Stay Away From Me ~Blaise Zabini~

I looked all over the place and I couldn't find any Blaise Zabini love stories. So I wrote one myself!
Character Info:
Name: Arabella Waters
Age: 14
House: Gryffindor
Status: PureBlood
The story starts on the Hogwarts Express, at the beginning of Arabella's fourth year.

Chapter 1

First Glance

The door to my compartment slid open. "Belle!" I heard someone say.
I looked up from my book and saw my three best friends.

"Harry, Ron, Hermione!" I said happily. I stood and helped them with their trunks. The train rumbled and started forward as we sat down.

"How was your summer?" Hermione asked.

"Pretty okay." I replied. "How was yours?"

I listened to all of their stories of the holidays, then decided to continue my book when the compartment door slid open.
"Hey there, Potter." Draco Malfoy leaned in, glaring at us all. Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini were both standing in the hall. Parkinson looked amused, but Zabini looked rather bored. "Have a nice summer with your filthy muggles?"

Harry was about to say something, but I cut him off: "Go away, Malfoy." I said calmly, still reading my book.

"I'm sorry, Waters. Didn't notice you there. You're so plain you blend right into the walls." Malfoy spat.

"Really, Malfoy. Go find someone who cares. I'm trying to finish this book." I said, glaring at him. Zabini looked up at me, curiosity in his eyes. Malfoy looked stunned; he was used to people getting worked up from his taunts, but I kept my voice nice and even.

"I'd watch your mouth if I were you, Waters." Malfoy sneered.

"Or what? You'll run and tell Daddy? Move along, Malfoy. I'm not afraid to hex you." I said flatly. Now he was glaring at me, along with Parkinson. Zabini looked like he wanted to laugh. A small smile played on his lips. Malfoy stormed off, Parkinson at his heels. As he slid the door closed, Zabini smiled at me, the first time I had ever seen him smiling.

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The train slowed to a stop and we pulled into Hogsmeade Station. Harry, Ron, Hermione and I all piled into a carige and rode up to the school. Malfoy and Parkinson glared at me as they slipped into the Great Hall. I realized that I had lost my friends in the crowd, and was surrounded by Slytherins. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"I believe you're table's over there." I voice said in my ear. I turned and saw Zabini looking down at me. He gave a slight smile and steered me towards the Gryffindor table. "There you go, madam." He whispered before dissapearing back into the crowd of Slytherins.

I scanned the table and found Harry, Ron and Hermione. I sat slipped down between Harry and Hermione and waited for the first years to be sorted. The few times I glanced at the Slytherin table, Zabini was looking back, his eyes full of confusion. I shook it off as something else and payed attention to Proffesor Dumbledore's speech.

" painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not that place this year." Dumbledore was saying.

"WHAT?" Harry gasped beside me. The rest of the Gryffindor team were mouthing soundlessly at Dumbledore, who continued with his speech:

"This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' energy - but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasue announcing the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

The students all began to chatter in hushed tones. I stole a glance at Zabini, and a spark of excitment filled his eyes. He was talking with Malfoy quickly.

"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts," Dumbledore continued, "the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restiction on the contenders this year. Only students who are of age - that is to say, seventeen years or older - will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration." Many people groaned and protested. Dumbledore held up a hand, and dismissed is all to bed.

On the way out of the hall, I took one final glance back at Zabini. He looked disapointed, but still smiled slightly when he saw me looking. He gave a small nod and a wink, and was once more swallowed by the crowd of Slytherins.


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