I'm Coming For You, Draco Malfoy!

Minor Rebellion

'I'm thinking about dying my hair blue,' I said after taking a cautious sip of my pink gin. I swear Blaise had made it even pinker and it was far too early in the morning to be drinking gin anyway. It smelt sicklier than it looked.

'Darling!' exclaimed Pansy, pulling her feet up under her bum on the sofa and adjusting her small satin dressing gown which didn't seem to be covering anything. 'Really?'

'Just the tips...' I said, waiting for the berating.

'Oh yes!' she said. 'Especially with that jumper. It will bring out your eyes and Potter will definitely fall for you, you'll be irresistible.'

I had opted for a pale blue cashmere jumper with black jeans that day as I couldn't face another go from her about my wardrobe choices. I needed to escape the Manor; father had been relatively lucid that morning and it meant a full-scale lecture about my clothes and the way I was sitting and my hair length, not that it's long, just a bit messy and because I've stopped gelling it so it's no longer neat and boring. It nearly felt like normality with father, only thing was he was treating me like a five-year-old rather than an eighteen-year-old and was threatening to send me up to my room for being so naughty. Mother had smiled sympathetically and ushered me from the breakfast as soon as possible. I'd hurriedly dressed and escaped to London.

'I'm already irresistible. What do you mean Potter will definitely fall for me? What do you know?'

'BLAISE!' she shouted through to the bedroom. 'WHAT WAS IT YOU SAID ABOUT POTTER AFTER YOU SAW HIM THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY?'

Blaise appeared in the doorway, lounging nonchalantly against the doorframe, still half-dressed after just getting out of the shower. 'That he's worse than Hagrid with a baby dragon when it comes to talking about you...'

'What did he say?' I snapped, putting my gin down. It was making me feel sick.

'Desperate... much...' he smirked.

'Fuck off,' I said with narrowed eyes.

'He didn't stop talking about you. For three bloody hours. I was trying to achieve dark and moody and he was jumping around like a fucking puppy dog. Even threatening to hex him didn't work. He just laughed at me. He laughed at me...' Blaise looked disgruntled.

Somehow, I doubted Blaise was telling the truth.

'I don't think you're much of a threat after the Dark Lord, darling,' Pansy said cheerfully. 'Less Poisoned Ivy and more annoying dandelion.'

'Love you too, darling,' he said and disappeared back into the bedroom.

'Drink up, Dray, and then we'll go out and find you some hair dye.'

'You're not going anywhere near my hair,' I said.

'Why ever not? Don't you trust me?'

'No!'

'Quite sensible,' said Blaise, re-emerging. 'I swear she tried to slip some Belladonna into my dinner the other day.'

'You do realise that no one alive would believe that of me, darling,' Pansy said. 'Everyone knows I don't cook. That's what House-Elves are for.'

'Only we don't have a House-Elf and when it's just us, the claws retract and you're as soft as teddy bear... sometimes.'

Pansy's eyes narrowed.

'You're in trouble now, Blaise,' I murmured, all too aware of what that look meant. 'Shouldn't be giving away Pansy's secrets to all and sundry.' We all knew it really, though no one but Blaise had the guts to tackle Pansy into submission.