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

Chapter Eleven: Maybe Not Everything is Horrible

Lyra's POV:

I was devastated. I mean, they knew. They fucking knew. And they still said yes to Pucey. That was what stung the most. They knew and they still said yes. They said it was "For the better good. Lyrana Abella, we need to continue our line of pure-bred purebloods. The Pucey's are a respectable pure-blood family with a certain amount of wealth. This might be your only chance of marrying someone." They thought I wasn't capable of marrying someone of my own free will! The nerve!

Was I not important to them? Oh, who am I kidding. Of course I'm not.

This was literally the last straw. They never told me about Heir Vaillancourt. The little first year student was Devin Vaillancourt. Apparently he was my cousin. And apparently, I did have an uncle.

Now I'm broke. Literally. All the gold, inheritance money, and vaults... everything went to that stupid little boy. I have nothing.

My house? His! Furniture? His! Jewels? His! Horses? Pets? Items? All his! And I searched. Is there any way to get something that's mine? No. There isn't. When I graduate, I have absolutely nothing. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero.

And there's the fact that I'm betrothed to Pucey until a.) My darling father let's it go. B.) Pucey's father let's it go. C.) My uncle let's it go. D.) My parents die, my uncle dies, and the little first year let's it go for me. Or, my personal favourite, E.) Everyone that is in my family dies and I get to let myself go.

But none of those will probably happen.

So, I'm smoking on the Astronomy Tower at 2:00 A.M in the morning, trying to kill myself slowly. And painfully. By filling my lungs up with toxic smoke.

"I fucking hate life," I muttered, throwing a rock down the Astronomy Tower ledge.

"Hey, me too," a voice agreed.

And I swear, I almost fell off the tower and choked on my cigar. Yes. Cigar. Not cigarette.

"What the fuck!" I whispered, whipping my head to the door.

Then, from the shadows, Blaise Zabini came out, holding a bottle of what I presumed to be vodka or firewhiskey. And I swear, my heart did a little dance.

"I'm gonna join you," he stated, sitting down on the ledge beside me without permission.

I just hummed, breathing in some smoke from my cigar. "What brings you out here at 2:00 A.M?" I asked him.

"Same thing as you. Life," he responded, opening the bottle of-now I knew-firewhiskey.

I pointed my cigar at him. "That's always a reasonable reason." before smoking once again.

Blaise just tipped his head back and gulped down a mouthful of the fiery liquid. "Didn't know you smoked cigars," he pointed out, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

I drily laughed. "Well... at least it's healthier than cigarettes."

He hummed in agreement.

We were silent, watching the stars in the night sky.

Then, he broke it. "She misses you, you know," he hummed.

"Who?" I asked, but already knew the answer.

Blaise rolled his eyes and scoffed. "You-know-who," he deadpanned. "Who do you think?! It's Calderon."

"I know. I just can't face anyone. Do you know how hard it is when all of a sudden, your parents who usually ignore your existence suddenly write to you, telling you that you're betrothed?" I asked, waving my hand to get rid of the smoke. "It's bloody hard. I think I have wrinkles on my forehead from scowling," I exclaimed, flipping my curls over my left shoulder.