Stay Away From Me ~ Blaise Zabini ~ Part 11

My head was spinning. My heart ached. And I was the happiest I had been in days.

"C'mon, Belle! Come to your senses!" Harry was saying.

I shook my head, smiling up at the ceiling. "He's just so perfect."

"No, he isn't!" he said.

"Yeah, he is. Have you ever noticed how awesome his eyes are?" I mused. I looked around the common room, frowning. Harry had dragged me up here when I started walking toward the Slytherin table. "I'm leaving." I said, standing up.

"Oh, no you don't!" Harry pushed me down on the couch. "You aren't leaving until we get this fixed."

"Just let me go see Draco!" I whined.

Harry sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine. Let's go see him."

"Really? Let's go, let's go!" I said, pulling him out the portrait.

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Blaise's POV

I walked toward the Great Hall, stropping when I heard a voice. "Erm, Blaise?" I looked up, seeing Harry across the hall.

"Hey," I said, stopping.

"I um... Don't really know how to say this..." he began. "I think I might as well show you."

"Show me what, exactly?" I asked.

"Just... follow me." something about the way Harry looked so concerned set me on edge. I followed him to an abandoned classroom, where I could hear crying on the inside. "Hermione must have set her off again..." Harry muttered.

"What's going on?" I asked, looking inside the room. Belle sat in a desk, hands covering her face. She was crying. Hermione stood next to her, looking lost as to what she should do.

"She heard footsteps outside and thought it was him..." Hermione mumbled.

"Thought it was who?" I asked. "Are you alright, Belle?" I sat down next to her, reaching for her hand.

"I wouldn't do tha-" Harry began. Belle jumped up from her chair, running to Hermione and hiding behind her. "She doesn't really like the idea of you..." he muttered.

"What's going on here?" I asked, glaring between Harry and Hermione.

"I don't really know how to say this, but..." Hermione's eyebrows knotted together. "Malfoy managed to slip Belle a love potion."

Rage built up inside me. I looked to Belle, who was throwing me cautious looks. "Malfoy is such a bastard! " I yelled.

"Don't you dare say such terrible things about him, Zabini!" Belle screamed. Fresh tears spilled over. Hermione turned around to comfort her.

"She doesn't take well to people insulting him." Harry murmmered. Hermione seemed to have calmed her down, and she got her to sit in one of the chairs. "What do you think we should do?"

"How about Professor Snape?" I suggested. They both shook their heads.

"Well we really can't take this to Dumbledore, what with him being so busy with the Tournamenet." Hermione said. "I suppose we could try Mad-Eye?"

Harry nodded in approval. "I'm sure he's got something for this. Hear that, Belle?" he said, turning around. "We're getting this fi-" he stopped short when he realized that she had dissapeared.

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Belle's POV

I ran down the hall, not being able to stand anymore. They were supposed to be my friends , not the unsupportive jerks they were acting like. I started off the day so happy, so carefree... Why'd they have to go and ruin it? I figured I'd have about three minutes before they realized I was missing.

Rounding the corner, I smacked into something, making me fall over.

"Ow." I muttered, looking around to see what made me crash, only to find myself staring into those eyes. Those amazing grey eyes. "Hey," I said, breathless.

"Hey." he said, helping me up. "Are you alright?" he asked, noticing my puffy eyes. He wiped a remaining tear away.

I shook my head, smiling. "I'm great, now that you're here." He beamed at me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I'm glad you feel that way." he whispered, mouth inches from mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He smirked, before closing the gap between us. I closed my eyes, taking in his essance. It was an amazing kiss, but something felt off. For some reason, there was this nagging feeling in the back of my mind, like I was forgetting something. No, someone. But who? His name was on the tip of my toungue, I almost had it...

My eyes opened when Draco pulled away, and I forgot whatever was bugging me once I saw those eyes again. He pulled me closely in his arms.

"For some reason, I don't find this place private enough..." he said.

Wanting to do anything to make him happy, I replied with, "I'm sure the back lawns have some room."

Smiling, he released me. "Then let's go, shall we?" I nodded, and he draped his arm over my shoulder. We walked together toward the nearest exit.

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Blaise's POV

Harry and I returned to the classroom after an hour of searching. Hermione, who had waited in the classroom to see if Belle would return, said she had no such luck. Exhausted, I slumped into a chair.

Loud footsteps echoed down the hall, and the door to the classroom slammed open. Fred and George Weasley stood in the doorway. Fred, no, George - I don't know, I could never tell - blurted out, "Will someone please tell my why Belle was snogging Malfoy?"

And I felt my heart beginning to break.