A Sorta Fairytale

Chapter 3: Complicated

My mother pulled me aside the night before I was to return to Hogwarts and sat me at the dinner table.

"Blaise, I want to talk to you about something," she said in a very serious tone that made we wince inside fearing the ever dreaded "sex talk". A little late mum. But, I didn´t say that.

"Is about that bloody Granger," she growled.

I instantly relaxed and nodded.

"I want you to make sure she doesn´t do so well this year," my mother said burrowing into my eyes with hers.

"I have been studying as hard as I could mum," I sighed.

"No, I want you to some how sabotage her," my mother hissed.

I sat back in shock. What on earth? My mother must have fallen on her head that morning. Her vindictiveness was unusually high.

"How exactly do you propose I do that?" I smirked.

"Don´t give me your cheek," she spat. "Make sure she is too preoccupied with other things. You don´t seem to be dedicated enough to your own work to do better than her. I am just saying since you are so lazy with school that maybe you could do it another way."

"Distract her," I nodded. "How? With a stick?"

My mother´s eyes squinted to slits and she looked ready to smack my mouth from one more sarcastic remark.

"Look, I know how the girls see you at school," my mother began. "And don´t think for a minute I don´t know what you are doing."

I almost fell from my seat. Truthfully, I had no idea my mum knew anything about my sex life, or that I even had one.

"Now, I am just saying you know how to make girls do what you want. I am not asking you to make that thing fancy you, and no way in hell am I wanting you to do anything else with her, but you could make her want someone else."

I took a deep breath and whispered, "You want me to make Hermione love someone?"

"Preferably someone that would be bad for her reputation. I mean no harm in going all the way."

I couldn´t believe what I was hearing. I had to make that fluff head fall for some horrid boy. I didn´t want to. Mostly, because my mother was telling me to.

"Who do you suggest?" I asked my mother.

"I don´t know. Find out who she hates," my mother sighed.

"That´s easy," I chortled. "Draco Malfoy."

"No," my mother said quickly. "Out of the question."

"But that is who she hates," I muttered. "I mean, they are always at each other´s throats."

My mum shook her head and then looked up at me.

"Actually," she said dangerously, "Malfoy might work. Make her fall for him. Since he doesn´t like her already, and rightly so, then she will be tormented. I mean her chasing after this boy who hates her. I am sure that would make her so depressed her marks would go down."

I didn´t like the look in my mum´s eyes. It was like her life´s ambition was to bring down Granger, her little contribution to You-Know-Who´s cause. It was sick. But, what could I do? Say no? She would want to know why and all I could think of was, because it isn´t nice. But that word didn´t exist in her repertoire.

"Alright mum," I sighed. "Alright."

* * *

I sat on the Hogwarts Express. My mind was wandering and Pansy was trying to get my attention. It´s a well-known fact that the one girl who has fancied me the longest, and probably always will, is Pansy Parkinson. Since our second year when she sent me a dwarf to sing me a Valentine, it was known. Now as the years have passed and I still haven´t ever tried to fool around with her, she is pretty convinced I never will. She has resolved to just be my friend. In fact she is my only friend. Only person in the Slytherin house I enjoy talking to that is. Is not that she is my best friend with whom I share all my deep secrets with and who knows me better than anyone else. By no means. I don´t think those type of friends exist. She is just the most tolerable. Probably, because she isn´t as anti-Muggle as she seems. She is anti-know-it-alls, like Granger, which is why she puts the girl through so much hell. But, like me she doesn´t give a shit whether you are a Muggle or not, just as long as you don´t piss her off.

"Blaise," she whined.

I looked over and she was holding her schedule trying to see if we were in the same classes.

"I heard Granger got a perfect score on her OWL´s," Pansy muttered out of nowhere.

"Really?" I shrugged not really listening. I wouldn´t expect anything less from Granger.

"Bloody show off," Pansy snarled and looked back at my schedule, in my hands.

"From the looks of the classes you are in, I bet you got a perfect score too," she smirked.

"Not quite," I sighed.

Pansy looked up at me with doe eyes. I just looked away. I feel a little guilty when she looks like that to me. Is odd, but I can almost feel her adoration for me. I feel sorry for her. I will never return it. Now, if she were anyone else I would just shag her and get it over with. I mean after all she wants me. The girl has good taste. But, I have known her for so long that it would be like teasing her. Besides I am not, and never have been, attracted to her. I don´t know why. I just haven´t. She is rather plain, but not ugly. And she has, I have observed, a nice body. I just don´t feel anything like that towards her.

