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

Chapter Seven: Quidditch Season

"LYRA!" Nat yelled. Lyra bolted up from her bed and hit her head on the headboard, groaning.

"Was that necessary? Also, it's like 7:00 in the morning!" She complained.

"Quidditch Tryouts!" Nat yelled again, pulling on her jersey.

That got Lyra up. "Shit! I promised Draco that I'll go watch!"

Natasha looked at her in amusement. "Draco? Draco Malfoy?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows and winking at her.

Lyra swatted Nat as she rushed around, trying to get together an outfit. "Not like that, you dimwitt!" she laughed.

Nat just nodded slowly. "Sure," she drawled.

"Do you have those grey felt heels I gave you?" Lyra asked, shaking her head.

"Yeah. Why?" Nat asked. Although it was rhetorical. She knew why. Lyra was gonna wear them.

"Kay. Thanks," Lyra said, catching the shoes without even turning around.

In about 10 minutes, she came out of the bathroom-all dressed. She had on a fitted green sweater, fitted grey sweatpants, grey felt heels, and some light make up.

"You're wearing that?!" Nat shrieked as Lyra stepped out of the bathroom.

Lyra cocked her head, folding her pyjamas on her bed- it was a lacy black and some silver . "Why? Is something wrong?" She asked, glancing at her watch. It was about 30 minutes until the tryouts.

Nat nodded vigorously. "Everyone'll be staring at you!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up.

Lyra was silent before she burst out laughing. "Hun, I know I'm hot. I know I have a great body. That's why I'm gonna wear this, Idiot!" she laughed.

"Oh..." Nat blushed.

"Okay then. Let's go! I'm starving!" Lyra tugged her best friend out of the dorm and pulled her to the Great Hall.

"Calderon!" Lyra and Nat's heads both turned at the sound of the voice. Theo was waving at them to sit with the boys- Blaise, Draco, and him. Along with the everyone in Slytherin that was trying out.

Lyra and Nat-who was wearing an oversized sweater, jeans, and green heels- strutted over, plopping down on the benches. Lyra beside Blaise and Nat in front of Theo.

The moment Lyra sat down, all heads turned. Most looking where they shouldn't be. Whistles rang out as she bended over, catching Nat's wand that was falling out of her jean pocket.

"Nat-" Lyra started. But before she could stand back up, a boy slapped her arse, making Blaise, Draco, Theo, and Nat all pull out their wands, aiming it at the 6th year.

"Nice arse," the boy said, laughing.

Lyra's sharp blue eyes hardened as she swiftly turned around and punched him in the face, effectively breaking his nose with a satisfying crack.

"Excuse you," she spat out harshly, glaring at the boy.

"You just started something you can't win, doll," the(creepy) 6th year warned, holding his nose.

The other Slytherins- along with the Great Hall was quiet.

Lyra scoffed, putting a hand on her waist. "Oh really?" she taunted. "Because someone who just broke their nose by me can definitely win," she scoffed, sitting back down next to Blaise.

"You're nothing but fake beauty, doll. Wipe that makeup off your face and we'll see if you're confident then," he whispered threateningly. He got up in Lyra's face, making her uncomfortable.