Zabini)

Requested: Nope

Warnings:  None (Except an incredible amount of cheesiness, maybe)

Words:       3.667

I could feel his damn eyes burning holes into my back. He knew there was no way I was going to be better than him in Potions. I was still going to outsmart him if it came to it, but Snape and his stupid affinity for Slytherin… “Miss Capes!”, a familiar snaring interrupted my angry thoughts, “Since you seem to be unable to answer my question, I will be taking 5 points from Gryffindor!” And of course somehow he managed to further fuel my anger. If I hadn’t been so distracted by this stupid idiot, who apparently just couldn’t leave me alone, Gryffindor wouldn’t have lost points. I took a deep breath as I could hear Malfoy and his bodyguards snicker behind me. I turned around fuming with anger and there it was just as I expected: a satisfied smile on his face. Of course, Blaise Zabini would never snicker. But he would also never let an opportunity to show the pleasure he gets out of my suffering go to waste.

“I can’t believe you used to be friends with him!”, my best friend, Eliza said, slightly out of breath. “I was young and dumb… I come from a pureblood family, like him. I didn’t know there were any better options.”, I laughed as we sped down the corridor to get to our next class on time. “Well, there clearly are. I mean, he’s good looking and all- ““Uhm, yikes? Please don’t go on.”, I interrupted her. “Hey, I wasn’t finished yet. But you will always outsmart him. Defence against the Dark Arts is our last subject today, so you had better take that chance. Maybe you’ll even do better than Hermione.” We giggled. Right, do better than Hermione Granger-as if that’s even possible. But I did manage to be better than Zabini, that was enough for me. What a nice send-off to summer vacation.

The train journey was lovely, as expected. I tried to enjoy the last time I would see Eliza- she was a muggle-born so naturally, my environment would be rather displeased if she came and visited me. I hung out with all my friends, we recounted everything that happened throughout the year. Pranks we played, dates we had. I would really miss school. Of course, I loved my parents and I was looking forward to not having to work for a couple of weeks, but still I felt more welcome at school, especially since I had, against all expectations, been sorted into Gryffindor. That sure shocked my parents. And all of their friends. That’s why I had to try to be a perfect daughter twice as hard these days. So obviously the first thing I told my mom, once I found her on the platform, was that we won the house cup against Slytherin. “Oh, that’s lovely, darling. Well done! Just don’t mention it at home Our friends will be annoyed enough their children’s house lost against the ‘opponent’. There’s no need to rub it in their faces.” “Friends?”, I exclaimed, more than I asked. She couldn’t be serious, I wasn’t prepared to be judged as soon as I set foot into my home. “Yes, (Y/N). A few of our friends are coming around next week.” Well, at least I still had a week.

I thought that at least now I could prepare myself a bit, but my father proved me wrong the instant he came home. “So, (Y/N), how was school? Have you finally made some proper Friends?” I knew it would get to this point sooner or later with my father. Yet, the question still felt like a stab right between the ribs. Every time I talked to him he somehow managed to make me feel like I was not enough. “I think so.”, I stated as calmly as I could. “And what kind of friends have you made?”, he questioned. “Actually, I’ve started dating a Slytherin.” As soon as I said it I scolded myself in my head. Why did I have to say that? Couldn’t I have just said ‘I’m best friends with Draco Malfoy now. He’s lovely’? No, my over-emotional brain had to come up with something completely outrageous. But I knew it was too late to take it back as my mom walked in in that very moment. “You have a boyfriend now? Why didn’t you tell me? Who is it? Do we know him?”

Oh, my mother, that sweet soul. But who was my ‘boyfriend’? It wasn’t going to be Draco Malfoy- too egoistic. Nore will it be Tweedle-dee or Tweedledum-they were too dumb and annoying, even for imaginary boyfriends. So, who’s left…? “Is it Blaise?” “Uh, yes.” And why did I say that… He was handsome for sure, but that was outweighed by his arrogance. “Oh, how lovely. You know, his parents will be visiting us next week, so you will get to spend some time together.”, my mother chirped.

