Why him?

AN: I thank everyone for reading this, and my beta who does such a great job with my story.
Someone thinks that Blaise is an evil bastard for treating Harry that way, and he is, but if you know his story they you will understand why he is that way. I guess his mother is the main reason for him turning out that way, she is more like Narcissa than Molly. If you got any questions don't be afraid to ask.
All reviews are very much welcome.

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I'm not the kind of person who likes to go out in public very often; most of the time I get bored and leave, or insult someone and then leave. I knew, once the flyer's arrived, that Pansy would force me to join her. I tried my best to protest, telling her that there was nothing there for me. I even reminded her about the time she forced me to join one of her own family dinners: a complete fiasco. My mother taught me to behave no matter what the circumstance and I did behave, until Pansy's mother hit on me. Don't get me wrong, I would have taken her offer... if Pansy wasn't there. But it didn't seem like Pansy cared about that, not any more at least.

She got her will in the end.

The only thing I could do then was to keep quiet until I saw an opportunity to leave. I was standing besides Pansy, dressed in my finest dress robes, doing absolutely nothing and bored out of my mind. I knew that she was already planning to leave me, even if she tried to act like she didn't mind standing beside me once Draco arrived at the party.

“Don't act like you want to be with me Pansy, go,” I said in a bored tone. She smiled softly and left; this way I wouldn't have to wait for her to excuse herself and never return.

I looked around at all the students and teachers; why anyone bothers to show up to a dance where alcohol is forbidden is beyond my understanding. I wanted to leave, and I would have if I hadn't seen Harry right then, dancing. I don't want to forbid him from doing anything but he could at least have chosen someone more worthy, not that blond Ravenclaw girl. But when I saw who his next dance partner was I would have preferred Lovegood.

I was glaring at them, Harry and that sickening Weasley girl. How dare she touch him, especially his ass?! And why doesn't he try to stop her? I was shocked to see that he continued to dance with her the next dances. So for the next five dances she was grinding her body against his while touching him in improper places, I tried to stay calm but it was a hard task. I couldn't leave now that Harry was making such an ass of himself.

I stood in the same position a long time; my eyes followed every move that Harry made. I wouldn't let him get away that easy.

It must have been my lucky day when Harry left the dance on his own. I decided to followed him like a hawk, not caring if anyone saw me, or if I was seen by Harry. I hoped he would see me and turn around, so I wouldn't have to run after him. It seemed like tonight was going to be a lucky one because, as I followed him around a corner, he was waiting for me.

“Are you turning into a stalker, Blaise?” Harry asked, arms folded.

How dare he talk to me like that after he let the Weasley girl touch every private part of him on the dance floor? However, I didn't say anything; what was the point in answering such immature questions?

“What do you want?” he snapped.

“Well, since its Christmas soon, I wanted to see you naked with a green bow tied around your cock.”

His eyes looked shocked but overall he managed to keep a cool appearance. I walked closer to him and growled out, “What in the seven dwarfs land did you think you were doing back there?”

“What do you mean?” He acted like he hadn't done anything, that lying, cheating, annoying bastard!

“I’m referring to you letting Weasley rub herself on you like you were her love toy!” I snarled.

I could see the anger rising in Harry; his jaw was clicking and his fists were clenched.

I was expecting him to get angry but he was still calm. “I'm no one’s love toy – especially not yours – so get your head out of your ass, Blaise,”

“Then you shouldn’t let that slut touch you! I'm not the one who is making a fool of myself, or drooling after you in public like that whore!”

“Oh yes, I forgot; you prefer doing it in private, don’t you?” Harry’s voice was still calm but it had a slight edge to it. “Why are you following me anyway? Don't you know that whatever we had was over the day you said you didn't want to be with me, I haven't forgotten.”

“I never said I didn't want to be with you!" I said exasperatedly. "You’re just twisting my words!”

“We didn't talked for more than five minutes, so there can't be that much I have twisted,” Harry said coldly.

“Well that doesn't matter,” I said, trying to stay composed. “I don't even care about that now.” It was a lie, but it was also true, I didn't care if I said we couldn't be in a relationship, he is still mine.

“No, you care about Ginny trying to capture my attention.” His attempt to sound like he didn't care failed when I heard how hurt he was.

“Of course I care about that slut trying to get you in bed! You're mine, Harry,” I said with a smirk.

“I'm nobody's,” he hissed.

I edged even closer. “She doesn't care for you the same way I care about you.”

“And what way is that? You know, it doesn't even matter; she cares enough since she actually wants to stay with me, compared to you.”

I know I should stop being so angry; I could clearly see that he was getting upset, but once I'm enraged it's not easy to stop.

“If you do anything with her you'll be sorry,” I said, my voice deep with anger.

“Oh? And what will you do? Rape me again?”

“I never raped you, I don't rape anybody.”

How could he think I raped him? I never do anything that the other person doesn't want me to. They can always say no and I would stop, as long as they meant it of course.

“You brainless twit; just wait. I’ll do whatever I want, even if it is fucking Ginny.”

My eyes narrowed; he wouldn't dare... That damn Gryffindor was just trying to get under my skin.

“Don't you dare, Harry; you’re better than that.”

He smirked at me in a Slytherin way and left, and that made me nervous. Did he really mean it? I got goosebumps thinking about Harry with Weasley; they didn't belong together. Harry is mine. He was mine the instant I lusted for him.

Just wait Harry, if I find out you have done anything with her you will be sorry.

*

Nobody likes school, but if hours of boring subjects are what I need to have to be close to Harry then so be it. I would rather sit the whole day with professor Binns than be so far away from Harry. Two weeks of Christmas holiday would be torture. Every hour that lead to the beginning of the holiday felt like mandrakes screaming right into my ears - horribly painful. And this is all Harry's fault.

The whole train ride back to platform Nine and Three Quarters was long and slow. It seemed like I couldn’t stop thinking about Harry.

I thought that Draco said Harry always spends his Christmas holiday at Hogwarts, so why didn't he this year? Was there any reason for him to leave the school this year? Was I the reason? Did he do it only to mess with my head? That must be the only reason.

It was surely only to mess with me... he wouldn't actually have sex with her when he likes me. He’s a good boy compared to me, that is why a relationship between us won't work. But what if it wasn't only talk... what if he actually did sleep with her to prove his point? To prove that I don't own him? If he needs to do that to prove something then why do I still have the strong pull towards him? I’ve already taken him, but I still find myself wanting to be with him.

It would have been so much better if I was under the influence of a love potion; at least then I would know what to blame my feelings on. Whatever causes these strange feelings to appear will surely disappear as time passes, it's best to just wait and let time fly by.

Most of the vacation I would spend alone since Mother was out dating most of the day. She had found a new man which she hopes will be her new project, or husband as she calls it, it doesn't bother me that another man has been caught in her poisonous net, not as much as it bothered me when I was younger, I just felt sorry for the old men. The bad thing about being alone all that time was that Harry never left my mind.