Why him?

AN : I still thank everyone for the attention my story are receiving, I appreciate it. I also thank my beta who takes good care of this story. It's now that the story really begins, I hope everybody finds it interesting.

oOoOoOoOo

The Christmas holidays were only two weeks away, so in order to make Harry mine again I needed a plan. A really good one. And I could start out with something simple, like a letter.

Harry,
I am sorry that things ended that way, but I have laid it behind me and I'm ready to move on. Please come back, I miss you.
Kiss.

I didn't sign it with my name in case someone should accidentally read the letter, the last thing we need right now is publicity about our relationship, if it could be called that.

Harry needed to read the letter first before I could take another step. Waiting wouldn't be easy but this time I have to think about Harry and his needs.

After I sent my letter I sat down to think about what else I could do to get Harry back. It wasn't easy since I have never wanted, or needed, someone back after a breakup. I have seen people buy gifts, chocolate and flowers when they have done something wrong, but I haven't done anything wrong; I just told him the truth, and when is telling the truth wrong?

I felt sure that, after my letter had been sent, that Harry would come and find me and forgive him. But as my waiting hours turned into days I began to feel a growing sense of anger. My anger was so intense that I felt it would only disappear once I had taught him a few lessons on respect. No one ignores me, not even Harry Potter, and the next time I see him I will make sure he knows it.

It must have been my lucky day because two hours later on my trip to the library I saw him, completely alone in the hallway, walking straight at me. He didn't look so great but I don't care, I haven't been that great myself since he left me: I couldn't stop thinking about him and every time I'm with someone else I keep seeing him instead.

When he was close enough I slapped him and he woke up from the strange trance he was in. He deserved more than one slap; if we were alone I would have tied him up to the wall naked in the dungeons and let him freeze until he would understand that he should stop playing games with me.

“Are you really stupid or do you honestly think you can treat me like this and get away with it?” I snarled. Harry looked like he didn't know what I was talking about, but I wouldn't fall for his act. “For two months you have been ignoring me, and now that I send you a letter you don't even reply, you ungrateful git! I've done nothing to deserve this kind of treatment.” That is true, Harry was the one that twisted my words and accused me for stealing his virginity.

“You liar.” Harry growled. I hadn't thought Harry would attack me physically so I didn't have a chance to defend myself when his fist slammed into my jaw. “Stay the hell out of my life!”

I was still standing but I was disoriented, so I didn't see him leaving. When I realized that he would get away from me I ran over and grabbed him. Brutally I swung him around and tried to hit him but he avoided it with his stupid seeker reflexes. He then grabbed a hold of my clothes, it looked like he was about to hit me again but instead he pushed me away.

There was no way that I would let him get away from me once I had him.

“Let go of me!” I had caught his wrist and managed to twist him around so he fell down on the floor. To be sure he wouldn't escape I sat down on his back. “Let go of me you son of a bitch!” he spat, while trying to release himself.

“You need a lesson in manners, and I can assure you, it will be my pleasure to teach you.” I snarled at him.

“Don't you dare do anything, I'll kill you if you touch me again,” he said, though his voice was slightly shaky. He was still moving and trying to push me off, and I supposed it was a good thing that I had an advantage in strength.

“You're so sexy when you’re angry, Harry,” I purred. I lowered my upper body closer to his. “Especially when you beg me to fuck you harder.”

I didn't realize what happened before it was too late; I had somehow slackened my hold on him and he had taken advantage of it. Before I knew it I was the one lying on the floor. Harry was already getting up to run away but I managed to grab one of his ankles, causing him to fall down again. He used his free leg to kick me away and managed to hit me both in my chest and face, but I wouldn't let go of him. Clumsily I tried to crawl over and pin him down again, but nothing I did could keep him from trying to hit me and push me off him.

The fight was so intense that I had completely forgotten about magic. I felt like a complete idiot; how could a wizard forget magic? My brain searched for a spell I could use on him, and I quickly found my wand as he was trying to escape.

