Fair Game | theodore nott

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVEN

The Great Hall was as bustling and loud as it usually was on this fine morning, much to Blaise's dismay. It must've been about seven and already people were either arguing about Quidditch or talking obnoxiously loud. Times like these, Blaise wished he could stay in his room, especially since he could hardly get any sleep with his roommates casting suspicious looks his way.

But instead he sat at the Slytherin table, skimming through the Daily Prophet with a bland piece of toast at his side. Malfoy, Nott, and Greengrass had joined him soon after. With Malfoy grumbling about a first year Hufflepuff, Greengrass complaining about trying to keep her younger sister in check, and then there was Nott who kept looking at Blaise with narrowed eyes.

Blaise lazily looked up from his paper and raised a slick brow, "If you have something to say, Nott, say it. Stop staring at me like some creep."

A huff left his fellow Slytherin's mouth as he then leaned back, eyes never wavering from Blaise's face. "Did you handle the Ravenclaw girl?"

"Yes, I have." Blaise casually returned to reading the Daily Prophet, "Now this is the eight time you've asked me, I'm starting to sense you don't trust me."

"I told you you were being paranoid." Greengrass commented flippantly as if the conversation bored her, "If anyone could handle a little snoop, it's Zabini—now be a dear and pass the muffins."

"You have two hands, get it yourself." Nott waved her off and leaned forward on the table still focused on Blaise, "How do you know her anyways? Another one of your secret shags you try oh so desperately to hide from us?"

Blaise sent him a glare, "Fuck off."

"Now, now, don't be ashamed. It's not the Slytherin way after all."

Despite the fatigue on his face, it apparently didn't stop him from being a bloody tosser.

Malfoy rolled his eyes and sniffed, "Some of us want to eat, you wanker."

Nott scoffed, "You of all people should be the last one talking."

"Unfortunately, I agree with Malfoy." Greengrass sighed with a disgusted frown on her face while picking at her raisin muffin. "And you no how much that pained me to say it so is there any other subject on the table other than Zabini's sex life?"

"You adore me, Greengrass and you're exceptional at hiding it." He lazily smirked at her.

"Wrong sister, but nice try." She smirked when she earned a small glare from the boy.

Blaise rolled his eyes at the two as Theodore asked again, "So, how come we never knew you acquainted yourself with a Ravenclaw?"

"Believe it or not, Theodore, I don't have to tell you about the friendships I form within or outside of my house." Blaise shrugged, "Now I will say it again, the situation is handled. Are we agreed?"

Greengrass had already lost interest in the conversation and was bumping shoulders with another seventh year Slytherin. Malfoy had only rolled his eyes and continued eating.

Theodore Nott on the other hand was a stubborn bloke and Blaise and him both knew this.

Instead of replying, Blaise watched Nott's attention move towards the Gryffindor table and land on a specific Ravenclaw.

It wasn't Cecile's fault that Professor Binns was a boring teacher.

And it certainly wasn't her fault that she happened to doze off a couple of times listening to his dull voice.