"How's studying going?" Pansy asks, taking a seat across from Blaise.
"Good, how's the pranking war going?" Blaise asks, smirking at her.
Pansy rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out at him. "It's going. What's the deal with you and the twins?" she asks, grinning at him.
"What are you talking about?" Blaise asks, shrugging his shoulders.
"You can't lie to me, Zabini. I know you're crushing on one of them," she says, smirking at him.
"I'm not crushing on anyone. I'm just... admiring their work," Blaise says, shrugging his shoulders again. He can't stop himself from blushing though.
"Mhm," Pansy says, nodding her head.
"You don't believe me?" Blaise asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I believe you're admiring their work, but I also believe that you have a crush on one of them," she says, grinning at him.
"I do not," Blaise says, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You do too," she says, grinning at him.
"Fine, I have a crush on one of them. Happy?" Blaise asks, glaring at her.
"Which one?" she asks, smirking at him.
"I'm not telling you that," Blaise says, glaring at her.
"Fine, I'll guess. Fred?" she asks, smirking at him.
"No," Blaise says, shaking his head.
"George?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
"No," Blaise says, rolling his eyes.
"I'm going to keep guessing until I get it right," Pansy says, grinning at him.
"You're going to be here all night if you don't stop," Blaise replies, grinning at her.
"So, which one is it?" she asks, smirking at him.
"I'm not telling you," Blaise says, rolling his eyes.
"Fred, obviously," Pansy says, smiling at him.
"No!" Blaise says, laughing at her.