Just peachy. It would have been bad enough to lie to my parents about being his girlfriend. Spending time with Zabini if I hadn’t just lied to my parents about being his girlfriend would have been bad enough. Although, I might have liked it a little, he may have dropped that arrogant act and it would have been like the good old days. But spending time with him when he had the ultimate way to embarrass me? Now, that would be fun…

The week passed way too fast for my liking. And suddenly I heard my mom calling me downstairs to greet the Zabinis. I walked downstairs quickly, shook some hands, exchanged some small talk and finally got to Blaise. “Listen, Zabini. I need to talk to you… In the kitchen.” He raised his eyebrow and put that dirty smile on his face. The one he wore way too often for my taste. It said ‘I know I can have you’ “And why would I do that?” “Because I’m asking you nicely. Now walk. Please.” ,I could barely force those words out through my gritted teeth. The grin stayed, but he walked.

“What can I do to please you?”, Zabini asked with a condescending smirk.

“Well, I may have led my parents to believe I’m dating you” I said in one breath. This was too embarrassing, I had to get it our as quickly as possible. I couldn’t believe I had to have this conversation with him.

“You? Dating me? That is hilarious.”

“Well, I’m glad I can make you laugh.”, I grumbled.

“And what do you want me to do about it?”

“I just need you to pretend to be my boyfriend until you and your parents leave.”, I explained as calmly as possible.

“And why would I do that?”, he was almost laughing. I sure was glad at least one of us thought this was funny.

“I’ll do anything.” By Merlin, I was desperate. And he knew that.

“Fine, you stop making it your life goal to undermine me and you do whatever I want for a month.” “I stop making ‘undermining you’ my lifegoal for a month. I won’t do whatever you want me to do.” “Yes, you will. You depend on me. You will do what I say for a week.”

“Fine.”

“Good, then let’s go into the living room, baby girl.”

“If you call me that one more time, I’ll hurt you.”, I growled.

And so, we went back into the living room and we were greeted with our parents staring at us. Merlin, please don’t let them make any comments on us ’dating’. “Blaise, why didn’t you tell us (Y/N) was your girlfriend.”, his mother immediately destroyed my hopes. “Well, it’s a little embarrassing. You know, with her being a Gryffindor and all. I just did not know how you would react.”, he tried to sound innocent and sincere as possible. I felt like he knew exactly that he was stirring the conversation towards everyone subtly shaming me for being a Gryffindor and he’d enjoy every second of it. Never had I cursed my big mouth more than in this very moment. That would be one horrible week.

After everyone was done talking about me being a ‘horrible Gryffindor’ they went on to other incredibly interesting conversation topics. Suddenly Zabini took my hand and gave me a sly smile “Do you want to get out of here, baby?”

“Sure, Blaise.”, I answered with my most sickeningly sweet smile.

“We’ll get some fresh air.”, he told our parents and pulled me out the door. I shook off his hand as soon as we were out of sight and went straight for the front door.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Going outside?”, I said sheepishly. How did this moron make me feel so self conscious?

“I wasn’t going to actually go outside.” Seriously, what was he on about?

“Well, what did you want to do?”

“I was just going to go upstairs. Weren’t you sick of them talking?” What a question who enjoys people having a complete conversation subtly talking badly about oneself. But why was he sick of it? “Well?”, he pressed, raising his eyebrows.

“Uh, I mean… sure?” I walked to my room with him, neither of us saying a word. The silent shuffling of our feet was the only sound braking the awkward silence, which almost made it unbearable. That was probably why I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind, as soon as I sat down on my bed: “Why were you sick of hearing them talk? I mean, surely you must have enjoyed everyone putting me down.”

“Well as enjoyable as that is, it’s kind of boring on the long term.”, he said as he sat down on the floor, looking up at me.

“Oh, and I’m more interesting?”, I asked disbelievingly.

“Well, you could be. Tell me the most interesting thing about you.”, he breathed out as he closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall.

“Is this going to be an actual conversation?”

“It could be, depending on how interesting you are.” I snorted, shaking my head and when I looked down at him… was that a smile on his face? But it was gone as soon as he saw me looking at him. Maybe I just wanted him to be nice for once.

“Well, the most interesting thing is that I’m a Gryffindor, although I’m from a cliché pure-blood family. My mom’s fine with it- my dad however, is so annoyed about it, after all these years, I finally cracked and told him the pure-blood Slytherin, who probably hates me the most is my boyfriend.”

“I said, the most interesting thing. You’re not supposed to lie” although he was teasing me, his voice sounded unusually kind.

