What: Being Best friendy.
Where: Sixth year Slytherin room.
Rating: PG for talk of womanly parts.
Adrian scheduled a break from his studies specifically so he could catch up with Blaise. Figuring he was most likely lounging on his bed, book in hand, Adrian knocked on his door and peeked his head inside. "Zabini!"
Much like he was almost every night, Blaise avoiding his schoolwork. He had just completed a good round of 'try to make Malfoy's shoes levitate so high his short arse can't reach them', when a familiar voice greeted him. He looked up to see Adrian's smirk. Blaise snorted, "Not doing something Headboy-ey tonight?"
"Ha!" he barked and partially closed the door. "Marietta didn't mention anything, but if I do, we'll hear her screaming shortly." He grabbed a chair and sat. "What have you been up to lately?"
Blaise raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Yanking Su's chain and pissing off Snape and Sprout. I'd say it's been a good week. Yourself?"
"No potatoes at dinner. Been a horrible one," he replied, browsing the articles on Blaise's desk. "Marks decent?"
Blaise rolled his eyes, "As always." Blaise laughted to himself, "It's not that I care about marks, I just get good ones because of complete boredom."
"Could be flying, you know," he offered. He was going to miss captain-mode. "Girls? What about girls? Any you're going to keep in touch with over the summer?"
"I was never good at Quidditch by choice." Blaise frowned. "My girl luck has been zero, not out of the ordinary."
"You're not gay, are you?" Adrian piped up, brow raised.
Blaise was taken aback for a moment, then shrugged, "What do you think?" Adrian deserved to be messed with.
He shrugged. "You and Zach were getting friendly on the internets."
Blaise threw his head back and laughed, "You bloody fucker! However irresistable Smith may be, I'm no pouf!" He continued to laugh.
Adrian was immediately relieved. "Ha, well, you know, I knew that. Just wanted to make sure you weren't jumping tracks." He stood up and picked a book off of Blaise's desk. "Potions." He tossed it onto the bed. "Study, and I'll be back later. That is, if Marietta let's me."
Blaise smiled, "Even if I'm not a pouf, you're still whipped."
"Completely." He smoothed the front of his robe. "You'll be in my shoes, eventually." He started out the door. "It's not that bad, really. I don't have to make any decisions. And she has breasts."
Blaise shook his head, "Well now that I see it has three advantages, I may look harder."