FIC: Normality is an overrated concept, NC17 - Chapter One
Title: Normality is an overrated concept
Username: Anonymous
Chapter: Chapter One
Pairing(s): Blaise/Ginny/Draco
Rating: NC17
Chapter Word Count: 2,825
Disclaimer: The characters of Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling. We're only borrowing them. Chapter titles are songs or lyrics and are property of the musicians. Quotes or literature used are also notated as not mine.
Summary: You cannot make peace with terrorists. The normal dividing lines between war and peace do not apply. - Ulrich Beck. Ever wonder what happened at Hogwarts during Deathly Hallows…
Author Notes: AU for epilogue and parts of DH.
Chapter One
No rest for the wicked. - Godsmack
He Apparated to Annwn, the Nott estate in Southern Wales, with a firm plan in mind, one he knew Theo would approve of. Patting the bag at his waist, he knew that Theo, who had been named Head of the family after his father’s imprisonment, would have been alerted by the wards of his presence. His grin was just this side of maniacal when Theo stepped out and lifted a brow.
“On the run are you, Blaise?”
Rolling his eyes, he jogged up the stairs. He and Theo weren’t ‘friends’, not in the usual sense of the word. Allies might actually be a better word, that or cautious non-enemies and sometimes lovers. “No, far from it, I have news.”
Motioning him inside, Blaise didn’t miss the extra ward Theo put up. “Trouble from dear old dad, I take it.”
“Patricide is wrong,” Theo intoned sarcastically, “and yes, yes it doesn’t count unless there are blood ties. The bastard keeps trying to get through my wards. Just yesterday, I had a goblin interrupt my meal to tell me he had tried to get into my vaults.”
“I can take care of him for you,” Blaise said, knowing that pesky vow Theo had taken with him third year after witnessing his little ‘dissection’ of Millicent’s cat would keep the other man from giving away any of his secrets.
“This would be where I would say ‘don’t tease me, you wanker’ if I were speaking to a normal person.”
Blaise chuckled. “Not this time. Like I said, I have news.”
“Come on then, I have a feeling I am going to need whiskey for this.”
--ii-
Blaise sat back, allowing Theo time to digest the news. He sipped his whiskey, feeling that all was right with his world.
“So, if I told you that I know where Henry and another of his little friends are hiding…” Theo said musingly.
Blaise lifted a brow and slid his bag across the floor with his foot. “I would say it might turn out to be a fun evening after all.”
“I’ll play your assistant in this little production,” Theo all but demanded. “Especially once we get to Hogwarts.”
“Deal,” Blaise murmured. “Now, how about we go have a bit of fun?”
A smile nearly as deranged as Blaise’s own graced Theo’s face. “Yes lets. It will be the last bit of fun you have until we get to Hogwarts.”
“I do love how you aid and abet.” Blaise stood, pulling the strap of his bag up and over his shoulder. “Now, do we torture them for locations of others first or do we just kill them?”
“Split the difference?” Theo led him through the manor and out the back, cutting through the woods. They stepped through the wards and onto a stretch of beach. He pointed to the left. “They are hiding in that cave, sorry sods. He keeps approaching my wards and begging the elves to let him in.”
Blaise snickered, digging into his bag and handing Theo a vial. “Walk over and toss this in. Run; do not walk, after you do. It isn’t nearly as fun as getting your hands dirty, but that will come after.”
He watched as Theo did as instructed. Moments later, both Death Eaters rushed out of the cave on fire. Theo joined him, a gleeful look on his face. One of the men had burnt themselves out, Blaise’s grin widened. “Now for the fun part.”
“I am not asking. I just don’t want to end up in Azkaban.”
Laughing, Blaise handed Theo his bag. “I’ll pick that up in the morning. Just watch and see if this makes the paper.”
He Apparated the two bodies to Knockturn Alley, which was all but deserted this time of night. The pansies had gone to the safety of their homes and the real dangerous, at least to the general public, people hadn’t stepped out for their nightly frivolities yet. Artfully displaying the bodies in the entrance to Knockturn, in full display of Diagon Alley, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. When he Apparated back to Valhalla a few minutes later, he was feeling quite good about his world. The impish look his mum sent him and the eye roll Kingsley produced just made his grin widen. “I’m off to bed; don’t want to be less than perfect for school. Oh, I’ll make my way to the Platform alone; I need to make a little stop first.”
His mum waved him off lazily. “So long as you and your … friend … had fun.”
“Oh we did,” he called over his shoulder, already making his way up the stairs.
