Okay, this is a very late update, but it’s an update anyhow.

Sorry to let you wait so long.

I just had an inspiration burst this week. Remarkably, this always seems to happen when I’ve got a bunch of tests from school…odd…

Anyway, this chapter sort of focuses on Harry and Blaise and Seamus.

And I don’t own anything except the plot. I think.

Harry doubted he could do anything to stop Hermione or Pansy from their annoying, match-making antics.

Not that he wouldn’t thank them if they managed to get him and Draco together, but he saw rather little chances of succeeding.

He thought of neither Hermione nor Pansy that sly, even though Pansy should’ve had at least that quality, being a Slytherin and all that.

Anyways, he wasn’t just going to wait around until the girls either succeeded or decided to give up.

No, Harry Potter was going to make some sort of plan on his own to get his Draco.

He just forgot one thing, he wasn’t great at making evil schemes.

He had a feeling it would not be a piece of cake, as they say…

Speaking of cake- ‘Ron! Let’s go for a kitchen raid!’ he yelled across the common room.

Ron had been in some kind of discussion with Seamus, who looked extremely relieved at the interruption.

Ron glared once more at the Irish boy before walking over to Harry quite cheerfully.

‘Of course, I’m always up for a little snack!’ he said and the two left the common room.

They talked a little about the last Potions class, and once they got to the kitchens, Harry voiced his question.

‘So, what were you and Seamus arguing about?’ Before Ron could answer, though, a bunch of house-elves flung themselves at their feet.

‘Young Master Potter, young Master Weasley! You must not come here!’ one of them squeaked disapprovingly.

Another one pushed the house-elf aside. ‘What can we do for young Masters?’ he asked politely. ‘She’s new!’ he whispered hurriedly after that, in an apologising tone.

‘Well, I was thinking, do you have any of that cake left, that was served at dinner tonight?’

The house-elf shook his head sadly. ‘We is sorry, but young Malfoy comes and takes all. Says he has a party, so we better serve him.’

‘Malfoy,’ Ron grunted acidly. ‘I was so looking forward to it, too!’

‘Do you have pumpkin pastries, then?’ Harry asked the distraught house-elf.

The elf bustled around and quickly returned with a platter full of pastries.

‘Thanks,’ Ron grabbed a pastrie and took a bite.

Harry turned to his curiously. ‘Well?’ he asked.

‘It was about that Zabini. You know Seamus ahs being seeing him almost every night now. And no-one, I repeat no-one, spends that much time with someone just for homework.’

‘Really? I hadn’t really paid attention to it. But they do have a lot of projects together.’

‘Is that a reason for him to act like he’s in love or something? He’s practically on fire when Zabini comes near him.’

‘So what if he is in love with Zabini? Do you have something against him being a boy?’

Ron laughed. ‘Of course not. It’s just that it’s Zabini. I mean, he could’ve picked some Gryffindor, or even Ravenclaw. But it’s a Slytherin, Harry.’

He had a point, but Harry was sure that Seamus wouldn’t like Zabini if he was a complete bastard, not to mention evil.

Besides, Zabini was one of Draco’s friends, and since he liked Draco, he couldn’t really blame Seamus. After all, knowing someone that knows someone can come in handy when you’re planning a get-together scheme.

He told Ron his thoughts about Seamus, who agreed with it.

‘I guess you’re right. I’m just scared for Seamus is all.’

When they were back in the common room, Ron wanted to go and apologize to Seamus, who wasn’t there anymore.

Dean told them he went to see Zabini. Harry wondered if they were real boyfriends or just studied a lot.

The very next day, when Harry and Ron were sitting at breakfast, quite peacefully, hell broke loose.

Zabini stormed into the Great Hall, Seamus close behind him, yelling things at him.

‘Stop, Blaise!’ he panted when Zabini had stopped in front of Harry and Ron.

He whipped out his wand and pointed it at Ron’s face. Ron swallowed thickly with righteous fear.

‘If you EVER say as much anything offending and stupid as ‘but it’s just wrong,’ I will personally make sure you’ll never see daylight again.’ He then hexed Ron and stalked off.

‘DETENTION ZABINI!’ McGonagall called after him furiously.

Ron tried to say something- but his mouth was gone.

It looked kind of freaky.

‘Maybe you should take him to the hospital wing, Potter.’ McGonagall suggested.

Harry nodded, staring at Ron’s rather large chin.

‘What was that all about, Seamus?’ Neville asked during lunch, referring to the Zabini-incident. Word had spread around fast.

Seamus blushed a little. ‘Well, err, you see…Me and Ron had a fight about him and he didn’t really like what Ron said about him, so-‘ ‘But why were you fighting in the first place?’ Hermione interrupted. ‘ Seamus and Blaise are dating!’ Dean exclaimed happily.

Neville and several others blinked confused. ‘Blaise Zabini, the Slytherin Blaise Zabini, who just hexed my brother?’ Ginny asked, having only heard that last statement.

‘We just stated that, my dear Red-headed ex-girlfriend.’ Dean giggled. Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes. Dean was a nutter, positively.

‘But, why?’ Ginny asked, ignoring him.

‘Maybe because they like each other?’ Dean sighed, ‘I thought that much was obvious.’

‘He can speak for himself, you know.’ Hermione said, slightly irritated.

‘I know,’ Dean replied,’ But I’m the one who made it all happen. Perhaps I should help you and whatsername.’ Hermione narrowed her eyes. ‘Perhaps.’ She stood up. ‘But do try and be discreet.’ Seamus and Dean took one look at each other before bursting out in laughter. Hermione left for her Arithmancy class.

‘Dean, being discreet!’ Seamus chortled.

‘Gryffindorks…’ Blaise muttered as he and Draco and Pansy passed the Gryffindor table.

‘Slytherins…’ Seamus continued to laugh. ‘Coming with us? We’ve got double Potions together.’ Blaise paused in his step, waiting for an answer.

‘Yeah, yeah, wait a sec.’ Seamus grabbed his unfinished sandwich before getting up from the bench. Dean also got up and grabbed Harry’s arm, dragging him out of the hall behind the Slytherins and Seamus.

‘Good morning, Potter. Ready for Potions?’ Pansy greeted him. ‘I overheard Snape talking to Draco about the lesson, and while I don’t have any problems , you do. So I got thinking, maybe you should ask Draco to help you with it. He’s really good at Potions, you know.’

She wasn’t very subtle about it.

It was obvious to Harry as much as the next person that she was setting it all up. He found himself agreeing to study with Draco, though.

She would arrange it, she said.

Harry only absently noticed the smile on Draco’s face the rest of the day.

A/N

Next chapter hopefully will follow soon!!