Why him?

AN: I thank everyone who is reading my story, and my beta who does such a great job.
For those that thinks Blaise is an ass for not realizing he is 'meant' to be with Harry, he is slowly getting there. He is an intelligent boy but has an disadvantage in the world of love.
All reviews are very much welcome.


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Seeing Harry for the first time in two weeks was horrible. Well, seeing him wasn't that bad but seeing her with him was torturing me. Weasley was standing so close to him that any fleas she might have could jump straight onto him. And sometimes she would even kiss his cheek and cuddle with him, how dare she. It made me sick and angry, but I knew I couldn't do anything about it, right now.

It didn't get any better on the train ride back to school either. I didn't see them, thankfully, but Draco couldn't stop talking about their improper exposed relationship, like he was so much better; fucking Pansy in the middle of the common room. I know it was late at night and anyone that could see them was probably sleeping but that doesn't give them the right to sneak around and fuck where I’m sitting every day.

And things didn't get any better when we sat in the great hall either; Weasley was still hanging over Harry like a parasite, which annoyed the hell out of me.

Their strange behaviour made me realize the possibility that they had sex over the holiday was huge. If Harry didn't return her affections I would have know he was lying, but when she kissed him he kissed her back, and when she rubbed his arm he placed his hand over hers; it was like they were a couple! How could he want her? She’s weak and annoying and completely wrong for him.

Our eyes met only once that evening, and only for three seconds, but it felt like forever. When he looked at me it looked like he wanted to say something, but instead he smirked, which annoyed me so much that I left the hall before I had eaten anything. What did he think he was doing?

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I didn't know what to do, Harry's sickening behaviour should have made me forget about him, but all it did was make me want him even more. Maybe he knew what it did to me, maybe he did it on purpose. I know I should ignore them; it was his choice if he decided to lower himself to the same slutty level as the Weasley whore. I don't even want him like he wants me, but still I can't stop thinking about him.

Ignoring them wasn't easy, especially not while I was waiting for something to interfere with them; for example, lightening hitting that annoying whore, or something as simple as Snape coming and giving him detention all day and night until the end of this semester. Anything would work as long as I didn't have to see them making out in the middle of breakfast, lunch, dinner, and every other time I saw them together.

Sadly nothing happened. Two weeks had passed and they acted the same, if not worse. It was bad enough seeing them together every time we were in the same room, but after a few days Draco began to comment and discuss their love life right in front of me, even after I told him to shut up, and then Pansy did the same thing. And before I knew it everyone around me seemed to talk about Harry. Was there really nothing else to talk about apart from Harry Potter's love life?

Then after another two weeks of seeing them, as well as hearing everyone talking about them, I decided it was enough; I had to stop them. I know it would be difficult because when that boy decides to do something it's difficult to stop him, but I needed to try anyway. My plan was simple; I would skip class, find Harry and slap him so hard he would forget about that girl. It was a simple plan, and even if I knew I should plan it a little better I decided it was the first thing I needed to do.

So I skipped my Herbology class, telling the teacher that I didn't feel all that well and left; she would probably think that I would go and see Pomfrey. After I closed the door behind me I tried to remember what Draco told me about Harry's school schedule, and if I wasn't mistaken Harry would be sitting in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Confidently I walked up to the classroom, ready to slap Harry, only to remember that he was in a class with other people. How was I supposed to slap him in a room full of students studying defence and who was ready to defend him? Not to mention the new teacher who worked as an Auror... I must have really wanted to slap that boy because I managed to come up with an excellent plan in no time; who had the power to take a student out of class without anyone asking why? The Headmaster.

I knocked on the door and opened it; everyone in the room turned their attention to me, I acted like it didn't bother me.

“Professor Dumbledore requests the presence of Mr Potter,” I said loud and clear.

The teacher, Mr Snickle, looked like he didn't know what to do; how on earth did he get the teaching position? Not to mention his Auror position? After a number of seconds of silence he responded and told Harry he could leave. I watched the slut as he hesitantly got up from his chair and made his way over to the door, towards me, looking slightly suspicious.

I stepped away from the door until I was sure that nobody could see me. When he exited the room and closed the door behind him he folded his arms and stared straight at me.

“What do you want, Zabini?” He said it in the same tone Draco uses when he is speaking to Harry; they unwillingly and unconsciously spend too much time together.

“What makes you think I want anything?” I asked innocently.

“Dumbledore’s not here today, so what do you want?” he said impatiently. That made me wonder how many others knew Dumbledore wasn't there, would they all discover our relationship now?

“Then why did you come?” I said, hoping that he wouldn't see I was scared to be discovered. “Your friends are probably wondering why you left to see Dumbledore since he isn't here.”

“I'm the only one that knows he is gone, so if I didn't go then they would think it was strange.”

What kind of relationship did he have with the old man? They weren't related as far as I knew, and I’d never heard that Dumbledore was friends with Harry's family.

“Speak; why did you lie to get me out of class?” he growled.

I had almost forgotten what I came to do, so as he was waiting for an answer I slapped him. His head was forced to the left at the impact of my hit.

When he came to his senses, he looked at me in anger.

“What the hell was that for?!” he exclaimed.

“You know what it's for, you slut,” I hissed.

The green eyes flashed and I could see how angry he was.

“I'm the slut? What about you, Mr Cassanova? I bet you don't even know how many people you’ve slept with!” He began to shout, which was a bad thing since we were still standing outside his classroom.

I should have asked him to come with me to a place where we could talk without anyone hearing us, but I wasn't thinking reasonably right now, not when he accused me for being a slut. Instead I grabbed his neck and pressed my body against his, smashing my lips against his and making sure he didn't have enough breath to shout. I could feel his hands on my arms, trying to push me away; he might want me off but I could feel his true desires, and they wanted me to do even more.

I didn't know how much time we had left before the class was over, so it was risky to do anything, but how could anyone control themselves in a situation like this? I know I had some control because if I didn't have any I would take him right where we were standing, not caring about anyone else.

Harry would probably push me away or hit me but that was a risk I was willing to take. After all, I haven't been near him for over a month. I pushed my groin against his and felt his cock harden; I know he wants me so why was he still fighting me?
It wasn't easy to do what I wanted where we stood so I pushed him against the wall. At least now I could use my whole body without worrying about Harry falling down. I let go of his mouth and started to suck his neck while still moving my pelvis in a rhythm that made both of us crazy. That was the moment I realized that he was moving with me, not fighting me like I first thought.

That thought was enough to give me an orgasm.

After the sensation of my orgasm had passed I rested my head against his neck; I felt tired and wanted to sleep, but not right now I reminded myself. I released Harry and took a step back; he looked tired too but angry.

“I guess I'll see you later,” I said with a smirk.

“What about me?” It sounded like he was pleading me to finish what I had began to do; I had almost forgotten that he hadn't had any release. But I wouldn't give him any release, he needed to be punished.

“You can ask your girlfriend to finish it for you,” I snarled, not able to keep my calm demeanour when thinking of the Weasley girl.

I didn't want to stay and hear what kind of reply he had so I left; if it was true and they were together it would break my heart to know it.

I have told both myself and Harry that I don't care about him that way, but now I wasn't so sure about my feelings. And how could Harry be with that slut? Did he think I didn't care at all about him?