“Levicorpus.” I said, slightly out of breath. I watched as he was lifted up into the air, his sweater fell down and his hips were exposed. My cock grew when I saw his bare torso; if Harry only knew what he was doing to me. But this wasn't about Harry's needs, it was his punishment. Even so, I couldn't help myself from touching his hips softly before moving my hand to his front, a moan escaped me when I brushed over the soft hairs on his stomach, if I traced them upwards I would come to his pants, and with only a little force I would hold his cock in my hand again. Thinking about it made me wonder if he also was turned on by this. I was about to touch him when his hand flew up and slapped mine away.

“Let go of me, you coward!” came his muffled voice. I had almost forgotten that he was still fighting me; it seemed like every time I saw his body I became a mindless fool. I grabbed his throat and pressed, not hard since my intention wasn't to kill him, only to punish him. Harry was still fighting but this time he was trying to free his throat, unsuccessfully.

I knelt down on one knee so we were face to face and looked him straight in the eyes. His attempt to escape me faded when I pressed my lips on his. He didn't kiss me back but he didn't act like he thought it was disgusting and wanted me off. So I let go of him and found my wand; I knew of a spell that really doesn't do much, but in this circumstance it was perfect.

"Aduro Ornatus." My eyes lightened up when I saw his sweater slowly burn away to leave his bare skin, which was shining almost like it was covered in oil. The spell didn't harm him of course - that was why it's a useless spell.

My whole body reacted to the vision right in front of me; if I had a camera I would use it because this sight was something I never want to forget.

I was so caught up in Harry that I hadn't noticed the crowd that had gathered around us from on the other floors.

“Mister Zabini!” It was the Gryffindor head of house, McGonagall. Judging by her look I was in big trouble. “Release Potter immediately!” The spell on his sweater couldn't be stopped but I let him go, though it was more like letting him fall, but he deserved it. "Now, both of you follow me."

We both walked behind McGonagall into her office; I watched Harry as he was trying to cover up his body while the sweater was slowly burning away; oh, if only we were alone.

“Do either of you want to explain to me why you were fighting in the middle of the hallway?” she snapped. She was starting at both of us, disappointed, angry and shocked. Most probably because I was fighting Harry; I supposed she only expected Harry and Draco to fight that way. “Mr Potter, why don't you start?”

Taking his side already? What to expect from an old Gryffindor and her Golden Boy. Of course she would never take the side of a Slytherin.

“I was heading towards the main hall, when Zabini stopped me.” He looked over at me, but avoided my eyes. “He was angry, and I'm afraid I didn't do anything to prevent the fight.”

“I'm very disappointed in you, Potter," she said with a sigh. "What is your story Zabini?”

I found myself stuck for things to say; I was still shocked from the fact that Harry didn't tell on me.

“Like Potter said, I was angry, and when I saw him I decided to take it out on him.” None of us were lying, we were just not telling the whole truth. I only hope McGonagall believed us both.

“You should learn to control your feelings, Mr Zabini, and you should learn how to back out of a fight, Mr Potter. I'm afraid you will both get detention for fighting in the hall, and both houses will lose 25 points.” Just then I didn't care about the points; seeing Harry's expression when he heard he would have to do detention with me was priceless. “Report to me tomorrow after diner.”

When I looked at Harry I saw the last of his sweater vanquish in the flames. I licked my lips; it was torture standing next to him while he was half naked.

“Mr Zabini, I must insist that the sweater will have to be replaced. How you both go about it is up to you two. Now off to bed.”

None of us said a word until we were out in the hallway alone.

I leaned into Harry's ear and whispered, “You were saved today Harry, but next time I'll make sure nobody will be able to save you.”

“What makes you think there will be a next time? If you ever touch me again I'll cut off your hands,” he hissed. However, before he finished his sentence I dragged him towards me so hard that he crashed into me, and I kissed him. It was a violent, claiming, possessive kiss. When I let go of him I looked at his flushed face.

“I'm warning you Blaise, don't do it again,” he said, his voice breaking weakly. I traced his chest with my index finger, waiting for him to do something, but he never moved.

“Why don't you save those threats for Draco? And give me your passion when we're alone together.” He slapped my hand away again.

“We'll never be together,” he whispered. My finger travelled up to his lips and traced them once before I left him there, half naked, flushed and probably as horny as me.