What Have You Done to Me? (Blaise Zabini/oc fanfiction)

Chapter Ten: No...

Lyra and Nat waltzed down to breakfast, throwing mean insults to other people(cough, Gryffindors, cough). Just like a normal day. They threw open the doors and strutted in, head held high and 3-inch heels clicking on the stone floor.

"Hello, Boys," Lyra greeted.

"Have fun last night, Lyra?" Theo wiggled his eyebrows, shoving food in his mouth.

Lyra scrunched up her nose in distaste. "I don't know what you're talking about. And please close your mouth when you eat. Your mother would flip if she saw you," Lyra warned, adding salad on her plate and eating it.

Nat looked at her friend in amazement. "For 13 years I've known you and I've never seen you eat anything but salad at Breakfast," Nat pointed out.

"You are correct. Glad to see you have eyes, Nat," Lyra snipped, delicately putting pieces of greens in her mouth and chewing.

"How are you even still alive?!" Nat asked, putting mashed potatoes and gravy on her plate.

Lyra rolled her eyes. "When you're French, you get used to it," she replied, taking another bit of her food. "Plus. Look at Zabini. He doesn't eat anything at Breakfast."

Blaise scoffed. "Don't bring me into your childish spats, Vailla," he drawled, picking off a piece of lettuce on her plate and eating it.

"Well- Post!" Nat cut herself off, pointing at the ceiling excitedly.

"You've been here for 5 years and you're still excited about the post," Draco shook his head. "You know that Potter and his gang have detention? Yeah. I gave them out and Professor Umbridge was furious!" Draco gloated.

Lyra rolled her eyes. "No one cares about Potter, Draco. So keep the details for yourself," she snapped.

Nat snickered along with Theo.

And at that moment, hundreds of owls swooped into the Great Hall. two landed in front of Draco-probably his Father's and Mother's- one in front of Nat-her parents- two in front of Blaise-Mother and the Daily prophet- one in front of Theo-parents- and one in front of Lyra.

"Who the hell sent me a bloody letter?" Lyra asked, looking at Nat.

Nat just shrugged. "Open it," she said.

Lyra sighed and untied the parchment from the owl and opened it.

"Hey! You know that... Lyra?" Nat looked at Lyra worriedly.

Lyra's face had turned deathly white and her hands were shaking, her blue eyes were wide-in fear or shock, she didn't really know.

The boys turned to Lyra and Nat.

"What's wrong with her?" Blaise asked, poking Lyra. Lyra's eyes just scanned the letter one more time before looking down the table. She turned much more white if that was possible.

"Lyra?" Theo asked. He got no response.

"Vaillancourt! Are you okay?" Draco nudged her with his foot. No response.

If it were possible, she just kept turning whiter by the second, her hands shaking as she gripped the letter.

Nat gently shook Lyra and tapped her shoulder. "Darling. Lyra, what's wrong? Who sent you the letter?" Nat asked worriedly. She was sure her best friend wasn't supposed to look like a ghost.

Suddenly, Lyra took her plate and threw it across the Slytherin table, scaring the whole Great Hall. The plate hit the wall near the end of the table and shattered.

"Uh. Great throwing skills and all but..." Theo trailed off.

"MISS VAILLANCOURT! YOU WILL NOT THROW PLATES DURING BREAKFAST!" Umbridge shouted, as she stood up from her seat.

Lyra was shaking as she flipped her off and stood up from her seat, turning to face the DADA professor.

"Watch me," she snarled before throwing two more plates at the direction of a cluster of boys before spitting out a string of profanities that made everyone in the Hall cringe.

"Lyra-" Nat started.

Lyra turned around, her mouth in a snarl and her eyes sharp. "Shut up!" she screamed. She turned around to face a group of boys at the far end of the Slytherin table. Lyra's blue eyes were glassed over. "I FUCKING HATE YOU, PUCEY!" she screamed before throwing down her letter and running out of the Great Hall, choking back a sob.

In the Great Hall, everyone was quiet.

"What the hell?" Nat muttered.

"What was in that damn letter that made even Vailla lose her temper?" Blaise said as he snatched the letter off of the ground. His dark eyes quickly scanned the note before he let out a strangled laugh.

"What?" Nat snatched the letter from him and read through it. She went pale and her jaw dropped, passing the note to Theo and Draco who both read it. The two boys both made a choking sound before handing it back to Nat who folded it up and put it in her pocket.

Blaise drily laughed, earning a glare from Natasha. "Lyrana Vaillancourt is betrothed to Adrian Pucey by Pucey's personal wish," he let out a breath of air.

"No wonder she ran out. She hates him," Nat whispered. Then, her eyes widened. "She hates him!" she frantically whispered, waving her arms around.

"Uh. What?" Theo asked, cocking his head.

Nat buried her head in her hands. "Don't you see it?" she mumbled. "She hates him."

"I don't- you've finally lost your mind, Calderon," Draco muttered.

"No. She's right, for once. Lyra hates Pucey. Even more than me," Blaise added, rolling his eyes.

"She's gonna do something stupid now," Theo pointed out. "She always does something stupid after bad news," he continued.

"Let's hope she didn't throw herself off the Astronomy Tower," Draco drawled.

"Hopefully the only thing she's doing is smoking," Nat added, standing up.

"Maybe she's crying," Blaise said, also standing up.

"No. Lyra Vaillancourt never cries," Nat answered. "Even if someone dies, she won't cry."

Author's Note: Sorry for not having as much Blaise x Lyra. I promise there will be more!

Question of the day: What do you want to know from me? Like where i'm from, name, etc.

-Dominique M.