Why him?

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Draco knew what had happened but not why it happened, which was what I really needed to know. No one else seemed to know either. Apparently I was in a fight with Potter, then shoved his so-called 'fiancé' so she fell. I vaguely remember doing that, but I haven't got a clue as to what the reason that lay behind my action was. That only strengthened my belief that I took the potion to forget Potter, but why?

Things must have been really serious because I would never resort to taking a potion to solve any problems; that was the easy way out, the cowards way. However, as much as I wanted to figure out why I wanted to forget Potter, he had to wait; I had more important things to do, like finding a way to escape this institute and help my mother. I know she's strong but that doesn't mean she would reject any help from me.

I was thinking that, since Dumbledore wouldn't let me leave, I could try Snape, but he would have to ask Dumbledore again so I would be back to where I started. I tried to come up with another plan but my thoughts were rudely interrupted by Pansy.

“Blaaaaiise, guess what?” she crooned. I didn't need to guess because I already knew; it was why I had been avoiding her all day. The school had decided to try out something new this year on Valentine's day, Merlin help us. They decided to throw a party for the fifth to seventh years. And I know that, whenever there was a party of any kind, Pansy would want to take me with her, even though she knew she would leave me after ten minutes.

“Fine, I'll come,” I groused, exasperatedly. Five minutes of her constant nagging was more than I could take. I could have continued to say no but she is a good friend, and I didn’t have many of those.

I also agreed because I thought that once I said yes she would leave me alone, but of course it wasn't that easy. She then decided to sit down beside me and ask me what she should wear; and by that she meant what kind of dress Draco would find most attractive. Not being able to escape her meant that I wouldn’t be able to have some peace so I could find a way out of this hell hole to go home and kill those bastard Death Eaters. Not that I thought I would be able to come up with a good plan just because I was left alone - it made me feel so useless. I told myself not to worry, Mother has managed to escape from certain sticky situations plenty of times, this shouldn't be any more difficult; but that didn't mean I didn't want to help out.

Maybe I shouldn’t have told Dumbledore the truth, maybe I should have lied about the potential danger back home. I could have said my mother was sick, or someone in my family died, or any other lie that could get me out of this school.

Surprisingly the answer of how to leave the school came to me in the form of a letter. When I received the second letter from Mother I thought that something even worse had happened, but it was only good news. The man that she has been dating has asked her to marry him, and the wedding is in two weeks.

I’m sure the wedding is scheduled so early because of the Death Eaters. She probably fears they will attack her, or even worse, her fiancé, and if he should die before they are married she wouldn't get anything from him. Now I have a reason to leave the school, but I still need Dumbledore to accept it.

Again I went up to his office and requested a meeting with him, again I was let in at once, and again did I walk through the room that lead to the big wooden desk where the old Headmaster sat hidden behind his big dusty books.

He didn’t say anything, just waited for me to talk; maybe he thought I would try to beg him to let me go home.

“I need a pass to go home,” I stated. I didn't beg.

“I thought I said so before that I can’t let a child expose themselves to danger, Mr Zabini?" he said, peering over his spectacles. "I've ordered an Auror to watch your house, and so far I have not received any report that anything has happened with your mother.”

“But sir, I need a pass to attend a wedding.” I deliberated on whether I should tell him it’s my mother’s... No, he might use it against me.

“May I ask who is getting married?” he questioned politely. You may, but I don’t need to answer, I know my rights you old fool, I thought bitterly, wishing I could say those words to him.

“I’m sorry, but that’s private, sir.”

“Tell me the truth, Zabini, will there be a wedding?” Dumbledore asked, his voice firm.

“There will, Mother just announced the date, it’s in two weeks on Saturday.” Damn it! I can't believe I fell for his trap and told him that it was my mother's. But he didn't say anything, he just sat and and looked at me. “I can ask her to send you a confirmation if you want, her fiancé can probably sign it too if you ask for it.”

“I do believe you, my boy, but I'm afraid you might use that opportunity to do something that might put you in danger.” His reason was clear; he obviously didn’t want me to get hurt, because if I did then he would feel responsible since it was he who let me leave. I could understand him because my mother feels the same way if anything happens to me because of her decision. “You should know that I do not want any students killed in this war.” I nodded in response. “As long as you promise not to do anything that might endanger you I will let you leave for the wedding."

I should have told him that he couldn’t make me promise anything, but he was right. I know I am angry and if I were to do anything in that state of mind I could get seriously injured, or killed, and nobody would gain anything from that.

“I promise, sir.” Even if it's an easy promise to break, I would try to keep it. After all, a Zabini has honour.

*

After I left the headmasters office I thought that the only things I needed to worry about for the next two weeks would be what the Death Eaters might do to capture my mother, and the blasted Valentine's dance. But I got more to think of when suddenly I noticed that Potter was staring at me.

