Why him?

I thank my readers, reviewers, and my beta.

Please don't hate Blaise, I know sometimes, or most times he is an ass. I also know Harry should be smarter than he is, but how many are expection someone they care about do something like that? I hope everyone will enjoy my story, even if it sucks at times. Thank you.

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I was walking down the street that led to the Three Broomsticks; it was spring and quite cold.

"Blaise!" My old friend said with welcoming arms. I smiled at Ruben; it had been two years since I last saw him but he hadn't changed at all. "How are you?"

He still had his long dark hair in a ponytail, making his masculine but thin face look more filled out. And he still had that awful facial hair running from ear to ear, trimmed of course but it still annoyed me. I hated him because it suited him so well, I knew that look would never look good on me. We hugged briefly before parting.

"I'm great, how about you?"

"Great, work sucks but I guess I'm to blame for choosing that kind of profession," he said with a small smile.

The last thing I remember about him was that he decided to become a professional magical animal trainer, horrible choice indeed. We both walked into the Three Broomsticks and sat down, like I had planned. Then I told Ruben to wait while I got the drinks.

"Two Fire Whiskey's please," I said to the bartender.

"Sure thing, handsome," she said, leering. I sneered at the mere idea of touching something as slutty as this blond witch with her tits half way out.

As I waited for her to get the drinks I noticed someone a little to the right of me. I inwardly growled; Weasley.

Luckily, I don't think she saw me because she seemed too deep in thought. However, as I continued to stare at her I knew she had done something to the drinks. To say I found it suspicious would be an understatement. However, I couldn't prove it, and by the looks of it, no one had noticed anything either. I decided to leave it for the moment.

After that, I ignored everything around me, except Ruben of course. I tried my best to act interested as he began to tell me about all the different animals that he had worked with. I can't' remember everything that happened in my past but I am sure that he wasn't that boring when we both were at school, maybe he seemed interesting because we mostly talked about sex that time.

After I finished half my glass I decided it was time to look around and take in my surroundings. I had been avoiding Harry for too long so I was pleasantly surprised when I found him sitting on my left with the Weasley slut in one of the booths, staring at me. When our eyes met I knew I had succeeded with my plan to make Harry jealous. I looked over at his girlfriend who apparently didn't even notice what was going on. Or maybe she was pretending not to notice, I couldn't really tell.

Ruben continued with his conversation even if I didn't answer him; I always knew he liked to talk about himself, but I thought he was classier. However, that doesn't really matter – it's not like I want anything special from him.

When I turned back to look at Harry I saw Weasley give him a cup to drink. If she did slip something in that cup poor Harry would be in deep trouble. She's a cunning Gryffindor, almost as sly as a Slytherin.

Then, suddenly, Harry and Weasley kissed; it was a soft kiss that didn't have much passion but that didn't matter for me; Harry shouldn't do that! I held Ruben's hand and brought it to my lips, kissing each finger before licking them. Even if Harry hadn't seen it I was pleased that Ruben stopped talking.

"I see I have taught you well," he said, looking confused but happy nonetheless. I smiled at him, hoping that nobody else saw me right then. When I looked over at Harry I could see that Weasley was sitting on his lap and eating Harry's neck. I grimaced; what a disgusting girl. I responded with kissing Ruben passionately, it wasn't easy since he was sitting opposite me but I'm sure I managed to make it look good.

I walked around the table and sat down besides Ruben, it was more difficult to see Harry from there but that didn't mater. I looked back at Harry and smirked, then I grabbed Ruben's cock.

I knew I'd won when Harry saw my hand on Ruben's cock. He obviously couldn't take it any more and ran to the bathroom. Weasley looked at Harry and was shocked, but that quickly turned into rage when she saw me. I could see how furious she was, but that didn't bother me; she wouldn't do anything stupid in public, too many witnesses.

"I need to go to the toilet, don't go anywhere," I murmured to Ruben, who looked just as shocked as Weasley did but obeyed me.

Weasley watched me intently, she knew what I was about to do, and she was right. I opened the door to the toilets where Harry had run into only a minute ago and locked it behind me.

"Looks like we're finally alone, Harry," I said seductively. He turned around and faced me, his eyes were blank but he knew what would happen.

"Please don't," he croaked. I was unsure what he meant but it didn't stop me from walking over to him to kiss him more passionately than Weasley did, that whore. Harry almost fell down beneath me; it was like my kiss was too much for him. I grabbed his hips and lifted him up; I smirked when I heard him moan, then I sat him down on the ledge besides the sink and undid his pants.

