Why him?

AN: Harry won't come back until the next chapter, so don't hate me because he is still in St. Mungos. I hope you enjoy this chapter

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The fact that Harry had woken up from his coma played on my mind all day and night. It frustrated me to no end, knowing that he was in constant danger with that red-headed bitch around him, while I - the only one who knew what was truly going on - was unable to even see him. In all honesty I wasn't sure if seeing Harry would make me feel any better; especially not if Weasley was planning to kill him again. What I needed was something to put my mind off it. I decided that the next time I saw Weasley she would be in trouble.

I didn't know it until later, but that day was filled with good luck. I was surprised I still had any good luck left since I had practically been eaten up alive by bad luck. My day began with black clouds and cold rain. The droplets were so big and hard that it felt like golden snitches were flying into you. Then, with no warning, the rain stopped and the hot, bright sun came out from behind the clouds. The weather changing wasn't what I called luck, but what happened after was better than I ever could have imagined.

I was walking out in the sun like every other student in the school, when I had a strange urge to walk towards the Quidditch field. At first I thought it was because of Harry and his interest in Quidditch, but when I reached it I saw what my heart was leading me to: the Weasley bitch. I wanted to turn around and walk away, but I knew that running away from her wouldn't help me, so instead I walked straight towards the Quidditch benches and waited for her. I expected her to do something stupid when she first saw me, and she didn't disappoint. Not long after she spotted me she turned her broom around and headed straight at me, with her wand out in the open.

I found my own wand in case she would be stupid and try to attack me, and I couldn't take the chance that one of the Gryffindor's on her team would stop her if she tried.

"You should get the hell out of here, Zabini," she snarled. I tried to stay cold, but her pathetic threat made me laugh; not even a child would be threatened by her.

"You should have left the game a long time ago, Weasley," I spat right back at her. Now that Harry was awake, he could testify that whatever I'll say next is true. Two of the Gryffindor players joined her side; I was instantly reminded of Draco and his minions.

"What do you want?" asked one of her friends. I wasn't completely sure who he was, but I think Draco called him Thomas once... that sounded right, Dean Thomas. He wasn't bad looking actually, nice skin and a pretty mouth. But that wasn't what I came for, so I turned my attention to Weasley again.

"Stay out of it, it's between me and Weasley," I said coldly.

"If you touch her you'll be sorry," Thomas warned. He had guts, but that didn't mean I admired him, especially seeing as he was trying to protect Weasley. I could see that the girl loved to be taken care of, and I decided that, even without Harry's permission, I would tell them the truth. It might not be the best move but I had to expose her, I wouldn't be able to continue sleeping at night if I didn't do anything. As the rest of the Gryffindor team gathered around her I took a deep breath; it would be risky to tell them but that was a risk I was willing to take.

"Did anyone know that Potter died yesterday?" I asked quietly. Two of them looked like they were ready to curse me for saying such a thing, whilst the rest of the team was shocked. Weasley, however, was wearing the smile that was so similar to Bellatrix's.

"What happened?" It was the Weasley boy that asked.

"You can all ask Miss Weasley about that," I said, my eyes narrowed. I know I was going a bit fast, but the last time I waited Harry went into a coma, and then he died. It was time for me to take charge and bring the bitch down. "She poisoned Potter, only because he didn't want to be with her." I could see that they didn't believe me, but I didn't blame them.

"Don't be ridiculous, it was you, Zabini," whispered the Weasley bitch. Her face changed into something which reminded me of Bellatrix again, and I could see that it wouldn't take long before she would do something stupid.

"How can you accuse her for poisoning him, when you Slytherin's always wanted him dead?" chirped up one of the other team-mates.

"I would never kill anyone, so stop comparing me to the filthy Death Eaters. Did you know that there are Death Eaters who used to be in Gryffindor?" Weasley could just as well be a Death Eater, since she has the same goal as the Dark Lord, to kill Harry.

I wasn't able to think much more because Weasley physically attacked me with no warning. The only thing on my mind at that point was to try and push her off me, even if I wanted to kill her just as much.

"You bastard! You killed him, you dirty Slytherin!" she screamed. I wanted to strangle her, but my goal with confronting was to make people believe me, and if I choked her to death nobody would.

Then the strangest thing happened, while she was hitting me, and while I was trying to push her off, her team mates grabbed her and pulled her off me.

I watched her as she was struggling to get loose from the hands that kept her away from me.

"Let go of me!" she shouted at them, but none of them obeyed her.

"Haven't any of you asked yourself why Harry quit the team? Or why he wasn't responding when you talk to him?" I asked them all. If it was possible Weasley became even more wild and it looked like she was about to scratch everyone's eyes out.