“What? I’m not lying.”, I laughed, startled.

“I’m pretty sure Draco hates you more than me- “

“Well, that’s just one person” He grinned and raised his eyebrows cheerfully.. I kind of liked this side of him.

“I wasn’t done yet. Therefore, Crabbe and Goyle hate you more than me, so you see I don’t hate you… that much.” Of course, there had to be an addition. But we did have a nice talk for about an hour. That was when we were interrupted by our parents knocking on my door. We looked up and by the amused looks on their faces we must have both looked like deer in headlights. It was so weird to have them walk in all of a sudden, mainly because it reminded me of the fact that we weren’t in a perfect little world of our own where Blaise and I weren’t constantly challenging each other. Although I didn’t mind too much- until they decided to offer us to sleep in the same room ‘as long as you don’t do anything we wouldn’t do’, just before they left. Great. So, we were now also sleeping in the same room. I wasn’t blaming them or anything, they thought they were being nice. My father probably thought it would be character building or whatever. But the problem was I only had one bed. “You can sleep on the floor!” It was more of a command than a suggestion. However, the look he gave me told me I had no chance. “Yeah, you know what else I can do? Tell your parents all of this was a scheme to make your dad think you’re living up to his expectations.”, he answered challenging me. As soon as the words were out of his mouth his face changed, first he looked slightly regretful, but it quickly hardened into the mask of arrogance again that I knew so well.

“Wow, Zabini. Just wow. You know, you were almost starting seem nice.” I whispered.

We were always challenging each other, but I’d never thought he would say something as hurtful as this.

“Whatever, (Y/N).”, he almost growled, yet he somehow managed to sound like he couldn’t care less.

“Yeah, whatever…” I mumbled, “I don’t care. Now I’m going to go to sleep and you can sleep wherever you want.” I was hoping he’d put the lights off so he wouldn’t see how close I was to crying. It was bad enough my father was constantly subtly telling me I was disappointing him. I did not need Blaise to say it straight to my face. But instead he sat down at my desk and started writing something, which I assumed was a letter. I’m not sure how long Blaise was up writing, but when I woke up the next morning he was asleep next to me. I didn’t know how he was still sleeping, with the sunlight hitting his face like that. Not that I’d mind… In fact, he looked rather beautiful and sweet. I started thinking that he could actually be really sweet. After all we did have a great talk last night. And although he was always handsome, once he quit that arrogant act… Ok, I wasn’t supposed to think that and my heart isn’t supposed to beat faster when I look at him and he had been incredibly rude to me last night.

I needed a glass of water. Now.

As I walked to the kitchen I could hear our parents talking. “Good morning!”, I smiled. Everyone quietly greeted me back and I got that glass of water. As I was about to go back upstairs my mom called me back and announced that mine and Blaise’s parents were going out until noon and with that they apparated. I just stood there, on the cold kitchen floor for a second, but my bare feet felt like they were about to freeze off so I quickly scampered off to sit on a chair. I looked around the table, other than an unfinished breakfast there was also an unopened letter with only our address written on it in perfect, clean writing. A wide grin spread across my face-a letter from Eliza! That was exactly what I needed to cheer me up. Maybe I could ask her advice on the crappy situation I got myself into. But instead of Eliza’s perfectly drawn letters, the writing in the letter was messy. The words were smeared across the page. I knew I wasn’t supposed to, but I was pretty sure this letter was for Blaise-probably an answer to what he wrote last night- and I was just too curious.

Blaise,

By Merlin, get a grip!

She is just a girl, and a blood traitor, too. I get it, Blaise, she’s hot, you used to be friends, you’ve been pining after her for ages. And you visiting her for a week doesn’t make it easier. But if you can hide it at school, you can hide it at her home. And you’ve gotten yourself into this mess anyway. Seriously, what do you think you’re doing? You sleep in one room with her, talk to her for hours on end and on top of it all agree to pretend to be her boyfriend. And, by the way, making her stop undermining you for months and do what you want for a week does not make it better. You might as well have written an advert to the Daily Prophet ‘Pure-blood Slytherin, looking for-no-needing a challenge’

I am actually kind of sick of this. You cannot pine after (Y/N) forever. You have all the possibilities. It’s like fate set this up for you. So, either you apologize for being a piece of shit for the longest time, explain yourself and hope for the best. Or you quit turning into a nutcase in front of her. Either way I never want to hear about your undying love for (Y/N) again.