He looked down towards me without saying anything. A minute ago he was saying no, but I could see that he wanted me now. When I stroked his already hard cock, he hit his head into the wall and groaned some more. It was obvious to me then that Weasley had drugged him; he'd never been this responsive or vocal before. Apparently whatever drug he was on made him super-sensitive; not that I was complaining at the moment.

I let my head fall down on his cock and I swallowed all of his glory. It was only now that I realised how much I had really missed him. My hands were stroking his muscular chest under his shirt, and I pinched his nipples when I reached them. Harry groaned loudly and dug his fingers into my shoulder.

I pressed one of my fingers against his entrance and smiled mentally when I heard him moan wantonly. My finger pressed through the ring of muscle and he screamed in ecstasy. If we were alone I would use my time wisely and continue exploring his whole body, but I didn't have that kind of time right now; the Weasley girl was waiting for my Harry and Ruben was waiting for my reappearance. While sucking his cock I tried to find his prostate with my fingers; I knew that if I found it he would come at once.

His body suddenly shook and I knew I found it, and just like I thought before he came violently in my mouth. His orgasm was great, but I didn't know if it was from my doing or the potion. That thought brought my spirit down.

After I cleaned him up I kissed him and left, would have stayed to see if he's okay but I didn't want Ruben to get suspicious.

Once I was in the bar again I went and sat down besides Ruben, it didn't look like he noticed anything strange, which made me wonder if he was as stupid at school. I looked over to Weasley and saw her fury, she knew quite well what happened in the bathroom. I know she is stupid but anyone could have known what happened in that bathroom. Especially when Harry looked happy as he walked over to Weasley, and that didn't sit well with her. First she shouted at him before dragging him out and down the street.

I couldn't help smiling to myself. Did she really think she had a chance when I was in the game?

I wanted to go too but I couldn't leave Ruben like that, so I decided to take him to the bathroom and show him how well he had taught me.

*

The fight between Harry and Weasley did in the Three Broomsticks was apparently first page news. It wasn't surprising, seeing as Rita Skeeter was still a reporter. Great, now I'd have to read about it in the newspapers too! Isn't it bad enough that I have to see them in person all day?

March was quickly approaching; that meant I only had four months to prove to everybody that Ginny Weasley is not who they think she is. Not that she needs to be exposed for drugging Harry for me to have any kind of relationship with him.

Of course Weasly didn't like that at all, and she didn't hide it either. Draco came to me on Wednesday and told me what he'd heard from a friend: apparently, I was trying to destroy Weasley's engagement because her family are muggle lovers. Draco, of course, thought it was great. But that rumour meant that everybody else would know it and would be watching every step I took. It was going to a lot more difficult to expose Weasley now that she is lying to everyone.

If she wasn't my competitor I would admire her continuous attempts at keeping Harry, but as my competitor I wanted to break her neck. And since she was playing dirty, I would do the same; she wouldn't beat me with some stupid Gryffindor lies.

*

Two days after Draco told me what people were whispering, I began to receive hate mail. I didn't really care much about them; it's not that difficult to burn the piece of parchment. Pansy on the other hand couldn't ignore it. She had to find out who sent the letters, and amazingly she found the sender of four of the letters.

Of course my relationship with Weasley was front page news again. On Friday morning I received my Daily Prophet and almost chocked on my bagel. The title alone took up almost a whole page; Harry Potter's stalker. Then two pages where Rita wrote Harry's history, how he never had any family and now he had a small chance to feel that warmth with Weasley. Then she wrote a short paragraph about Weasley and her history, nothing major. And then she had this long story about me, how Mother marries and then the man mysteriously dies. She even had the cheek to mention how I am supposedly raised in the belief of a typical pureblood and how I most likely was a follower of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, as she put it.

The things she wrote shocked me, but I was equally as much scared. I wondered how the Daily Prophet think that they could print something like this and get away with it. Maybe they didn't read through Rita's article, if they did then they would understand that I could easily sue them, and win.

Only seconds after I finished reading the article Weasley walked into the great hall, looking happier than ever. That was when I saw red, quickly I got up from my seat and almost ran over to her to strangle her.

She didn't see me before I reached her, and I could see the fear in her eyes as I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her, she crashed into the Gryffindor table and spilled a glass of pumpkin juice. Everyone in the Great Hall stopped what they were doing and watched us with concern.