Kingsley’s, “Was he shagging someone or killing someone?” made him chuckle as did his mum’s blasé reply of, “Oh one can never tell with Blaise.”
--ii-
Blaise arrived at Annwn with a smug smile. Theo was holding the paper, standing in the doorway. “You know,” Theo said conversationally, “I wasn’t expecting front page news.”
Blaise shrugged, taking his bag from the chair just inside the door. He pulled out his trunk, sized it back to normal, tucked the bag in and then reversed the process. Tucking the small trunk into the pocket of his robes, he glanced over at Theo. “Ahh, it would have been disappointing if they didn’t cry ‘traitor’ right off.”
Theo laughed, tucking his own minimized trunk in his pocket. “So, are we ready to go then?”
Blaise nodded. “Are we going to play it off that we’re in one another’s pockets or that we can’t stand one another?”
Theo shrugged. “It will fuck with their heads if we take the first approach seeing as the second has been our status quo for years now.”
He pulled his wand and smirked. “I do like the way you think. Fucking with their heads it is, then.”
--ii-
Blaise was bored. It didn’t bode well for those around him. Parkinson’s simpering and attempts to get into Draco’s pants had worn his patience through. Standing, he didn’t bother saying a word, just slamming the door on his way out. If it woke Daphne Greengrass from a sound sleep and made her screech like a banshee, well then that was bonus points.
He walked the corridor, not really caring about the looks of fear shot his way or the speed in which the students ran to get out of his way. He heard something up ahead that had his eyes narrowing and his wand slipping into his hand. Throwing open the compartment door, he saw Crabbe pinning a very unwilling girl up against the wall. He didn’t think twice, casting a silent spell at Crabbe that left the idiot shrieking on the floor. In fact, he was gone before Crabbe or the girl knew he was there.
Feeling much better now that he’d been able to cause grievous bodily harm, though he was going to pay Parkinson back sooner or later, he stepped back into the compartment and sat down, a small smile forming.
“What did you do?” Draco asked warily.
Blaise just shrugged. “What makes you think I did anything?”
Theo just lifted his book higher, hiding a grin that Blaise knew damn good and well was there. “I’ll be back in a few.”
Blaise ignored Pansy’s questions and Draco’s knowing look. When Theo arrived back a few minutes later, Blaise very nearly grinned outright. Theo nodded in his direction and sat back down. Moments later, Theo burst out laughing, apparently unable to keep it in any longer.
“What the seven hells!” Draco exclaimed, having jumped in surprise at the outburst.
“Best train ride yet,” Theo sputtered, bending at the waist and holding his sides.
“And it isn’t half over,” Blaise replied wryly.
“Oh gods,” Theo muttered, laughing all over again.
--ii---
Exiting the train, Blaise was once again feeling bored and disgruntled. Despite having gone to look for someone to hex or torture, he hadn’t found anyone. Seeing Crabbe still laid out on the floor and with a few more injuries than he’d handed out had helped a bit. He made a mental note to ask Theo later if he’d been the one to use that lovely engorgement charm that would keep Crabbe from walking on his own. If not, whoever had done it deserved points for style and execution.
He didn’t bother listening to Snape’s speech or the ‘new rules and regulations’ because he had no intention of following them. He ate, more out of a need than an actual want and then went down to the house. He had just settled in, and set charms that would take your hand off should you touch his belongings without permission, when Draco and Greg entered the room. He couldn’t resist a smug smile when he heard their indignant posturing over Crabbe’s injuries.
“Did you do that?” Greg demanded, pointing a finger at Theo who was sprawled out with a book in hand.
“Nope,” Theo quipped.
“I don’t believe you!” Draco grumbled.
“He didn’t,” Blaise said in a sing-song sort of voice. “So, leave him be.”
“WHAT?” Draco shrieked.
“Oh dear gods, shut up,” Theo said wryly, “you sound like a ten year old girl.”
“Point, Theo,” Blaise said gleefully.
“Why are you sticking up for him?” Draco whirled around, glaring. “You two hate each other.”
“No,” Blaise said, leaning on his bedpost and folding his arms over his chest. “We’re actually really, really good friends.”
Greg blinked, shook his head and walked over to his bed, pulling the hangings closed. Clearly, he wasn’t about to get involved.
“Aww,” Blaise said, batting his eyelashes dramatically, “Jealous?”
Draco’s jaw dropped and his cheeks turned a shade of bright pink that just delighted Blaise. “I-what - No! Gods, Zabini, I like girls, thank you very much.”
“Methinks he protests too much,” Theo said, chuckling. “It is okay, Draco, we’ll share with you, if you want.”
