𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄

Chapter 13

Blaise' POV

Draco,

Where were you Friday?

Harry.

Draco,

Did you get my last letter?

Harry.

Draco,

I've got a feeling you'RE ignoring me. Why's that? Have I said something to upset you? I'm sorry if I have. Maybe we can talk about it?

Harry.

STOP IGNORING ME DAMN IT. REPLY TO MY LETTERS.

Harry.

Yet another owl is it? Potter needed to get a life. Blaise rolled his eyes in annoyance. He hated Potter.

Over the last few weeks, Blaise had been keeping tabs on Draco's post ever since he came across a letter from him. He wanted Potter and Draco to have as little contact as possible with one another in hopes that Draco will forget about Potter and vice versa.

'Fine, have it your way then, Malfoy.' Was the short message that lacked a signature.

Blaise was bright enough to recognize Potter's script after all the letters he's sent Draco in the last 2 weeks. In fact, he was pretty sure that a person with half a brain could have worked out who the chicken scratchings belonged to. Poor pining Potter...

Blaise laughed spitefully at these pitiful letters.

Damn, He was good. Killing two birds with one stone, as the muggles say. He was making Harry Potter miserable and frustrated while assuring Draco's own mind that Potter didn't care about his absence. Ultimately? That meant he wasn't about to leave Blaise's side anytime soon which meant he's not likely to dump Blaise.

Blaise was sitting in the great hall, minding his own business as he tucked in to a platter of chargrilled steak (his favourite, of course).

Did he say minding his own business? Okay, perhaps that was a slight stretch of the truth. He was actually in the middle of one of his favourite past times; checking out the entire hot ass out there.

He spied a few pretty girls, blonde, slim, busty. That was his favourite type. Hmm Lisa Turpin wasn't half bad these days, a bit too tall for his tastes perhaps but what did that matter if she was on her back? He couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the thought.

Hmm... The Gryffindor table. Lavender Brown, both of the Patil twins (why choose? It wasn't like he could tell the difference anyway!) and dear lord, that Granger girl. He couldn't get over how much she'd changed over the years even if she was still as flat chested as ever. If only she'd ditch the books and the bush-woman hair, put a bit of slap on her face, she'd be really hot. Blaise would give her a good seeing to... bet she'd be a virgin as well. Even better.

Blaise scrunched his face in repulsion as he watched Eloise Midgen at the Hufflepuff table attacking her meal with gusto that could rival both Crabba and Goyle's dining habits. Now she was an utter insult to his eyes. All those puss-filled zits, greasy mousy-brown hair and ugliness surrounded by many layers of lard. Who'd touch that? ...He almost pitied her. Almost. She was too fucking ugly for his pity.

Currently facing the Ravenclaw table, he was able to spy his ex-girlfriend, Selena Knox kissing Terry Boot. Pretty girl, he supposed but she'd put a hell of a lot of weight on since they were together in 3rd year. She was slim then, very slim. Draco was hotter than her by miles though so he had no envy over her current boyfriend.

Wait was that how she kissed now?

Ugh no envy at all.

She'd clearly let herself go, he was embarrassed to be considered her ex. Had she learnt nothing from him?