Honey, Honey
“SLYTHERIN” The hat called, having not considered him for anything else. As Blaise got off the stool, he walked over confidently to the table, feeling eyes on the back of his head. Once he settled down next to Theodore Nott, he noticed that the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on was staring at him.
She had the most gorgeous raven-haired locks, with a noticeable red streak. It was darker than the signature orangey hue of the Weasley family and stood out against the dark locks. A heart-shaped face with soft-looking pouty lips and bright green eyes that shined in the candlelight. A glance at her hairline and his thought was confirmed, Cordelia Potter-Black had been admiring him. The Girl-Who-Lived or so the wizarding world claimed had noticed him of all people
“Why are you staring at Potter?” Draco Malfoy spits, glaring at the small raven-haired girl, much to Blaise, Theo, and Daphne’s amusement. For half the train ride they had to endure him saying ‘I’ll be friends with Cordelia Potter and we’ll run Hogwarts.’ and other things; when she turned down his hand; he started calling her a half-blood and a blood traitor.
“I was just curious Malfoy, don’t get your knickers in a twist,” Blaise responds, rolling his eyes subtly at the Malfoy Heir. Theo snorts behind his hand and Daphne gives Malfoy a disgusted look. “Now why don’t you tell Parkinson about the Malfoy family tree, she was asking about it on the train?” He suggests, causing Draco to straighten up and turn to that pug, Pansy Parkinson. Throughout dinner, Blaise kept glancing at the Potter Heiress, and he managed to catch her eye once, and what gorgeous eyes they were. He was screwed, he knew he was falling quickly and his mother always told him a Zabini falls hard or they don’t fall at all.
“Is it just me or is the Headmaster mad?” Daphne questions, glancing at the man who told them to trot as if they were horses.
“Oh definitely,” Theo agrees, giving her a distinct nod. The prefects start gathering them to go to Slytherin House and Blaise sneaks one last glance at the raven-haired heiress in the lion’s den, with a single thought on his mind.
Cordelia Potter-Black, I hope one day to steal your heart