𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦┃ 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

sweet revenge┃b‣zabini

FEMALE POV:

⚠️spicy content ahead⚠️

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to noise making (sing)
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"I can't believe Draco," you storm into the train compartment, slamming the door behind you, seething in anger.

"I hate saying this, but I told you he's not the type of person you'd want to be emotionally involved with," Blaise's dark eyes look up at you, setting his novel in his lap.

"You hang around him," you sit on the seat opposite of him, putting your head in your hands.

"As a friend." He sighs, reaching forward to offer you a licorice wand, which you chew on.

"We both know Pansy has been trying for years to shack up with him, and it hasn't worked." He adds on, trying to make the situation lighter.

You take a couple deep breaths, nodding your head, "you're right. I'm a git for even thinking he'd look at me as more than a pull."

"No, you're not. You're not wrong for wanting to appreciated, but don't go looking to Malfoy for that kind of attention, because he's incapable of giving it."

"I've been his friend for years y/n, I know more about Draco than anyone in this school ever will." He continues with the conversation, watching you with an empathetic eye.

"Was he with the hoard of girls he came on the train with?"

You nod your head, grinding your teeth together, "and Pansy was almost drooling in his lap. I thought we were supposed to be friendly at least, as well!"

"You'll learn she's not as trustworthy as she presents herself, no one is." He shakes his head, ripping into another assortment of snacks.

"It's frustrating you know? Draco strings me along, gets my hopes up that we might have a chance at something romantic, and then flaunts other girls in my face. I don't understand what I'm doing wrong." You cross your arms, taking another bite of the licorice, throwing your head back.

"Nothing, you're doing nothing wrong, believe me. It's how he's always been, mind you, but that is still no excuse for him to be treating you this way."

"He's a prat, through and through," you shake your head, hoping that the train ride to Hogwarts will head by quickly.

Blaise makes sure that it does, keeping you distracted with questions about your summer, as well as his own stories to add.
The two of you share snacks and different variations of drink, and wishes for the coming year at the school.

You learn as much about his family history as he is willing to share, and he dives deeper into your family as well. He keeps your mind off of all the things that had been bothering you earlier this morning.

He tells you stories from his childhood, which you relish in, and swear secrecy to. You trade your best jokes back and forth, and he indulges you in ways different that can make Draco annoyed.

"For future reference," he chuckled.

"We're getting closer to the school, should we switch into our robes before the rest of the students do?" Blaise looks up at his suitcase, and you nod.