Blaise set his wine aside and chuckled, "Be pampered like Malfoy? No, Pansy. That's not why I was jealous. I've always thought your hair was beautiful, the way it catches the light. Malfoy never seemed to think your head belonged in his lap." Or maybe he did, but just not resting there. Blaise was never sure what they got up to in private and it wasn't his business. "I was jealous because it was such a waste."