I looked to the seat opposite me. Malfoy was sitting with a smug expression. Morag MacDougal, from Ravenclaw, and a seventh year I didn´t catch the name of, are flirting with him. We both know they are in here to talk to me. But, right now I don´t feel social enough. That is why Draco hangs out with me. For the leftovers. I watched him cracking jokes-my jokes-making the girls laugh. Pansy met my eyes showing she was just as annoyed by her ex-boyfriend as I was. But, Malfoy is the prince of the royal house of Slytherin. No one in our house would dare say or do anything to hurt him. If we did, we shouldn´t expect a happy return home. I was supposed to make Hermione fall in love with this prat?

All the love potions I knew of, involved making someone love you. Nothing about making someone else fall for someone you want. I had been flipping through my potions book the night before and couldn´t find anything. I even searched through the charms and found only ones that sparked temporary lust in a person. That was okay, but it wore off in a week or so. How was I to make Hermione Granger, the filthy mudblood genius, fall for the pureblood prejudice spoiled, Draco Malfoy. Hitting her on the head causing her amnesia, then explaining to her she loved him, seemed the only option at that point. And it wasn´t like I could just convince her she loved him. I mean who would want to love him?

I huffed and slid down in my seat wishing to be at the school already and disappear into the library.

* * *

We arrived finally. Ron is still mad at me. I can´t believe how childish he is being! We headed to the Great Hall in silence. Harry tried to begin small talk, but neither Ron nor I, wished to participate. After we arrived I climbed out from the carriage, which took us, helped by still a very silent Ron. I didn´t want his help, but took his hand anyway. We headed towards the stairs as a group of four Slytherins ascended them next to us. I closed my eyes for a moment hoping Malfoy wouldn´t start something. We had barely stepped foot in Hogwarts! I opened my eyes, and stepped on my robe causing me to fall. A boy next to me caught me before my face met the stairs.

"Thank you," I huffed, angered that the Slytherins were around to see that.

I looked over at who caught me and was shocked to see it was Zabini. Malfoy was cackling next to him, highly amused. Pansy smirked at Draco, obviously amused as well. But, Zabini had a blank expression. Probably too in shock from having to touch a dirty mudblood. Why did he even catch me? Must have been a reflex. He nodded to me and kept walking up the stairs.

I entered into the Great Hall. My face felt hot from embarrassment. Why did I let them get to me so easily? I took a deep breath and sat down. Soon after, the Sorting Ceremony began. I tried to watch each new student as they put on the hat, but I couldn´t get over this feeling that someone was watching me. I looked around the hall, but everyone was watching Holt, Kiki, as she put on the sorting hat. I scanned the room one last time before returning my eyes to Kiki. From across the room two brown eyes met mind for a second. I did a double take but when I looked again he was looking away. It was Blaise, though. I think. Why was he looking at me?

* * *

The library of Hogwarts has a distinctive smell of old books and dust. Is unlike a smell I have ever known, but I feel at peace there. The coziest bloody place in the castle, I assure you.

"Hullo Pince, you´re looking lovely this afternoon," I smirked.

"Oh, Blaise," Madame Pince blushed. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, I need to know where I can find books on love spells. Permanent ones."

I flashed her a teethy grin.

"What do you need books like that for?" she giggled. "I doubt you need help getting the girls."

"Is for class," I groaned.

"Alright," she smiled and handed me a list of books to check out. "You know the drill, sign in over there for the restricted section."

"Thank you," I said with a smile, and winked at her. She giggled again and I went over to sign my name on a large scroll by her desk.

I went over to the restricted section and found my books. There were about six of them. I balanced them as best I could on top of each other and walked slowly to a table to sit and read. My arms stung a bit from the weight. I looked around over the large stack and found a table far off, hidden by many rows of books. I dropped the books down with a thud and my arms thanked me. I sat down with a sigh and began to flip through the books. Each spell was more complicated than the next. But, still they were for temporary usage. I groaned leaning back after going through my fourth book. I stretched my arms up when I felt them get caught by someone. I looked up and smiled.

