The Story of Blaise Zabini

Chapter 15

Pansy's Revenge

This is great. Just great.

I've been dating Draco for about ten minutes and already I'm keeping secrets from him. Fair enough, it's not my secret, but I'm involved. But I did promise Lydia I wouldn't tell anyone about the thing with George - although I think they'd make a cute couple - so I guess I've got to keep that secret.

Now I know Lydia was lying when she said that kiss with George meant nothing. That little smile on her face when she told me? Yeah, she so totally smitten with him. But she won't admit to it, and George must be thinking he's an idiot or something. Next time they're in Hogsmeade, I am so going to find out if that kiss meant as much to George as it clearly meant to Lydia.

But right now, I have no other thoughts in my head except for the ones that are screaming at me to kiss Draco senseless. Did I mention I was making out with him right now?

Anyway, it's a Saturday, and everyone is enjoying the freedom the weekend brings. I have a mountain of homework to do back in my dormitory, but right now I'm - ahem - too busy to even put quill to parchment. Draco and I are in a conveniently secluded corridor. Total bliss.

Of course, it couldn't just stay like that a little longer could it?

The grating, high-pitched giggle of Pansy Parkinson reached my ears. No doubt she had cornered some poor guy and was now flirting away like crazy. It's no wonder she's still single.

I pulled away from Draco, and sighed in frustration.

"God, can't she just disappear, like, forever?" I said rolling my eyes, exasperated.

"Pansy's whole existence depends on showing up at the most inappropriate moments," Draco shrugged. "It's what she does best."

"Come on, I can't stand that laugh any more," I said, taking has hand.

We walked along the corridor, coming closer to where Pansy was - probably - torturing the new object of her affections.

When we rounded the corner, we saw her, pressed up against a Slytherin. From where I was stood it didn't look like he was being tortured, though he did look familiar. That's when I noticed; it wasn't just any old Slytherin, going at it with slut of the century, Pansy Parkinson.

It was Jeff.

I froze, leaving Draco to walk a few steps ahead, before he noticed I'd stopped.

"What?" he asked bewildered.

Instead of answering I took a step forward, hoping against hope that it wasn't Jeff. But there was no mistaking that tall, lanky posture. If only there was.

Draco finally realised why I'd stopped. He gave me a look that said 'Maybe we should go', but I took no notice. All I could think of was Lydia. She was going to be crushed when she found out about this.

"Come on, Blaise," Draco murmured, his hand sliding around my wrist. "Let's go."

"I can't just let him stand there and snog the hell out of Pansy!" I protested in a furious whisper. "What about Lydia?"

"Lydia isn't here right now so she has no idea," Draco pointed out. "Why don't you just keep it that way?"
"You don't understand!" I hissed at him, wrenching my arm from his grasp.

I know I'm being petty and stupid and pathetic, but you try watching your best friend's boyfriend getting off with some brainless whore. Draco's angry with me now; he's probably wondering why he's even bothering to go out with me, but I can't just let something like this drop.

"Well if I don't understand, then maybe I should go," Draco said hotly, turning away from me.

"Draco don't," I pleaded. "I know you want to pretend this hasn't happened, but I can't, alright? And it's not just the fact that he's with Pansy; Lydia's been feeling so guilty lately, because she -"

Bloody hell, I nearly told him there; Lydia wasn't going too pleased with me at all. But he's looking at me now and I know he wants to know what I was going to say; maybe I should tell him, then he'll understand. Then I can tell him not to let Lydia know I told him.

"Because she what?" he asked curiously.

"Because she kissed George Weasley."

Comprehension dawned on Draco's face and had he had any real concern for the Weasley twins, he might have winced.

"Oh. I see."

I sighed. "And now this bastard is playing her and she feels guilty for what she did. When I tell her about this -"

"She won't believe you," Draco shrugged.

"What? Why?!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing; of course Lydia would believe me, I'm her best friend!

"Because she's besotted with him and she won't listen to a word you say."

I thought about protesting, but then I realised it didn't matter how much I didn't want to believe it, it was true. Lydia was too head over heels for Jeff; she wouldn't hear a word against him.

"Well, that's just great," I muttered. "I've just discovered something I wish I hadn't, and it's going to hurt my best friend, and she won't believe a word I say when I try to tell her, and when she finds out I told you she's going to kill me and -"

With a kiss powerful enough to leave me gasping, Draco cut me off. I was actually pretty relieved that I didn't have to talk for the moment; it was blissful enough just to know that he wasn't fed up of me yet. Maybe I shouldn't speak too soon though, because I just know he's going to get really annoyed with me pretty soon.

He pulled away slowly, as though reluctant to do so. I looked at him, wondering what had brought the latest display of passion on.

"You were babbling," he smirked. "I had to do something."

And despite the seriousness of the situation, I laughed. It was either that or freak out completely, so I settled for laughing and eventually we were both laughing. I have no idea what we found so funny all of a sudden, but mindless fun was all I needed.

In the common room that night, Jeff was sat with Lydia, whispering in her ear and kissing her. I glared at him until he looked up and saw me staring at him darkly. He gave a hesitant smile - which I blatantly ignored - then turned back to Lydia and went right on murmuring things in her ear. I hope he feels guilty, you know, because if he doesn't then I hope he realises that Lydia will find out eventually and she'll kick his ass to the curb. Hard.