Maybe we aren't all that different (Blaise Zabini)

Stolen journal

Harley's POV

I looked up from my journal and found the one person I didn't want to see. I rolled my eyes as he made eye contact with me putting on his usual smirk.

Blaise Zabini or Mr. Bini in my case.

The only person who's arrogance is worse than Draco Malfoy's. The one who gets all the girls but never dates anyone. The one who barely speaks yet has an enormous ego. Very good athlete but to cocky.

I have known the wonderful dick since our first year, when my best friend Lane invited me to spend time with her in her common room and he had the audacity to scream at me. He quickly changed his mind when Draco said something and it ended with me slapping him so hard that I left a hand print because I didn't feel like taking his shit. No matter how much we hate each other I am the only Gryffindor that he can tolerate.

Lane spends a lot of time with Theo and Blaise so I have to be around him a lot which has caused us to banter since 1st year when we were playing cards and got in an argument. He likes to gloat to me as much as possible especially since he thinks that he can mess with me because of his 'charming' smile. I'm not gonna lie he is attractive but I would never try to get with that asshole.

I watched Draco walk towards me with his puppies at his sides and Blaise and Theo following a couple feet behind them. Once he was about 10 feet away he started walking closer to the window making my body tense up. He leaned against the wall still smirking at me, I gave him a quick glance before looking back to my journal.

"What are you reading Ace?" He asked I rolled my eyes. I watched his hand wrap around the middle of my journal and pull it away before my body processed to grab it. I stood up quickly in protest trying to grab the journal but he held it up out of my reach, his 6'2 self towering my 5'5 self. My eyes froze in panic on his hand holding my journal tightly while looking at me. I couldn't help but think of horrible things that could happen if he read what was on those pages. He would discover a very dark part of me that I don't want anyone to know.

Blaise's POV

I walked down the hall my hands in my pockets with a blank expression trying to head to the common room with Theo after I grabbed a book from the library. I looked around the hall and my eyes quickly fell on Harley Vixen or Ace in my case. I smirked at her as she rolled her eyes and went back to whatever she was reading. Once I got about 10 feet away from her I walked over to the window she was sitting in and leaned against the wall.

We have known each other for so long now and since a week after meeting we have tried to annoy each other as much as possible. Specifically this all started when we were playing a game with cards and we had an argument about what card was the highest for the game. I said Ace while she said king which has led to the nickname Ace.

She is oblivious when guys try to flirt with her unless they are extremely cocky about it. Which has made me love pretending to flirt with her. She knows I try to do it and I can see how flustered she gets about it. I'm not gonna say that I haven't ever found her attractive much like every guy in this school but if someone ever caught me even trying with her they better slap me.

"What are you reading Ace?" She rolled her eyes ignoring me. I couldn't help myself seeing her so concentrated in what she was doing I had to annoy her. I quickly grabbed her notebook holding it into the air as she protested. Before looking at the notebook I looked down at her expecting her to scream in anger but instead I saw that she was panicked.

I am a dick, even I know this, but something was really wrong with her just by me holding onto this journal. I held it back down for her to reach as it closed around my thumb but not before I caught a glimpse. I caught the words cutting and smoke. Out of context that makes no sense so I avoided wanting to know what it said. I shouldn't care anyways she is my nemesis I don't give two shits about her personal life.