Resorted

Chapter Thirty

"I'm telling you, we're going to win the house cup." Blaise debated after he recalled the events of the year.
"Do you think Dumbledore will count all of that?" Harry asked.

"Will you two shut up! Some of us are trying to study!" Pansy shouted at them- realisation hit her. "Oh my god, I sound like Granger"

This was the first time the three have spoken alone. There was always someone else with them, never just them three. The three did gel, a lot like Draco does with Deamus and Neville. However, the three had never spoke alone.

"Am I the only one who finds this a bit weird?" Pansy asked, they all laughed. "Ok, let's try this. Harry, say your first impression of us."
"Pansy, I'm not sure-"
"Oh I know mine will be bad." She replied with a laugh. Madam Prince came along, told them all to hush so Blaise placed a silencing charm.

"My first impression of you-" he said to Pansy, "-in three words were irritating-" Harry was cut off
"-clingy-" Blaise said.
"-and a bitch." Harry finished. She threw a book at him which he easily dodged. "Why do you always result in throwing things at us?"
"Because you can hear the spell and know the counter easily. It would be harder with an object." She simply said, "first impression of Blaise?"

He coughed nervously, he had to tell the truth. Draco would kill him, and he is going to tell him, but when he comes back. "Erm... well the first time I actually saw you was at the start of the year... and I thought you looked handsome, and I wondered why you kept their company because you were nice since you stopped me from hitting Draco. My thought was: damn he looks good, but Malfoy looks even hotter than last year." He blushed.
"I'm flattered Potter, but you're not my type." They all laughed. He genuinely liked them, not because they were Draco's best friends, it was because he got along with them and they clicked like he did with Ron and Hermione.

"What were your first impressions of me then? Real life me, not book me." Harry asked switching his History Of Magic book for Monster Book Of Monsters.
"I thought you were weird, not the way I thought you'd be at all. Definitely, had guts. That or your were really stupid because you turned down Draco's friendship." Blaise answered, "I never was big on the bullying thing so I hung round with my sister and her friends but she left last year. Then I joined these lot but said I wouldn't bully anyone, turns out I don't have to worry about that. I would talk to Pansy's lot in the common room and house table, but in lessons I kept myself to myself."
"I loathed you because you were all Draco would talk about! I was trying to get his attention up until the first task last year. That's when I noticed Draco liked you." She laughed it off like it was so long ago.

"Blaise..." Harry asked carefully after a few minutes of silent studying, "Do you miss your family at all?"
He cleared his throat maybe not expecting the question. "Don't want to fucking talk about it Potter." Shocked, Harry gasped a bit. Never had Blaise been rude to him, he's always so chill or jokey, it was a new side of him.
"Blaise, I know you don't like your mother-" Pansy tried.
"Fuck off Parkinson, I don't want to talk about it to the gossiper of the school. You can't keep your fucking mouth shut." Harry expected Pansy to be offended by that. She sighed. Was this normal when bringing up his family? The girl was about to go after him. "I'll go, I need to apologise." He told her and was out the door before Pansy could object.

Harry followed Blaise through the castle until they reached the astronomy tower. Ten or so steps behind Blaise just to make sure he doesn't see him, Harry stepped forward joining the boy dangling his legs off the tower. He stuffed something in his pocket, his emotionless expression back as he stared into the infinite sky. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked." Harry said to the boy.
"Can you fuck off Potter? I don't care for your shit, pathetic, worthless sorry's." Blaise dangerously hissed. However, the boy forgot Harry spent four years being tormented by Draco. "No, I'm not going anywhere. You forget I'm one of you, I know what you're going to do when I'm gone. You're either going to cry-" Blaise glared at him, "-which I know you wouldn't do, repress the feelings, let it out with anger, or rack your brain saying something was to do so with you when it most likely wasn't but you beleive it anyway." Blaise sighed unfolding the thing he stuffed in his pocket.