Author's Notes: Short little odd-for-me pairing drabble for silver-nightstorm and You're Amyzing.
Parvati looked up from the book she was reading, and narrowed her eyes when she saw Blaise Zabini standing over her. She preferred working in the library to the common room, but it did have the unfortunate side effect of making it possible for people she did not want to see to find her.
"What?" she asked. Blaise did not talk to her. Blaise did not talk to Gryffindors. Blaise did not talk to anyone.
He raised one eyebrow and sat down on the table, shoving her homework out of the way. "That's not very polite, you know."
"Sod off, Zabini, I'm working."
"That's not very polite either." His voice was dry and sardonic. "Is that really any way to address your date to the Yule ball?"
"What are you on about?" she snapped. Zabini had certainly never asked her to the Yule ball. Her face grew slightly as she glared at him and he stared back.
"The Yule ball," he repeated, looking at her as though she were an idiot. "You know, that celebration of having a lot of strangers in our school? The only thing anyone's been talking about?"
"I bloody know what the Yule Ball is, Zabini! Why are you asking me?"
He looked perplexed. "What?"
"Look, I don't know what sort of game you think you're playing," Parvati snapped, face burning now, as she stood up and gathered her books, shoving them into her bag, "but I don't want any part of it. Knowing you, I'll bet you'd stand me up or something!"
With that, she turned on her heel and stamped out of the library.
Blaise sat on the table, looking after her, an expression of utter confusion on his face, and wondered why on earth Padma was behaving so much like her sister…