Draco

 Undying love, nice touch… But if he was pining after me for such a long time-

“Good morning.”, Blaise mumbled behind me as he walked into the kitchen.

“What makes it good?”, I grumbled.

“So, you’re still mad about yesterday?”, he sounded so sincere. Like he was actually trying to be nice to me. And what I just read made it harder to be mad at him, but he couldn’t know I just read what I read. So I had to play mad.

“Yes, Blaise. Yes I am still mad about you saying something extremely hurtful to me.” I snapped looking straight at him. And although I just read about, what Malfoy called Blaise’s ‘undying love’ for me, I was still surprised to see him looking resentful, almost hurt. But I kind of wanted him to read Draco’s letter before we talked. Maybe it would motivate him to talk about his feelings. “You also really should tell your friends to write names on their letters. Malfoy actually gave me false hopes with this one.” I said as I handed Blaise the letter. He took it without a word and left. Once again I was left standing in the kitchen, so I decided to write a letter to Eliza to distract myself until he was done.

It was nice to finally tell someone about everything. This whole situation was such a mess. But before I could even seal the letter I heard feet shuffling behind me and then Blaise started talking. The tone of his voice was different to any other time I heard it. It was soft and apologetic. “Listen, (Y/N). I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you it’s just… sometimes I do stupid things around you.” I could hardly believe what I just heard. Did he just almost come close to admitting he had a crush on me? But almost coming close to admitting wasn’t quite what I was going for, I wasn’t up for embarrassing myself in front of him. Well, not more than I already did. I needed a proper confession before I did anything else. “Sometimes? What about every time in potions class, when I can almost feel your stare burning holes in my back? How about when you decided to stir the conversation towards your parents talking badly about me again?” “I’m honestly sorry! I was wrong and I did wrong things. I didn’t mean to stir the conversation in any direction. I had to make up an excuse for me never telling my parents I’m dating you on the spot-it was the first thing that came to my mind, I don’t care that you’re a Gryffindor and I don’t think anyone else should either. And I do stupid stuff because I can’t decide whether I should make a move or just scratch the whole thing and move on-this situation isn’t exactly easy for me. And as for staring at you in class, well you can’t tell me I’m alone with that one. I’ll admit it, I can’t help staring at you and you can’t blame me-have you seen yourself? But I know you stare at me, too. I see the way you look at me when you think nobody’s looking. And I like you, I do. And I would have pretended to be your boyfriend for free, for all it counts. I was just to proud to say this before.” I couldn’t help but smile. “I know.” “What?”, he almost snapped at me. I knew I needed to fix this immediately, he was glaring at me already and I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. “I said I know. I read Draco’s letter, plus I got you the first time you were apologizing I just enjoy making you say you were wrong.“ Finally, his angry face dropped and he smiled at me softly. “And?”, he said with a soft voice as he stroked my cheek, “Do you have anything to say?” “And… I’ve never felt that happy… reading something from Draco.” I took a little break, just to tease him, to get back at him for last night. “And I really enjoyed our talk last night. You also look really good when you’re asleep and I like you too.” He smiled at me, I slowly leaned forward and brushed my lips against his. “Ok, no. Is this how you think it’s going to work?”, he said frustrated. “Of course, that’s what you signed up for.”, I exclaimed. “I didn’t sign up for anything…?”, Blaise laughed. “Really? Cause I could’ve sworn I read something along the lines of ‘Proud-no, sorry, pure blood- Slytherin, needs a challenge’ in the Daily Prophet.” “Ok. Stop teasing me. Also, I should probably write a letter to Draco, you know, thanking him and all.” He started letting go of me, but I was not about to give up on this so I held on to him tighter. “Or, you could do exactly as he asked you and not talk to him about it until he feels like he’s starving due to lack of gossip. Which he will, eventually… I mean, come on-the guy’s a drama queen”, I grinned. “Your mind amazes me. Now how about you challenge me to something fun?” “And what would that be?”, I teased.“How about this?” he smiled, gently, before he kissed me.

*I know this one is cheesy and a bit all over the place-I’m sorry, I have no reason it just kind of came out like that, please, be nice :)*

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