The Story of Blaise Zabini

Chapter 4

The Slytherins...

I woke up the next morning, the sun shining in my eyes. I sat up and saw that I was the first one awake. There were three other girls in this dormitory; that Pansy Parkinson girl, a girl that looked like a pit bull and twice as ugly, and a girl with dark reddish hair, whose face I couldn't see, since she was turned away from me.

I jumped out of bed and got dressed, being especially quiet so as not to wake the others. Once I was ready, I went downstairs into a common room decorated much the same as our dormitories, minus the four-poster beds, of course.

I heard a couple of people say something about breakfast, and then walk out of the common room through an exit in one of the walls. I followed them, since I had no idea where to go. And yes, I know, it wasn't that long since I had my dinner last night, but travelling makes a girl twice as hungry.

Soon, we reached the hall we were in last night, and I followed those other Slytherins to our table. Breakfast was already laid out, and I could see that I was going to like the food here.

Just then, I was joined by a boy around my age. I could tell from the way he'd sauntered in that he thought he owned the place. I didn't really look at him until he sat down next to me and said, "Hi," in this bored, lazy drawl, like talking was too much of an effort for him. I lifted my gaze and got my very first look at Draco Malfoy.

His hair was blond, but it wasn't a golden blond, or a dark blond, oh no; it was silvery. It matched his eyes, which, by the way, stared back at mine with casual disdain. Then of course, there was the thing attached to his arm ... oh, I'm sorry, that was Pansy Parkinson. She was clinging to him so hard, that she almost looked like she was glued to him for a moment. But there was no denying that Malfoy was so much better looking than she was.

Pansy was chattering in simpering tones mindlessly, like she didn't care if the earth was disintegrating around us, as long as she looked good enough for the end of the world.

"Draco," she fluttered, batting her eyelashes at him, "what have we got first lesson?"

If that girl was any more stupid, you'd have to water her.

"Oh please," I muttered disgustedly. "I'm trying to eat here."

"What's your problem?" Pansy snapped at me, while Malfoy looked amusingly surprised.

I was ready to kick her Barbie doll ass, but her boyfriend said, in a smooth tone of voice "Pansy, darling, go get my bag for me, would you?" Though it was a question, it came out sounding more like a demand, yet Pansy, the stupid bitch, got up and actually did what he said!

"You want to be more careful about what you say," Draco added to me, though he was regarding me with renewed interest.

"What're you going to do?" I asked scathingly. "Looks like you've never messed that little blond head of yours up in your whole damn life."

He blinked like he'd been slapped - not yet, but I was working on it - and then said, "I wasn't trying to pick a fight."

"Shame, I was trying to start one," I muttered, "with your little lap dog."

"And who would that be?" he asked, though he obviously knew who I was talking about.

"The blonde. Miss Sweetness and fucking light."

Draco was silent, pondering the new girl's cheek - moi? - while I went on eating my breakfast.

Pansy came back about two minutes later, looking between the pair of us. My face was probably flushed with anger, but by the look on her face, she thought we'd been doing something a lot less innocent than arguing. I was really pissed by now, and she didn't help with my mood one bit.

"Draco -" she began, but he held up a silencing hand, and she shut that damn whining mouth of hers.

"I'll explain later," Draco said softly, and Pansy seemed happy with that. Stupid little lap dog.

I stood up in disgust at Pansy's lack of spine; I'd left half of my breakfast untouched but suddenly I'd lost my appetite. Especially since Pansy and Draco were now fooling around at the table. Man, if this is what all Slytherins are like, then I think I need to be moved to another house.

I had just reached the doors into the Hall, when the girl with the reddish hair that I'd seen in the dormitory this morning saw me, and waved.

Confused, since I didn't even know her name yet, I waved back hesitantly. She grinned and walked over to me.

"Hi," she said. "It's Blaise right?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"I'm Lydia," she said, brushing her hair out of her eyes. Then her expression became one of disgust as she looked over my shoulder.

"Urgh, they're at it again!" she spat, pointing, and I turned around to see what Lydia was looking at.

Pansy and Draco sat, flirting away like crazy, while several people gave them disdainful glances and continued eating breakfast. I shuddered and turned back to Lydia.

"Am I the only one who thinks that's just wrong?" I asked.

"Tell me about it," Lydia rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't think Malfoy's only eleven the way he acts around Pansy."

"He's such an ass," I agreed. I liked this girl; she seemed nice, but with an underlying wicked sense of humour.

She laughed. "Anyway, good thing were in the same house. I've met Pansy and the other girl; Millicent Bulstrode. God what a bore she is. All she does is agree with Pansy every time she opens her bloody mouth. We can keep each other awake when they start talking," she added with a grin.

I grinned too; so far it looked like life would never be boring at Hogwarts.

I had no idea how right I was.