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Blaise sprawled back on his lounge chair, mentally debating whether or not to swivel around. Then, deciding that it might be a little too evil villainish he turned a bored yet observant eye to the other patrons of the exclusive Wizard club. What he saw made his eyes widen a bit. He would have rubbed his hands with glee if that too, hadn't been so evil villainish.

Draco Malfoy was chatting with a fit Quidditch playing sort. He was a good looking chap, Blaise thought. Mussed hair, blue eyes and a cheeky boyish grin. He was clearly dropping hints at Draco, but the pretty blonde seemed determined to just stick to talking.

This situation didn't really interest Blaise all that much. Draco had men falling over him all the time. No, what was reallyinteresting about this particular encounter was the fact that the couple was being watched very closely by somebody. Somebody with blazing green eyes and a glare that could cut through glass.

Oh, this was going to be good.

"They look great together, don't they?" he quipped cheerfully approaching his target.

Potter's gaze broke away from the blonde and his companion and fixed on the Italian. A lesser man would have quailed at the fury in Potter's eyes but then this was Blaise Zabini. "Well Potter?" he prodded cheerfully. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Potter said nothing but his eyes narrowed menacingly as Quidditch boy slipped an arm around Draco's waist. Blaise upped the ante a little. "Of course, Draco does have a terrible time keeping a steady bloke. All those men just throwing themselves at him. But I suppose you can't blame them, can you? I mean, look at him. Merlin, if he wasn't my best mate…"

By now, Potter's hand was gripping his glass so tightly that it was starting to crack a bit. His eyes were fixed on the blonde, and one could almost see the sparks flying. His jaw was clenched so tightly that Blaise could hear his teeth grinding. The Slytherin carried on his relentless prattle. Just a matter of time now-after all, Potter was hardly the temperance and fortitude sort.

"I wonder if they've started shagging yet. Yes, I think they look like a couple of people who just did the quick and nasty in a cloakroom. Wouldn't you say, Potter? I mean, Draco is obviously a bottom. Bet he's noisy too. You think he moaned his name out loud? Oh I bet he…"

That last bit did it. Potter moved so quickly that Blaise could have sworn that he apparated. The next thing he saw was Quidditch Boy going down with a groan and a sickening crunch, courtesy a nasty left hook by said Potter. Draco stared for a whole ten seconds before turning to the Gryffindor with a 'what the hell' look. Potter seemed to be in no mood for eloquent discussions. He grabbed the slender Slytherin by the shoulders, proceeding to kiss him thoroughly before hoisting him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and apparating away.

Blaise chuckled as the other patrons of the club stared in silence, struggling to make sense of what had just happened. The Slytherin merely returned to his previous spot, still grinning.

He had some hand rubbing and chair swivelling to do.