What Have You Done to Me? (Blaise Zabini/oc fanfiction)

Chapter Two

"Seriously?!" Natasha screeched as Lyra finished telling her story.

"Yes!" Lyra screeched back.

"Do you know what we could use that for?!" Natasha exclaimed excitedly.

Lyra got a glint in her sharp blue eyes.

"BLACKMAIL!" both girls screamed. They laughed madly, not even hearing their compartment door open.

"Hello, ladies," a cool voice drawled.

Lyra suddenly straightened and dusted herself off the floor, her face expressionless as she faced the group. "Can't say I'm excited to see you, Zabini," she drawled.

Draco snorted. "You're never excited to see him, Ly," he said.

Lyra just stood and crossed her arms over her chest as Draco, Blaise, Daphne, and Theo stood in the doorway.

"Gonna let us in anytime, Vaillancourt?" Draco snapped.

"Oh! By all means, enter, my prince," Lyra snapped back sarcastically. She bowed low to the floor and gestured to the compartment.

"Whatever," Draco muttered.

Lyra rolled her eyes as she straightened and hugged Daphne.

"You're such a kiss-ass," Blaise stated.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"Excusez-moi?," Lyra reeled back in shock.

Blaise rolled his eyes. "You always act so up-tight in front of the parents," he murmured, looking down at his nails.

Lyra scoffed. "Well, would you like me to act like that to you?" she asked, her French accent thick.

Blaise looked up, his eyes twinkling. "Je suis désolé, je ne peux pas te comprendre à cause de ton accent," he said in French.

"If we can understand her, Zabini, you can too," Natasha snapped at him.

"When'd you learn French, spaniard?" Blaise retorted.

"Hey! Don't call her that!" Daphne exclaimed, defending her friend.

"Don't get me started on you, Greengrass," he muttered.

"Mieux vaut surveiller vos prochains mots, Zabini," Lyra warned, getting up from her seat.

"Oooh! I'm so scared," Blaise deadpanned.

Lyra's eyes blazed as her mouth twisted into a sneer. She raised her wand and was about to hit him with a jinx when the compartment door opened.

Lyra sighed exasperatedly. "Who in the name of Salazar is- PARKINSON?!" she screeched, her blue eyes wide and her jaw clenched.

"Hello, Vaillancourt," Pansy said snobbishly. "I heard everyone was sitting here. DRACO!" she screeched as she ran into the compartment and leeched herself onto Draco.

"Well then, invite yourself in. Obviously no one would care," Lyra muttered, making Natasha and Blaise snort in amusement.

"I missed you!" Parkinson wailed, batting her eyes.

"I-uh-sure," Draco scrunched his nose in disgust, trying to move away from the leech.

"Well...." Lyra sat back down, looking at her watch. "I believe we should change. We're almost there."

"Shut up, Lyra!" Pansy screeched.

Lyra's head snapped towards Pansy and took a step forward. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Shut up! No one cares!" she screeched again.

Lyra's hand twitched as she took another step forward. "Did I do something to, god forbid, offend, you, Parkinson?" Lyra asked with a sarcastic smile.

"You talked over me when I was talking to Drakey-poo!" she exclaimed.

Lyra clenched her jaw and balled up a fist. She swung it back, only to be intercepted by Blaise.

"Ooh kay. We should go change like Lyra said," he gave a knowing glance towards Draco.

"Of course, Blaise," Pansy squealed, batting her eyelashes.

Lyra just gaped at her stupidity. "You-"

"Your welcome! Let's go change," Natasha pulled Lyra out of the compartment and into another compartment.

Lyra forced open the doors and walked in.

"Hey! This is our compartment!" a boy exclaimed.

Lyra glared at him. "Do I look like I care?" she sneered at him.

"Get out!" another girl yelled.

"You dare speak to me like that? I'm the only heiress of the Vaillancourt Family," Lyra started.

"Okay. Just go out. All of you," Natasha pointed her wand at the three kids, glaring at them.

They gulped and scurried out.

"See? Not hard... did you get a tan?" Natasha looked at Lyra.

Lyra hummed in response, taking out her uniform while she locked the door and closed the blinds.

"Where'd you go?" Natsha asked, changing out of her oversized green sweater and black jeans.

"Uh. Summer house in Barbados I think. Nice beach. Nice tan. Too many muggles," Lyra answered, pulling off her top and jeans.

"Parents?" Natasha asked, pulling on her white blouse and black skirt.

Lyra frowned. "You know that they weren't there, Nat," she muttered. She slipped on her own white blouse and black skirt.

"Where'd they go?" Natasha asked. The brown-haired girl pulled on her knee length black socks and dark-almost black-green three inch chunky heels.

"French Ministry ball I believe," Lyra sat down to pull on her black socks and slip on black four-inch heels. "Said something about not being back for a week." she untied her hair and waved her wand over it, making it braid into 2 loose dutch braids hanging down her back. "Apparently for them, a week is two months. Some kind of bloody parents they are," Lyra scoffed as she waved her wand again, making mascara, perfect eye-liner, bronzer, and nude pink lipstick to appear on her face.

"You should've just floo-ed over to Spain. Spend time with me, you know," Natasha winked at her best friend, tying her wavy hair into a low ponytail and swiping some red lip-gloss on her lips.

"As if! I don't want to be stuck with two babies who cry every. Single. Day," Lyra deadpanned. She flicked her sunglasses over her eyes and picked up her clothes, opening the door to the compartment. "Coming?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Natasha sighed and walked out of the compartment with Lyra, putting her sunglasses on her head. 

Translations:

Je suis désolé, je ne peux pas te comprendre à cause de ton accent: I'm sorry. I can't understand you because of your accent. 

Mieux vaut surveiller vos prochains mots, Zabini: Better watch your next words, Zabini

Author's Note: Heyyy! I'm back. Again. Hope you like the story so far. This was more of a filler chapter. Question of the day: Who's your favourite character so far?

-Dominique M.