What was his problem? I know I had a fight with him but that doesn’t mean he can stare at me like I did something really bad... He and Draco have been in more fights so why wasn't he staring at him? It became so uncomfortable for me that I left the Great Hall without having eaten breakfast, and when I am hungry I am in a bad mood, so now everyone needs to watch out.

Later that day when I was walking through the hall Potter suddenly stood in front of me. It must mean something that he stared at me during breakfast and was now standing in front of me. It could only mean that I was allowed to take my rage out on him.

“Stop staring, Potter,” I said with a sneer. He looked at me without saying anything. He was standing so still that I wasn't even sure he understood what I said, and for a brief moment I thought that he didn't know I was standing in front of him. “Get out of my way, you freak,” I snarled. I didn't expect him to do anything, and I was right; he just stood there.

Suddenly, his girlfriend jumped in front of Harry and slapped me. Something clicked in me and I pushed her so hard that she fell down and rolled once. Then I felt something; it wasn't regret for pushing her since I certainly don't feel sorry for her. But the whole scene was strange, almost like déjà vu, I remembered that I had pushed her before and decided that it was because of that.

“You can’t defend yourself, Potter? Need your little girlfriend to do it for you? Aren’t you going to defend her honour?” It looked like he wanted to say something but instead he turned around and helped Weasley up, who glared at me like she wanted to slap me again; luckily Potter told her to walk away. After a few seconds I was standing completely alone in the hall. It was for the best because I don’t think I could hold my anger in much more.

*

The rest of the week went the same, except that I didn’t assault anyone. I even managed to hold my temper back when Potter continued to stare at me.

What was I trying to forget by taking the potion? It couldn't be a fight, no fights are so hideous that I would take the potion to forget it. What else could have happened? That was the first and last time I wished I kept a journal, then I wouldn't have to think about what happened in the past.

I mentally slapped myself; I took the potion for a reason, and now I had to let it go, and forget all about Potter and his girlfriend.

*

Valentines Day arrived; as always, I was sickened by seeing all the hearts, cherubs, flowers and chocolates. Days like this make me glad I'm alone.

And I was especially glad that I didn't have a girlfriend; they seem to spend the whole day on something that really doesn't mater. Ever since the classes finished I'd been sitting on my bed being entertained by Pansy who had to show me all of her dresses. I'm glad she's my friend but at times like this it makes me wish others liked her enough to want to spend time with her.

I also thought that, after she showed me the twenty dresses and I'd chosen the most seductive one, she would leave me alone, but then she sat down and demanded that I should show her what I would wear. I didn’t argue with her; I know that she would either win or complain about me not being a good friend for weeks.

I got up, found my dress robes and put the no peeking spell over myself that Pansy had used, and changed. When I was done I removed the spell and waited for her to judge me. I know how to dress elegantly so she wouldn't have any comment on that, but she always manages to say something about me. This time it was that I needed to look sexier. I joked that I didn't need to look more sexy to attract anyone, only my presence was enough. We both laughed, even if we knew it was the truth. Now I only had to wait for the party.

*

Luckily for me the dance was as normal as it could be, and boring. I was standing with Pansy until Draco entered, always late enough so people would be starting to wonder if he would even show up. This time I wouldn't let Pansy leave me before she had gotten me a drink, which surprisingly she did.

While sipping on my drink I stood there and watched the crowd with dancing students and teachers. Once again it felt like déjà vu, but this time I didn’t know why.

Except for one Hufflepuff girl there weren’t many that captured my attention that evening, which was a bad thing because I really needed someone to fuck. My cock had been painfully hard for a long time now.

When I emptied my cup I decided I could fill it up again before I would leave the sad dance. As I was standing there and pouring myself a drink I noticed that Potter was walking towards me, staring again.

“What’s your problem, Potter?” I asked when he'd reached me. I looked around to see if his girlfriend was near; I didn't fear her but I didn’t want to start a fight during this dance.

He opened his mouth to say something before closing it, then opened it again to say, “Why are you acting like this?”

I didn't understand his question. And I don't know him but I know that his behaviour isn't normal.

“I’m not acting, you’re the one who's acting. Like a stalker, I might add,” I said, feeling quite frustrated. I was turning around to leave when I felt a warm hand stop me. I looked down at my wrist to find it was covered with Potter's hand; my cock twitched, which was strange since I hadn't had any sexual fantasy about Potter. When I looked up at him I saw rage - he looked ready to hit me, but luckily he didn’t do anything.

“I hope your balls fall off, you lying cheating bastard,” he hissed. What I did with who was none of his business, but I must have done something to him for him to threaten me like that. Did I accidentally fuck a friend of his that he felt he needed to save?

“Let go of me, Potter,” I said in a bored tone. He tightened his grip once before letting go of me, and I stared at him strangely as he walked away. When he was back with his girlfriend I left the dance. I didn't understand why things were turning into this strange circus, the only thing I knew was that I didn't like it, and it was all thanks to the potion.

Luckily I only had another week before I would be able to travel home. I couldn’t wait to see my mother again and forget about Potter.