Best Of Five - (A 'Blaire Zabini' sequel) || Draco Malfoy

1 - Blaire

"Excuse be miss, the Pac-Man machine stopped working halfway through me game."

Oh, for fuck's sake, not again. That machine was going to be the death of me.

Putting down my nail file, I glanced at the clock on my desk before turning back to the middle aged balding Muggle with an over hanging gut beneath a sweaty white string vest.

"I'm sorry, sir," I said, flashing him a strained smile. "I'll give you a full refund."

"But I was winning." He grunted. "I want me quid back and five free games as compo."

Was this fucktard for real?

"Well, I'm afraid we're just about to close up," I explained in my best professional voice. "I'm picking up my son from school, you see-"

"You could be picking me Gran up from the morgue for all I care. I want my five free games and I ent going nowhere until I get 'em or else I go outside right now and tell everyone what frauds you pissing gypsies really are."

"Excuse me?" I said, raising my eyebrows, feeling my blood beginning to boil.

The sound of a door opened and closed behind me, but I took no notice, instead trying to control my temper as I looked on in disgust at this pig of a man.

"You 'erd," he sneered, leaning his face so close to mine that I could smell the stale beer on his breath. "Fucking gypsies, the lot of yer."

His eyes flicked down to my cleavage as a tongue poked out of his mouth and swept over his fat slimy lips.

What the fuck was wrong with this prick? Seeing nothing but red, I rammed open the drawer of my desk, but before I could reach inside, a loud cough sounded behind me.

"Is there a problem here?"

I guiltily closed the drawer again, glancing up at the white-blond haired wizard behind me. "Nothing that I can't handle," I drawled. "This gentleman was just leaving."

I grabbed a pound coin off the side and slammed it hard down on the desk in front of the rude customer.

"You the boss?" The man said gruffly, looking up at Draco with a look of respect he hadn't shown me a single ounce of. "If so, I'd like to make a complaint. I'm getting no help from this bimbo."

Draco visibly bristled, a muscle visibly pulsed along his jawline. "My wife is the boss." He stepped up behind to place a hand on my shoulder.

The man looked between Draco and I, his face falling in shock. Clearly he hadn't expected the clean cut man in an expensive looking suit to be with the likes of me, the gypsy bimbo.

"And if you don't mind," Draco continued coolly, the digging of his fingers into my shoulder giving away how angry he really felt, "my wife and I were just about to close up to fetch our son from the train station. So if you could kindly take your pound coin and be on your way."

The man narrowed his eyes as though debating with himself whether to argue further.

"Thieving foreigners." He muttered under his breath as he snatched up the coin in his pudgy sweaty hand, leering pointedly down at me before he waddled on out of there.

"I've had it!" I hissed, banging my fist on the desk as Draco's hand still gripped firmly on my shoulder. "This place is just making me hate people. Those bastards have no idea what we've done for them!"

Letting go of my shoulder, Draco swivelled my chair around so that I was facing him, his expression fierce.

"And if I hadn't had come out just then? What would you have done?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said innocently, my eyes darting guiltily to the drawer again.

"Damn it, Blaire!" Draco gritted, "you've already been warned about this. Are you trying to get yourself locked up?"

"Chill, Drac," I drawled, rolling my eyes. "I didn't in the end, did I?"

"I'm not the one who needs to chill!" He said sharply, the anger in his tone making me flinch. "You're the one letting customers get under your skin-"

"He called me a fucking gypsy and a foreigner!" I exploded. "He's lucky I didn't blast his ignorant brains out!"

A vivid replay of Cedric's head blowing up flashed before my eyes and I had to fight off a moment of nausea.

"Blaire?"

I opened my eyes, only just realising I'd squeezed them shut. Draco had crouched down in front of me, his face swimming with concern.

His cool fingers danced on my cheek as he cupped my face and he leant forward to kiss my forehead.

"Let's quit all of this, my love," he murmured softly as his lips moved against my temple. "We didn't win the war just to wind up being insulted by the likes of him."

"But it was my dream," I sighed heavily, allowing Draco to pull me to my feet and into his embrace. "And your badge business is doing so well."

It was true, Draco's Badges were becoming a national hit. Orders were flying in from all over the country, mostly by Muggles who were in awe of the ever changing faces (Batteries not needed - runs purely on 'magic'). People flocked to our arcade in droves, keen to see the 'wizard' work his 'magic'. But of course, Draco had to keep that firmly under wraps, insisting he would never reveal his badge's secrets.

It was not strictly allowed, but seeing as we were close friends with the Minister for Magic, a blind eye was turned. Besides, ever since we'd defeated Voldemort, wizarding rules regarding the keeping of our magical secrets from the Muggles had been relaxed in favour of promoting Wizard-Muggle relations.

"Come on," he murmured, dipping his head to brush his lips against my ear. "Let's go and get Jack. You know you've been looking forward to this day for a long time. Don't let that cretin spoil it for you, for us."

I snaked my arms around his waist, tilting my head up to kiss the underside of his chin, the smoothness of his freshly shaved skin tasting citrusy against my lips.

"I love you, you cute ferret," I smirked.

"Oi," Draco drawled, dipping his head to brush his nose against mine, "you're lucky I love you Mrs Malfoy, or I'd give you the tickling of a lifetime right now."

"Ew, Mum! Dad!" Came a loud whine from inside Draco's workshop. "Stop being so gross!"

Draco's eyes met mine and we exchanged an amused look.

"Come on," he chuckled, placing a tender kiss on my forehead. "Let's go and get our Jack."

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