"Hey, you sexy thing," I smirked at Hannah Abbot, as she stood behind me.

She giggled, flipping her blonde curls behind her. I stood up and gave her a hug.

"What are you doing hiding back here?" she pouted.

Damn! Why are the Hufflepuffs the hottest? I will never know!

"Boring research," I said pulling her against me. "Haven´t seen you for a while."

"The summer holiday does that," she giggled putting her forehead to mine.

"Well we should make up for lost time," I smirked, looking in her blue and arousing, innocent eyes. A bit of a contradiction.

"That´s exactly what I was thinking," she whispered biting her lower lip.

That must be some hidden trick all girls learn. The lip-biting thing. I mean it drives me mad! That is all a girl has to do and I am theirs.

"How about tonight?" I asked moving my face closer that my lips were just over hers.

"Sure," she breathed.

I kissed her. It started out as just a short kiss. I was going to say goodbye and return to my books, but before I had time to realize I was still in the library, I had Hannah up against the wall and my hand up her skirt.

"I-I should probably go," she panted.

"Probably," I grunted kissing her neck.

She pushed me back and was giggling.

"I should go," she sighed and walked past me.

I went up behind her and kissed the back of her neck and grabbed her breasts over her shirt. I heard her gasp out and I whispered, "See you tonight." Then I let her go.

I returned to my books with the taste of Hannah´s lip-gloss in my mouth. That girl has a vanilla thing. Always smells or tastes like it. I´m not complaining, just observing. I flipped through a couple more pages then slammed the book closed. Damnit! Now I was all turned on and I let the bloody Hufflepuff go! Brilliant Blaise! Brilliant! I groaned and lay my forehead on the book. Hate girls. I love them, but hate them.

I put back the books I had already looked through and took the last two back to my room with me. I was too distracted now to research. Needed to find some bird to snog like now! I went into my common room. Malfoy was laughing loudly and Pansy was standing up looking like she was ready to cry.

"What´s going on?" I asked.

Pansy looked over at me furious. She stomped over and smacked my face, hard.

"What the hell was that for?" I spat.

"Why did you let him read that?" she shrilled, her eyes watering.

Fuck, the letter! I forgot. Bloody, Malfoy! Note to self: Kill Malfoy after supper.

"I´m sorry, is just I was distracting him-"

"I don´t want to hear it," she pouted and ran to her room.

Malfoy had fallen back on the sofa, cackling like a hyena. I dropped my books and stomped over. I reached down and pulled him up by his collar. Bad move, I know. But, I was furious.

"What is wrong with you?" I spat lifting him up from the sofa a bit. He´s really light.

"Get you bloody Wop hands off of me!" Draco growled, and Crabbe and Goyle stood up.

I threw Malfoy back onto the sofa while glaring at those two oafs. Why they stuck their necks out to protect him is beyond me. He isn´t worth it.

"You showed me the bloody letter!" Draco shouted. "So calm the fuck down!"

I pursed my lips. He was right. What was I going to do now? I just shook my head and went back to retrieve my books. I could continue to argue or get into a fight. I mean I did feel bad over Pansy, but still she was just a girl. Not really worth getting my arse beaten over. I picked up my books and went to my room without a word. Needless to say, I didn´t feel like snogging any girl after that.

* * *

Ron was all over me. Practically eating my face. I could feel my face sticky with saliva. Gross. But, at least he wasn´t upset with me anymore. But, did he really have to swallow my tongue? I tried to say something, to tell him to calm down. I mean I was beginning to feel like a glazed donut. But, he ignored me and continued kissing down my neck. Don´t give me a hickie. Please! Bugger! He is giving me a hickie!

"Ow!" I whimpered pushing his face away from my neck.

He looked down at me annoyed.

"What I do wrong now?" he huffed.

"That bloody hurts," I scolded him.

He looked away trying not to lose his temper. I know that look.

"Sorry," he mumbled and leaned down and kissed me softly on my neck.

He moved down to my collarbone and I always know what comes next. Well, comes off next. My shirt. He was unbuttoning it clumsily. He was better than he used to be. I have lost many a button because of him. He helped me out of my shirt and stared at my chest. I don´t really know the whole big deal with boys and breasts. I mean they are just breasts! They feed babies, get in the way, and stifle breathing thanks to the lovely invention of bras! Nonetheless, he likes them. I let him take off my bra maybe twice in the past. I just don´t like the feeling of him kissing them and groping them. Is uncomfortable.

