Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling.
A/N: 20 minutes with Blaise challenge. Blaise is female.
Rumoured to be like the village broom, everybody had had a go.
Truth was – nobody had.
Was she going to tell any the truth?
Why should she?
Free press, and nobody questioned why she went in and out of the Slytherin common room at all times.
Blaise had long discovered that it didn’t matter what you really did, as long as people assumed you were doing it they would blame you anyway.
So she had kept her mouth shut when that wanker Flint had began to tell tales.
Did people really think she had that low standards?
Within a month she had done it with every male in Slytherin who had reached puberty, according to rumours.
Within two she had expanded to Ravenclaw.
It was enough for a boy to be seen in her company for a split second before the gossip began.
Ergo, Blaise was a loner.
She preferred that to actually setting people straight, and having to spend time with the Slytherin girls in her year. Or way, girls was too mild of a term for them. They were bloody amazons.
Amazons that she had no intention of crossing. She didn’t fancy herself with a broken nose, as so many other girls who had set their sight on Malfoy, had received from Bulstrode and Parkinson.
Blaise enjoyed her nose.
It felt funny at times to know that people thought she was more experienced than she was.
Most of the time it didn’t matter. If some guys wanted to lie and gain the extra experience in other’s minds she was okay with that.
Never let it be said of Blaise Zambini that she didn’t lend a helping hand to those in need of a better reputation.
Well, her hand wasn’t as helpful as to actually do what she was rumoured to be doing, but not denying anything helped them a lot as well.
The only thing she was mindful of was staying away from the Gryffindors.
A nice Slytherin girl didn’t need the hassle of being associated with Harry Potter.
Especially since it would make Malfoy furious.
It was too bad, really. But you didn’t cross the “prince” and live to tell the tale.
Instead she spent time in the Library and pondered what it would be like, to actually kiss a guy of own free will, and not like the first kiss that Flint had pushed on her.
What self-respecting guy wanted to spend actual time with the Slytherin whore?
And since she didn’t want one whom she’d already had in the rumours, and the only ones that left out was the Gryffindors…
She suspected she wouldn’t know until she was out of Hogwarts.
Only two years to go. And since the situation was getting more and more tense, it wasn’t really the time to fantasize about what she was going to do with the Gryffindors when she caught them later.
Needlessly to say, Blaise had a very good imagination, and had the time to read lots of useful books. The Gryffindors weren’t going to know what hit them, until it was too late.
Slytherin cunning - a new way.