You're Not Sorry [EN]

O18 • You're not sorry...

A little notice:

I know that the actor in the gif is not the real Blaise Zabini, but I simply can't find proper gifs of him. So that's why I've chosen this actor instead. He still kinda reminds me of Blaise — I hope u guys can find peace with it ^^

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Draco, point of view

Our loss to Gryffindor had already become yesterday's mere memory, yet its humiliation still lingered on me like a heavy mountain troll.

Why did I have to look down at my father the exact moment I'd been reaching out for the snitch? Was I really that desperate for him to watch me earn Slytherin's victory? Was I really that stupid?!

If only I hadn't looked...

"You've been going soft on Mccloud." Blaise's voice pulled me out of my pondering thought.

I looked up at him and noticed Blaise's gaze was focused on the green flames in front of us.

It was deep into the night, which meant the common room was usually empty on a school night. Not a single student dared to be late to a class... not even those in Slytherin.

"Are you taking a liking towards her?" Blaise was the only one who could ask such a daring question without me ruining his life.

"What are you talking about," I snorted, "Do you really think I could fall for a mudblood?"

"She's pretty though," Blaise said, pondering about it for a second. "I wouldn't blame you if you did, since, ironically enough, she's the only decent-looking girl in our House."

I chuckled and wanted to deny his words, but I found myself doing quite the opposite.

"You're right. She does have a nice face."

"Is that all you've been looking at? Her face?" Blaise raised his eyebrows. "Are you even a guy, really?"

"Listen, I don't want to think of her that way," I warned him. "She's still a mudblood."

Lately, it had felt strangely unnatural to call Mccloud a mudblood. Every single bone inside my body told me otherwise. She was no muggle-born, no matter how hard she tried to convince us of that. I was determined to find out the truth. Why was such an ordinary girl holding such big secrets?

"You seem different around her lately," Blaise said, not yet allowing for this ridiculous topic to die out.

Don't push it, Zabini...

"I'm just cutting her some slack," was all I said, not wanting to go into detail about it.

"Why?"

I sighed and gritted my teeth as I shot the dark-skinned boy beside me an angry glare. "I don't know! I just — I don't feel like constantly talking to her."

A wide grin crept upon his face, his brown eyes twinkling in the light of the green flames.

"Let's make a bet then," he said as he sat up straight on the sofa and looked at me. "We haven't made a bet since the Triwizard Tournament — speaking of which — you still owe me your Nimbus 2001 for that!"

I snorted. "Be my guest — the thing is useless now compared to the Firebolt."

"Still," Blaise argued, "You never gave it to me after I won that bet. Hate him all you want — Potter was meant to win that damned tournament."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. I'll send it to you over Christmas break."

"Much appreciated, Malfoy."

Blaise smiled contently and diverted his gaze from me to look back at the flickering flames.

"But the bet," he continued.

What an addict...

"Let's make a bet surrounding one of our lovely Slytherin members."

Please, don't say Mccloud...

"Since you claim not to have any positive feelings towards her," Blaise continued, making my darkest fears grow. "Let's make a bet on Audrey!"

"Bloody hell– why?" I growled. I really wasn't in the mood for any bets right now. I had my own things to focus on. My own little mission that my father had given me.

"Come on now," Blaise cooed mockingly, sounding almost like Mccloud herself. "Let's have a little fun this year. Since Umbridge, everything has become so dull—"

"And what are you proposing exactly?"

This made Blaise smirk. "Let's see who can capture her heart first."

"Are you insane?!" I said as I jerked up my head to look at my friend.

He can't be serious—

"What's wrong with that?" Blaise looked back at me with raised eyebrows. "You said so yourself— she's pretty. We've nothing to lose."

"I have everything to lose!" I huffed, not able to believe that Blaise was actually this stupid. "She's a muggle-born. How do you think the rest of the school will view me when they see me holding hands and exchanging kisses with a mudblood?!"

I still didn't think she actually was a muggle-born, but I couldn't tell Blaise that, of course. That would totally ruin my mission.

My father will kill me if I screw this up.

Blaise snorted at this. "Just tell everyone it was a bet, once it's over. No one will dare to think anything about you anyways." A smirk crept upon his face again.

"Unless there is another reason why you don't want to pursue with this bet..."

The tone in his voice didn't suit me, and for the first time in a long time I actually had the urge to strangle him. Why was he trying to put me in such a difficult position? I needed her trust, not her heart—

"Fine," I then said after my thoughts made a full 180 degrees on the possibilities of this bet. "Let's do it. What's at stake?"

Blaise thought about it for a while and looked around the common room as if there was anything inside it that could help him make up his mind.

"How about your title?"

I frowned. "What about my title?"

"If you win, I will recognize you as the one and only Slytherin Prince. But if I win — you shall address me by that name only," he said proudly. "No more Zabini."

What a stupid thing to want.

"Fine, whatever," I murmured, not quite motivated with such low stakes.

Does he honestly think I care about that title?

"Alright," Blaise then said as he got up from the sofa. He extended me his hand with a dubious smile on his face. "Whoever wins Audrey's heart first, becomes the forever Slytherin Prince."

I sighed, extending my hand for him to grab. He shook it firmly, gripping my hand tighter than need be.

"Jesus, Blaise," I snarled, pulling back my hand from his tight grip. "Just don't tell the others, alright. If we want this to work, it's best to keep it quiet."

If I want this to work, it's best to have her never find out about it...

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