"If this is true, and he was poisoned, you could still be the guilty one," Thomas said while keeping Weasley from attacking me. That was when I saw the boy Weasley; I had completely forgotten about him. When our eyes met I could see the pain he felt, probably because it was his own sister who was the one that was poisoning Harry. I just hoped he wouldn't automatically take her side.

"And what reason would I have for doing such a thing?" I growled, getting extemely irritated. I could see that at least two of them were beginning to doubt Weasley's story, what annoyed me was the rest that refused to believe me. "Weasley would lose a lot if Potter doesn't want to be with her. Pray tell me, what do I have to loose?" It felt like I'd won a small battle when most of them looked over at Weasley, who was still fighting.

"She would never do that," Thomas said slowly, but it was easy to hear how unsure he was.

"Who spread the rumours about her and Potter? And about me? They haven't managed to prove it yet but I'm pretty sure she is the one behind the story about me and my mother." I was brushing off the mud that was stuck to me since I didn't think she would attack me again, not while her team mates was doubting her anyway.

"If it's true, then what part do you have in this?" piped up the boy Weasley. I looked over at him; why would he ask me that after everything I let slip to him? I hoped he knew I wouldn't answer him completely truthfully.

"He begged me to help him stop her," I said calmly. I decided that even if they had more questions to ask I would leave. Who knew how long they would hold her back, and I didn't want to take the chance of being attacked again. At least I could call this battle tied, even if I clearly had won.

-o-

After the incident on the Quidditch pitch things began to get exciting. I didn't particularly like all the attention I received but I knew I had to learn to live with it if I want to save Harry. Sadly not many believed me, which made me angry, but at least most of them were beginning to question Weasley's story. I tried to ignore the other students as well as I could, but it wasn't easy since they always seemed to come in between me and whatever I was heading for. When I say I was trying to avoid the other students I mean everyone, I was especially trying to avoid two certain Slytherin's because I knew that they couldn't wait to get their hands on me and rip me apart with questions. Unfortunately I couldn't avoid them all night, even if I wanted to.

The first thing I tried to do when I entered the Slytherin common room was to walk straight over from the entrance to the bedroom without being stopped. I was unsuccessful.

"What are you doing with Potter?" asked Draco immediately. I thought Pansy would have been the first to ask, but he obviously beat her to it. I could of course refuse to answer, but if I did so I would be bombarded by Pansy with the same question. Knowing that I had lost the battle with them I walked over to the sofa and sat down.

"Blaise, what's up with you and Potter?" Pansy asked when she sat down beside me; Draco, who'd sat down first, moved over to make space for her.

"Nothing that concerns you two," I said in a tired tone.

"Oh my god, you did him, didn't you?" I always knew Pansy was intelligent, but I thought it would take her a little more time to realize I had shagged Harry.

"You know as well as I do that I never tell anyone who I have been with." Of course she would take that as a yes, heck even if I denied it she would still think it.

"You tease!” she said in a playful tone. “But what's up with you and Weasley?"

"She's a bitch, and she challenged me." Pansy rubbed her neck after my answer; it made me wonder what she was thinking. I didn't want to ask her because I knew by her silence and twitching mouth that it was something funny, but I cared far too much to let her stay quiet.

"Yes?"

"I was just thinking," she said through a smirk, "it's a good thing nobody challenged you to join the Death Eaters." I couldn't avoid laughing at her stupid comment. She was right; I never backed out from a challenge, but did she think I was stupid enough to join the Death Eaters if someone did challenge me? I saw that Draco looked quite uncomfortable when Pansy mentioned the Death Eaters, but that wasn't my problem; he was the one who joined them without arguing or fighting back. Of course, I would be sad if something happened to Draco but I'm not responsible for his actions or lack of actions.

Never would I join someone as crazy as the Dark Lord. I refused when Bellatrix tried to force me, and I would refuse if the Dark Lord himself came in person to make me join him. I haven't really thought about it before but the potion I took probably saved my life; she didn't tell me what she wanted from me, and I didn't know it at first, but she knew about me and Harry. After my memory of me and Harry had come back to me, I'd wondered how she knew, but I never found an answer.

"If you two don't mind, I'm going to bed," I said, hoping to make my escape, before Pansy found another question she had to ask me.

"Why are you helping him? Is it only because she challenged you? Or do you have any other feelings for him?" I stopped, but didn't turn round. Why was she so curious about Harry? She knew how I was, and that I didn't have feelings towards anyone I have fucked, so why did she suspect anything else?

