She'd set up the appointment months ago when the spa had first opened and had forgotten about it until Felicity Woodhouse reminded her by mentioning she had been in last week. Tracey would have just cancelled, but a large part of her wanted to snoop. Pansy's spa was doing well, and apparently it was the place to go now. It was so in. She was here with Lorelai today. All of the Liberi Ladies had been raving about the place - even if it was being run by Cormac's castoff now.

Tracey was looking around the lobby when she spotted a familiar face and ducked behind a potted plant.

Blaise was dropping off a fruit basket Hannah had put together for Pansy. She had insisted on it after he had told her they'd made up of a sort. He wasn't stupid enough to ask to see Pansy, because he knew the spa was a bit busy. After he had left the basket off, he turned to leave, but stopped when he saw Tracey in the lobby.

"Tracey Davis. Oh, I'm sorry, Goyle. What are you doing lurking around here?"

Tracey sighed. "I am not lurking, Blaise. I am here with a friend, and we have appointments."

She really did not want to deal with anyone from her past today. It was why she was glad that the spa was busy and it had been mentioned to another patron where Tracey could overhear that Pansy was not seeing anyone today. She had not anticipated running across Blaise, however. She'd heard through the grapevine that he and his mudblood were engaged now. It was a supreme effort on Tracey's part to keep the look of disgust from her face.

His eyebrow rose. "Well isn't that just cute. You have friends. Plan on leaving them whenever the fuck you want as well?"

"Is everything all right, Tracey," Lorelai asked as she walked back up. "I got us a private room for the whole day. Apparently, Parkinson will let anyone who can afford it in here. Ooooo, who's your friend?"

"Careful, Lorelai, Blaise Zabini is engaged to the mu-um, baker in Hogsmeade."

"Oh," Lorelai replied, making a knowing face. "I'll be in the room when you are ready, Tracey."

Blaise glared at the other woman next to Tracey. "If you have a problem with me or who I'm with, say it to my face. That goes to you too Tracey. Bitch about it to my face."

Lorelai gave Tracey a wide-eyed look before heading to the private room.

"What if I do, Blaise? Would it matter? Does it ever matter with you and Draco? Would you stop?"

He snorted. "Of course not. I didn't say that I would stop. I just wish you wouldn't go behind my back and say it. I'm tired of guessing if someone's going to kill me because I'm not staying true to the pureblood ways."

"You and Draco have always been rebellious, Blaise. This is not the time for it, and I wish you would see that. There are better things out there for those who abide by the old ways."

"Oh really?" Blaise said with a smirk. "You know, to me it seems like you've gotten the worse deal. I've got a wonderful fiance, I've got a wonderful job, and I've just found my family. You abandoned us, your husband died, you ended up in jail, and you're alone. I think I'm doing just fine."

"That wasn't Val's fault or mine," Tracey hissed, trying to keep her voice down. "They killed him. The kind of blood that runs through that little worker bee you are tying yourself to. Her kind did this to me."

He scoffed. "Oh stop blaming everyone else for your bad decisions. Your life went to hell when you walked this path. Stop your bitching."

"Oh so you and Draco are the only ones allowed to complain about your lives all the time. I see. It must be so easy for you now that dear old mummy is out of the way. She's probably turning in her grave at what you are doing, but that's a bonus for you, isn't it? Those that don't abide, pay, Blaise. Just ask Theo. They can take everything from you."

She tried to walk past him.

Blaise'd had it with Tracey's shit and snapped. He grabbed Tracey's arm and slammed her against a nearby wall. "Are you threatening me?" he murmured, glaring at her.

Her eyes were wide. "Get your hands off of me. How dare you touch me like that."

She'd have the mudblood killed. She would. Have her taken. She could see how long that cheerful disposition lasted when the filthy little ray of sunshine was making cauldrons or brooms all day long instead of biscuits.

"I dare because I used to know you, Trace. Until you got involved with them, you were actually a decent human being. I never thought I'd say this to you, but I'm going to enjoy watching you fail."

Blaise shoved her into the wall again before letting go of her arm. "And don't ever threaten me or my family ever again. You don't know what I'm capable of."

"You don't know what I am capable of either," she said before leaving and going to the private room.

He stared at her icily as she disappeared from view. Blaise hated to make a new enemy out of an old friend, but he had no choice.

Tracey slammed into the room.

"Everything all right," Lorelai asked. "You look upset."

"Tell Megan to go ahead if she wants to dispose of the mudblood."

"The baker? The beloved Hannah of Hogsmeade? Are you certain you wish to call down that particular thunder, Tracey?"

Tracey rubbed her arm where she would certainly have a bruise later.

Yes, Maeve. Make him pay for all the slights against us both.

"Yes. In fact, perhaps we should all have tea at the Park. I think it was time I went home for a while. I am growing bored with the hotel. Yes, I think perhaps a tea. Extend an invitation to Megan."


Summary: Blaise and Tracey have a run-in at Choyer.