AN: I can't seem to get over this writers block. Also, I have the plot all worked out, but I don't know why it's so hard for me to write it all out. Oh! Woe is me!

Why Isn't This Story Going Anywhere?

Blaise POV

With generous application tongue, he takes all he can into his mouth. I watch his lips, helplessly unable to look away.

My god, that boy likes cake.

"Zabini. Zabini!" I'm knocked out of my stupor by Goyle violently shaking my shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"Watching the horrifyingly, brutal rape of a pastry at the hands of Vincent." I say still not totally recovered. Goyle lets out what could be called a snicker, but I'm sure he has no idea what I'm talking about.

"So, anyway," Goyle says, "that's when I told my mom to fuck off. That bitch can't tell me what to do. Death Eaters only care about power anyway; fucking grades don't matter." Goyle makes an angry gesture in the air and laughs. "Wanna know what I told her next!"

"I can probably guess," I reply "but why don't you go ahead and tell me." Although I want nothing more than for Goyle to shut the fuck up, I'm not suicidal. Crabbe may be a born lap dog, but Goyle only takes shit from Malfoy.

"I told her to go fuck herself." Goyle said proudly.

It takes all my willpower to just smile and nod.

This is ridiculous. I have no idea how I got stuck babysitting the wonder-twins in the first place, and I can't get seem to shake them off. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. I've long since mastered the art of ignoring Goyle's verbal diarrhea while doing my work. But I'm due to meet Ron in a few minutes, and there is no way I'm missing that just because Draco needed some "alone time" with Pansy.

Suddenly there is a ray of hope. I see Knot entering the common room from the corner of my eye; I gesture for him to come save me. Of course, he just ignores it. Bastard. I make a mental note to jinx his bed the next time I have a chance.

Before I can even send an evil glair in Knot's direction, Goyle resumes with his story."…so she starts crying, but that's not even the best part! My dad comes home, and…" While Goyle drones on, I frantically look for some escape. There's none to be found.

Fuck. I didn't want to do it like this, but looks like it's my only option.

"Crabbe, Goyle." I shout in my best Malfoy impression. I easily capture their attention. "I've got to go. I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast." Two puppy dog eyes look back at me.

"You're going to bed then?" Crabbe said, cake crumbs fall from his mouth with every word.

"Mmm" I answered nonchalantly.

"Okay, we're tired too. Draco didn't say we have to wait up for him." Goyle says.

"No. I'm heading out. You two do what you want." This time I didn't wait for a response; I just turned around and headed for the door. So much for discretion; can this get any worse?

"Going out after curfew Zabini?" I turn to see Knot in a chair across the Common room entrance. I forgot he was even in the room. "That's against the rules, isn't it?" Knot continues.

"Thankfully, it's nothing that you need to concern yourself with Knot." I reply.

Fantastic. Crabbe and Goyle I wasn't too worried about, but Knot could be a problem. Going out is probably a stupid thing to do at this point, but there is no way I'm missing out on tonight.

Throwing caution to the wind, I head out the door.