The Broken Glass

Girls Will be Girls

Chapter three, girls will be girls.

If you love someone, then there isn't much you can do about it. Whatever gender, height, age, or blood status they might be.

you could tell them, of course, but the way to do that is manny. It is true that, indeed, you must find your own path to do that. I can help no longer.

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Zabbini prov

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Blaise stood, staring at Wesley with his mouth hanging open.

The red-haired boy in front of him was breathing heavily, a fire in his eyes that Blaise had not seen before.

The Weasly boy had just had his best mate, who happened to be Harry fucking Potter, at wand point, just because Potter had threatened to jinx Blaise.

"Are you ok?" said a concerned voice near him.

"Wha-?" Blaise muttered,

"Are you ok?" the voice was coming from Weasley.

"Oh! Yes, sorry, I just..." Blaise trailed off, staring at Weasley, who looked legitimately concerned.

"Did he hit you?" asked Weasly, putting a hand on Blaise's shoulder.

"Oh, no, I'm fine!" said Blaise, who was still shocked at the situation at hand.

Weasly turned to Granger, who Blase had not noticed at first, and they started talking in mutters, Granger looking just as shocked as Blaise felt.

A moment later, however, madam Pice, the vulture-like librarian, swooped down upon them with promises for their death.

They ended up having to re-categorize the entire shelf that had been knocked over, though Weasly had already repaired it.

Over the next few days, Blaise seemed to run into Weasley almost everywhere he went, or perhaps they always had, and Blaise only now noticed.

They only ever shared a polite nod if they ever did acknowledge each other, which they didn't always.

Blaise was still amazed by the incident in the library, and couldn't help but stare at Wesley every time he passed, though Blaise knew it wasn't just because of the library incident, though he kept telling himself it was just that. The fact that Weasly had had Potter at wand tip.

Not because Blaise was starting to think that Weasley was cute, or that Blaise's dreams were now filled with the redhead's laughing face.

Something he preferred to keep at the back of his mind because it was starting to drive him mad.

Blaise noticed that Pansy Parkinson was becoming more clingy than ever to both him and Draco, who looked completely revolted every time he simply put eyes on the pug-faced girl.

Blaise couldn't blame him.

He wrinkled his nose just now, as Pansy grabbed his arm, squishing her boobs against him, and looking lovingly up. It was a truly dreadful sight from where Blaise was, as he indeed happened to be the one that was having a simpering nuisance attached to his arm.

He sighed.

"So..." simpered Pansy, as they walked down the corridor to potens. "What are you doing this evening?" she asked, looking up at Blaise with something close to reverence.

"Sleeping," he told her, attempting to shake her off.

"Oh, well, I was wondering if you wanted to study with me... or, perhaps... I could come with you? We could... take a nap... together?" the nuisance asked hopefully