Bailey Zabini and The Deatheater's Son

"Bye, Mother," I said as I gave her a hug. I stepped back and let Blaise give her a hug as well. Being the proud person he is, he looked around before hugging her, making me roll my eyes. Idiot.

"Come on, Blaise! We nearly missed the train last time!" I exclaimed. Last time we got on the train had just started moving. It was horrible! It was hard to imagine not going to Hogwarts for a whole year.

Blaise stepped back from Mum and waved. She kissed us both on the cheek before waving and Disapparating. Despite what other people said about her, Mum was anything but cold and neglectful to us. Sure she changed her surname, partner and status more often than the weather; but what she did was for us.

"C'mon Bailey, lets go," Blaise mumbled dejectedly. He always was a Mummy's boy. I smirked and swung an arm around his shoulder. "Hey, look Blaise! It's Weaselette! You know, that redhead you fancy?"

It was true, Blaise loved a Blood-traitor. Mum and I were fine with it; though I doubt society would be as accepting. Blaise snorted, "As if!" He scoffed.

I just looked at him, still smirking. Look into the eyes, Blaise, the eyes! He did and immediately caved. Unlike him, I got my fathers smoldering dark emerald eyes, whereas he got Mums stunning saphire. Other than that, we pretty much had the same features- except mine are more feminine. As I was saying: he caved. "Fine, maybe a lite bit,"

Stubborn little shiit. He's not as stubborn as me, though. Hehe. I slyly let go of him and disillusioned myself. The Ministry wouldn't notice, we were too close to school. The Weasleys were standing in front of the train door. Perfect. That meant that Blaise had to go near, or maybe even through them to get on the train.

He was clearly trying not to look at Weaselette but he had to go near her to get on. I'm such a genius. I crept up behind Weaselette and- pushed!

She went flying forwards and into Blaise, making him stumble and catch her before she fell to the ground. Then he froze and let her go when she could stand. Gulping, he grabbed his and my trolleys and high-tailed it out of there. I burst out laughing, forgetting I was surrounded by Gryffindors and not noticing my disillusionment had worn off.

"Ahem," someone cleared their throat. That made me look up. The Weasley family plus two were all looking at me, theirs expressions a mixture of disgust, amusement, incredulity, and anger.

My eyes widened and I looked down at my hand and waved it about. I could see it. Shiit!

"Well... I'll see you all at school!" I rushed as I sped past them all, my long black hair flying out behind me.

"Zabini! Hey, Zabini!" I could hear someone call out behind me. Ohhhhh, they were getting louder! I burst into the first compartment I could find and slammed the door shut, locking it. I saw flashes of red, brown and black go by and sighed in relief, leaning against the compartment door.

"Bailey Laurel Zabini! What did you do this time?" I jumped and fell to the floor. I scowled at Blaise and tugged his leg out from under him. "Ow! What was that for?"

"For making me fall, jerk," I answered, getting up and dusting myself off.

"This is amusing and all, but could you please not fall on my feet next time?"

I rolled my eyes. "Amusing? Hardly. Hilarious? Definitely. But falling on your feet? Draco, that wasn't on purpose,"

He just scoffed. "Sure, sure..." I sat down across from him. Blaise made a whining sound.

"What is it, you deprived child?" I smirked.

"I'm waiting,"

"For what?"

"You to help me up,"

"Never gonna happen," I said while pushing him away with my foot.

"Hey! New cloth- Oh No! Parkinson!"

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