This Is All Your Fault!.
Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter or any of the characters they belong to JK Rowling.
She ran down the hall, her shoes echoing on the old stone floor.
"I'm late! McGonagall is going to kill me," she muttered while trying to stuff the rest of her things into her book bag. She dropped her hairbrush on the ground and bent to pick it up, but someone else beat her to it.
She turned and saw Blaise holding her brush in his hands. He handed it to her and she took it from him, beginning to walk again. "You're running late this morning," he commented. She nodded in response. He stepped in front of her and stood still.
"Talk to me," he ordered.
"Move, Blaise, I'm late for class," she replied, annoyed. She gave him a withering look. He just smiled back at her.
"Someone's grumpy this morning. Did Draco not give you your morning kiss or something?" he asked her cheekily. She glared at him. He started to laugh but moved out of her way so she could continue walking.
She ignored him and started to walk once more.
Suddenly he ran past her "Come on, you better get a move on or you'll miss transfiguration altogether!" he shouted behind him. He walked into Transfiguration and she stumbled in behind him a minute later. The whole class turned to look at the disruption. Professor McGonagall looked at them angrily.
"Zabini, Parkinson, you're late," she announced. "You have both earned yourselves a detention with me tonight. Six o'clock sharp," she ordered, giving them both a disapproving look.
"Please take your seats," she said before turning her attention back to the class.
Pansy heard a few people sniggering and turning, she glared at Blaise.
"This is all your fault!" she whispered angrily.
"You will pay for this later," she promised.
"I'm looking forward to it, sweetheart," he replied, winking at her. Pansy rolled her eyes and took her seat with the rest of the Slytherins so she didn't get into any more trouble.