"Can I?" he asked as he slowly pulled down my bra strap.

I bit my lip. I really didn´t want him to. But, he really likes them and he has been rather angry with me for the past few days.

"Sure," I sighed.

He smiled and I sat up so he could have better access to the clasp. He took it off effortlessly. Why can he take off my bra easily and not my shirt? That makes no sense! He put my bra to the side, next to my shirt. I feel so awkward. He reached forward and squeezed them. What, is he testing melon ripeness? Lord. He is so mesmerized by them! I lay back down. I feel more comfortable like that.

He quickly took his shirt off. Oh sure, he can take his shirt off by just pulling it over his head with one hand! How can boys do that? I have tried, just to see how hard it is and I must say, it is very hard. They must be given lessons on that. I giggled to myself thinking about this and Ron smiled at me. He must think I am giggling over what his lips are doing to my breasts. Truthfully, I hadn´t even noticed.

I had to kiss him back now. I don´t particularly like kissing his chest. His chest hair is course and tickles my nose. I like kissing lips. They are perfect. Can be soft when need be or hard. But, Ron isn´t much of a kisser and likes his lips on every other place on my body, than my lips. I kissed down his stomach. He looks a little anxious. I hate when he gets that look. I am not going any lower! He lays his head back in a huff as I sit up to kiss his lips again.

* * *

I woke up with a jerk. I do that sometimes when I am not in my bed. I sat up and took a deep breath. Hannah is sleeping next to me, curled up in a little ball. I tilted my head looking at her for a second. I can just make out her face from the moonlight that seeps through the cracks in the curtains. She was the only Hufflepuff, in my year, which let me have any fun. Susan didn't acknowledge my presence and Sally-Anne glared at me from afar. She has hated me since the dawn of time.

The first night I did anything with Hannah, which wasn't much, Sally-Anne sort of caught us and almost chucked a bottle of pumpkin juice at my head. She is one scary bitch of yank, I tell you that. Yes, I could understand their anger at times. I mean I was Hannah's first, blah blah blah. But sometimes I just think they are jealous. I mean Susan is hot, but never gives any boy the time of day, bloody carpet muncher. And Sally-Anne, she just looks like she is five anyway. No chest at all.

I needed to go back to my bed. I have a hard time sharing other people´s beds. I don´t know why. I stuck my hand out of the curtains searching for my clothes that were on the floor. I pulled on my trousers and held my shirt in my hand. I pulled back the curtains and stepped onto the cold wooden floor. I knelt down for my shoes. I couldn´t find them anywhere. I looked under Hannah´s bed, but saw only darkness. I crawled around and heard a noise. I lifted my head up only to find I was under a chair and banged it hard.

"Bugger," I hissed rubbing my scalp.

I heard someone giggle and looked around. I saw someone´s head duck back behind their curtains. I slowly stood up with a smirk.

"Alright yank," I huffed. "Give me my shoes."

"Make me," Sally-Anne tutted back.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to her bed. I stuck my hand out towards the bed, though the curtains were drawn.

"Hand them over," I snapped, no longer amused.

One shoe came flying out and hit me in the face. Sally-Anne stuck her head out from behind the curtain laughing.

"That bloody hurt," I hissed clasping my hand over my nose.

"Oh, I´m sorry," she giggled with an evil grin and threw the other shoe at me. But, that one I ducked out of the way from.

I grabbed both of my shoes quickly as she watched, giggling.

"Bitch!" I snapped walking away.

"Ass monkey!" she snapped back. Is that really an insult in sunburned California speak? Must be. Stupid Americans.

I didn´t look back clutching my shoes and shirt. My school bag was lying by the door. I slung it over my shoulder and pulled out a silky silver cape and threw it over me and left. Must thank Malfoy for his cloak one day. Or not, I don´t think he has realized that it was I who stole his Christmas present. Has been two years since! Twit! He had been showing it off to everyone that morning and the next day his Invisibility Cloak had disappeared. How ironic. I couldn´t help myself. He was being such a prat. He has been too embarrassed to ask anything about its whereabouts. So, it´s mine now.