"It's none of your business, Pansy." And then I left.

I love it that I'm capable to leave people hanging like that. In fact, I'm probably most well known for that. But I had to remind myself that this wasn't the time to think about my accomplishments, I had to prepare myself for what would come. However, when I closed my eyes, my worries about Weasley or anyone else vanished. As soon as everything went black I saw Harry, and his angelic face; and with Harry smiling back at me I fell asleep. For the first time in a while I didn't need to worry about sleeping.

-o-

It was infuriating; even though I didn't have problems falling asleep I still woke up far too many times to count. I wasn't even sure I was sleeping before I woke up the second time again. I figured it was because I was beginning to get nervous about seeing Harry again, but it could also be because, when it's time to wake up, everyone will be talking about me, and I really hate that. Luckily I had a sleeping drought in my trunk, so I wouldn't have to worry about sleep for the rest of the night. At least this way I would manage to get at least four hours of sleep before I had to get up to go to class.

I wasn't in a good mood when I woke up; the lack of sleep and what happened the previous day was pulling my mood down, and it didn't help that I was the subject of everyone's conversation.

Somehow I survived most of the day without being confronted by anyone, and even if it was horrible being talked about I knew it could be worse; someone could actually attack me. Luckily for me nobody did that.

It wasn't until that evening that I was confronted by anyone. Granger stood in the middle of the hallway, arms crossed and looking furious. I knew that even if I tried to avoid her she would find a way to get to me, so I stopped in front of her and waited for her to say something.

"You liar," she hissed. "How could you accuse poor Ginny for killing Harry?" Normally I could read people well, but this time I wasn't sure if she was annoyed or miserable. "She warned me that you would try and frame her."

"I thought you had brains, Granger," I said with a sneer. "I thought at least you would see the truth when it bit you in your ass." She gasped out loud, I was unsure whether it was because I was insinuating she was stupid or because I still accused Weasley, but I could see she wouldn't give up.

"You won't turn me against her like you have with others," she vowed, her voice shaky. So I had succeeded in turning someone against the Weasley slut? That was interesting. When I looked behind Granger I saw the boy Weasley running towards us. He must have known what we were talking about since he was in such a hurry to get to us.

"Ron, tell him that he's wrong, Ginny would never do something like that." She pleaded with him when he reached us, but he didn't say anything, he only looked at both of us in shock. Granger, I noticed, was almost fuming with rage; she hadn't expected her boyfriend not to back her up.

"Well, 'Mione.." he mumbled nervously. "The more I hear about this the more I'm prone to believing it..."

Hermione looked stunned.

"Ron, Ginny's your sister!" She was turning into an emotional wreck I noticed, and I didn't care.

"I know!" Weasley said, impatiently. "I know, but the more I think about it - as painful as it is - I think that... I think we should believe him..."

"No! He is a liar, and a Slytherin. I can't believe that I thought he actually wanted to help Harry." Tears were flooding down her face, and to my pleasing it looked like her boyfriend wouldn't do anything to help her. When Granger looked at me I smiled sweetly; the unfortunate Weasley didn't know what to do so he stood still watching us. I can’t imagine it’s easy to choose between us two, his girlfriend and his sister or his best friend and a stranger who he had a little fun with. Actually, it wasn’t that hard to choose, so I was surprised he was backing me up.

"Why do you want to harm her?" asked Granger once her sobs stopped.

"You should ask her why she wants to harm Potter," I said exasperatedly. She looked offended, and I feared she would attack me any time soon, and because I was tired I feared I would soon lose control over my own anger. When I looked over at Weasley he blushed. Was he thinking about our time together? I smirked, it was so adorable to see someone blush when they are thinking about sex.

"If you don't mind, I have better things to do than to stand here arguing with you, trying to convince you when you are determined not to believe me." I tried to walk around her but she stopped me by grabbing my arm.

"If you hurt any of my friends I will find you and make you regret it dearly," she whispered. I didn't respond to her threat; there was no point in doing so seeing as she would never believe me, not as long as the manipulative bitch is spreading lies about me around the school. Even if I didn't worry much about Granger threatening me, I couldn't help thinking how similar it was to the sluts threats, and then I wondered if she would turn into the same manipulative bitch as Weasley, making everyone around her do as she wants.

Nonetheless, I didn't want her to share the same fate as Weasley, which was why I had to find a way to make everyone believe me. However, the fact of the matter is that I don't possess the ability to change everyone's mind, mostly because I’m a Slytherin. Luckily for me there was one who did have that power; Harry. When he comes back I’ll show Granger how mistaken she was.