Why him?

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I was in a fairly good mood the rest of that week, it could be because I didn't see Harry with Weasley more than one time, or it could be that for the first time in a long time one day passed without me thinking about Harry. Not thinking about him could have something to do with not seeing them. Whatever the reason were I was happy and thought nothing could ruin my day.
 
As soon as I thought that I knew it was a mistake, I shouldn't have thought that. Most times when someone think nothing can go wrong everything does, it's like a curse. I only had to wait and then something horrible would happen to me, something that would make me wish I would just die.

The next five hours passed without anything major happening, but that didn't mean I was safe, maybe the longer it took the curse to strike the worse it would be. Then another ten hours passed and nothing happen, just when you think you are safe then something will happen. But I couldn't sit up the whole night expecting something bad to come my way, so I went to bed, scared of what might happen to me.
 
The whole weekend passed with nothing bad happening, I thought I was safe but I wasn't sure. Maybe I was becoming paranoid, and that didn't fit me well. Monday came, of course that semed like a bad day with herbology, study of ancient runes, history of magic and arithmancy, all the boring subjects, but it would be stupid to say that it was because of the bad things that I was expecting to happen.
 
I thought I was safe, until I sat in the common room that evening and overheard Draco and Pansy discuss Harry again. Normally I would walk away, but something kept me there, something that caught my attention.
 
“I should have known that he would choose that Weasley bitch, her family doesn't have a knut so of course she needs to capture the rich Potter so they can survive.” I wasn't sure exactly what they were talking about but I knew it was good. I tried not to act interested when I looked over at them and asked what they were talking about.
 
“Haven't you heard, the Weasley girl have been going around telling all her friends that she is engaged to Potter, isn't that just disgusting?” He had no idea how disgusting it actually is, and how much it's irritated me.

It felt like my whole world had collapsed, how could he be engaged? It was surely a lie planted by the little Weasley whore; Harry would never agree to do something that horrible. Or was it another attempt to make me jealous? Surely he wouldn’t do something that stupid to gain my attention, or would he? But there was other ways of making me jealous, he didn't need to become engaged, especially not with the bitch. I was already jealous, even if I would never admit it.
 
If I knew where he is right now I would march right over to him and demand an answer. But that would have to wait until tomorrow, it was late and even if he wasn't sleeping he would be in the Gryffindor common room, probably hugging and kissing that lying monster, surrounded by other heroic Gryffindor's that would kill me if I touched him.
 
*
 
The next day when I woke up I was in a horrible mood, my dreams have been haunted by Ginny Weasley, she was dancing and sending blow kisses towards me; I wanted to strangle her but I couldn't reach her, it was a nightmare. So no wonder that when I saw her walking into the great hall, grinning widely, I couldn't stop my next action.
 
It was really early so we were almost completely alone, not that it mattered to me. I almost jumped over the table to where she was standing and then I pushed her so hard that she fell over. “You're such a slut.” I said in a annoyed way; she haunts my dreams where I can't touch her, but there is nothing that is holding me back now.
 
“What is your problem Zabini?” I wanted to tell her that Harry is mine but that wouldn't help me get him back, he had allready established that he is no ones property.
 
I just glared as she managed to pull herself up from the floor.
 
“Nothing,” I growled and left her before I got overly angry. She looked confused; of course she didn't understand, she had no idea what kind of relationship I have with Harry, nobody knows. I found myself wishing for the first time that I had a public relationship with Harry.
 
*
 
What happened between me and Weasley was of course the juicy news that ran through the school; it wouldn't take long before Harry would hear that his so called fiancé was pushed by a Slytherin, I was sure he would be angry at what I did. Of course everyone is expecting him to go and defend her honour, not that there was much to defend. I waited all day for him he never came, that was both annoying me and shocked me, maybe he didn't care about her. When I thought about it I realized I hadn't seen him all day.
 
Draco and Pansy was the only ones that talked with me after that morning; everyone else was avoiding me. I couldn't blame them, I would avoid anyone that are as much problem as me as well, especially when I'm angry. I was sure everyone thought I had anger problems, since I was in a fight with Harry not so long ago and now I assaulted Weasley.
 
While I was growing up Mother taught me about keeping a low profile, and I have managed to do so for a long time, until Harry came into my life. I didn't seek this attention, but I couldn't back down when my life was such a mess without Harry.
 
*
 
“What do you think you are doing?” said a familiar voice later that evening when I was bending over a book in the library.
 
I looked up and saw Harry; he was whispering since we were in a library but I could still hear his rage under the soft words. “Why did you push Ginny? She hasn't done anything to you.”
 
“I’m sure everything she does is to annoy me, and everything you do is to make me jealous.” I said, pleased by his sudden appearance just when I thought he didn't care. But it also confirm that they were a couple.
 
“You're so vain, Blaise,” he snarled, “and stupid. Stop this foolish act and grow up."
 
I'm no child that he can tell to grow up; he should maybe get his head out of his ass and realize that Weasley is only using him just as much as he is using her to make me jealous.
 
“Why don't you grow up instead; don't you see that she is using you?”
 
“You can’t talk, Mr I'm to good for anyone.” I would have slapped him if he was standing closer. “I'm with her now, and you can't do anything to change that, so stop trying Blaise.”

And then he left just as fast as he came, swinging his hips while leaving the library; he sure knew how to make an entrance, and exit.

Harry is a tease and knows it, or maybe he doesn't know it. Normally I could read people easy, but Harry was still a mystery to me today as the first day I looked at him and wondered how he tasted.

Everything that is happening is destroying me, and I was beginning to feel the depressing thoughts that was taking over my mind.