"You insignificant piece of Gryffindor filth!" I roared. Then I grabbed something from the table and threw it at her; it turned out to be a basket of bread, I had hoped it was something that could cause more damage. "Do you seriously think you're important only because you date him? Do you think that I need to fight you to win? You're such a whore, Weasley! A slutty, ugly whore!"

She tried to get up to run away but I grabbed her and dragged her back so she fell on the floor. I may be in a rage but I knew not to try and strangle her, not when there were so many people around us. Surprisingly none of the students did anything; I thought that I wouldn' be able to touch her before the whole Gryffindor house would jump over me ad stop me.

"I can ignore the lies you spread here at school, but not when the whole world can read about it!" I pulled her hair so she screamed, but before I could do anything else someone froze me and Weasley. Then we were surrounded by three teachers who grabbed each of us.

When the counter-spell released us we were ordered straight up to Dumbledore's office. Two teachers who held us followed us up, just in case we began fighting again. The two teachers didn't leave us before we were both in Dumbledore's office.

"I am greatly disappointed in you two, fighting in the Great Hall."

"I didn't do anything," Weasley said immediately. Of course she didn't do anything, just like Draco never says anything bad about Potter, I thought bitterly.

"I didn't say you could speak, Miss Weasley," Dumbledore said sternly. It looked like her face had drained of blood; obviously she never thought the headmaster would tell her to shut up. "I have heard some disturbing things; there are rumours flying around the school about Mr Zabini, Mr Potter and you, Miss Weasley. Nobody really knows where the rumours started... I don't suppose you know, Miss Weasley?" I crossed my fingers and hoped she would say something stupid.

In the most innocent voice she could muster, she answered him with a sweet and sickly, "No."

I was close to rolling my eyes but decided against it; it wouldn't look good doing something like that after what just happened in the Great Hall.

"Mr Zabini?" he asked, his blue eyes piercing.

"She spread them," I said calmly.

"I did not!" Ginny shrieked, outraged.

"Quiet!" the old man bellowed. I had never seen him shout to anyone before; things must really be bad for him to do that. "The students might not know who began the rumour, but I do. It was Myrtle"

It felt like my world had fallen apart, it couldn't be Myrtle; it must have been Weasley.

The whore turned against me and gave me an arrogant smile; if we were alone she would have thought twice before doing that.

"I had a chat with Myrtle, and she confessed everything," Dumbledore said as quickly. I could almost feel the fear coming from Weasley; this was one of those moments I wish I had a camera. "Apparently you told her to spread the rumour, Miss Weasley. Do you wish to explain yourself?"

I avoided looking at her, in fear that I would laugh at my triumph.

"I..." She couldn't even begin the sentence properly; I knew I'd won.

"You will come back tomorrow after dinner to receive your punishment." I tried to enjoy my small victory because I knew that he wasn't finished. "And you Mr Zabini," – wasn't I right? – "Attacking Miss Weasley like that in public is no way to behave, no matter what reason you might have. Do you wish to explain your actions before I give you your punishment"

I was surprised he asked me to explain myself; he must already know what happened so why was he asking me to clarify? Maybe it was a test to see what I would say.

"I was provoked, but not because of the rumours. I know about them and have tried my best to ignore them; I even ignored the hate mail I received. But when I saw the article about me and my mother, I couldn't restrain my rage." I looked up at him; when I finished he looked back over to Weasley.

"I am greatly disappointed and hurt over your behaviour, Miss Weasley. You had no right to accuse Mr Zabini for anything, and especially not spread it through the school; and if I find out you had anything to do with the article then there will be sever consequences." I'm sure she was a part of the awful story; I hoped she was because then I could sue her and her disgusting family too. He then turned to me. "And Mr Zabini, your behaviour today is just as disappointing, the next time you feel someone is doing you wrong you should come to me. Seeing as you did begin the fight, you will also join Weasley here tomorrw to receive your punishment."

I couldn't argue with him on that – I did break a rule and therefore needed to be punished. I would have done the same thing if I was the principal, even if the student was a Slytherin. I quickly nodded to show him that I understood.

"I want you miss Weasley to stop spreading lies, and I also forbid you, Mr Zabini, to stand closer than two feet close to Mr Potter and Miss Weasley." Had I been celebrating too early? Being denied to stand close to them meant that I couldn't kiss Harry. "You are both free to leave." He turned his back to us and walked deeper into his office.