Blaise tried not to laugh, really he did. It was true, he and Theo had shagged a few …dozen…times. They had been bored and it had seemed like a fun way to pass the time. It had been, of course, but it wasn’t a regular thing. They’d also shagged plenty of girls, even shared a couple last term. But, Draco’s reaction was interesting indeed. Snorting, he turned and grabbed pyjama pants, changing right there just to see Draco’s reaction. He didn’t miss the fact that Draco couldn’t seem to look away as he dropped his clothes and yet, barely spared a glance at Theo, who had jumped up and gotten into the game. “Still claiming you aren’t interested then?”
Draco hissed and turned away. “You are a bastard, Blaise, a real bastard.”
“Aww, there you go,” Theo teased, plopping back down on his bed. “Compliments get you everywhere with Blaise, just remember that.”
“Sod off, Nott!” Draco demanded, yanking the hangings of his bed closed.
Blaise laughed, crawling into bed. It seemed as if this term was going to be interesting all around. He fell asleep as he listed off the ways he could taunt Draco.
--ii-
Three days into term and Blaise found himself bored again. So, he tipped his head to get Theo’s attention and left the Great Hall. If he was trailing two Hufflepuffs that looked like they wanted nothing more than a private place to shag, then it was a coincidence. Or at least he would claim it as one. Theo caught up to him just as the randy couple ducked into a side corridor that was almost hidden. They watched until it was just about to get good, sending sticking charms at the couple.
Theo waved his wand a second time, catching their clothing as it flew over. “Now, where to put these?”
The girl looked as if she was about to protest, so Blaise lazily hit her and her little boy toy with silencing charms. “We can make it a game of hide and seek for these two, what do you say?”
Theo glanced at the naked, intertwined couple. “Wands too?”
Blaise scoffed, summoning their wands. “Yep, wands too.”
“Excellent.”
They had just reached the Grand Staircase when Blaise was nearly knocked on his arse by a lithe redhead that looked murderous. Having witnessed Ginevra Weasley’s temper numerous times, he bit back his usual retort. She just snarled at the both of them and kept going. “Damn,” he muttered.
“I wonder who the moron was that irritated her since the usual suspects… all those brothers, Potter, and Granger are gone,” Theo replied, watching her storm down the stairs.
“You’re correct.” That little tidbit definitely had Blaise’s attention. The redhead had always captured his attention, though he had always given her a wide berth and not bothered mentioning to anyone how badly he would have liked to get his hands on her and not in an ‘oh lets torture her’ sort of way either. Though, one could die of too much pleasure. His mum had proven that with husband three.
“Are we going to hide this or stare at the sexy blood traitor all evening?”
He glared, storming up the stairs, not gracing that with an answer. Finally, they reached Ravenclaw Tower. Smirking, Blaise took half the clothes and levitated them to hang artfully around the entrance. It would give the Head Girl plenty of evidence to hunt down the unlucky couple. After all he was a Prefect and it was his duty to ‘inform’ the Head Girl or Boy to students misbehaving. Then they moved on, Theo tossing one of the wands atop a painting on the fifth floor landing. The second half of the clothing was given to Peeves to do with as he wished and the second wand tucked behind a tapestry on the first floor.
“Let’s go before those idiots manage to stumble out into the main hallway,” Theo suggested.
Blaise shrugged. “I do have a bottle of Superior Red we could open.”
Theo’s nose crinkled. “Whether you like Lucius or hate him, you have to give his family props for the best wines in our world.”
Blaise smirked. “That is why I lifted it from Draco’s wardrobe yesterday, no sense in paying for it when he won’t miss it, eh.”
Theo just laughed. “Come on, if we hurry, we can be drinking it whilst half-dressed and draped around one another before Draco gets back.”
Blaise slung his arm over Theo’s shoulders. “This is the reason I didn’t kill you when I had the chance, you know.”
“What is this?” One of the minor Death Eaters that liked to run amok stepped out of the shadows. “What are you two doing, hmmm?”
Theo sighed heavily. “Kill him or Obliviate him?”
“Oh now, I am deeply offended that you even had to ask.” Blaise hit the idiot with a silencing charm and a Petrificus Totalus before levitating him deeper into the dungeons, taking a path that led away from the house entrance. He dropped the idiot on the ground and leaned over. “You are a fool… Flint, right?”
Theo snickered and leaned against the wall. “It is always more fun if they can answer you.”
“Point,” Blaise murmured, taking off the charms but binding the idiot quickly. “So, answer me.”
“My Lord will kill you for this,” Flint spat angrily. “Let me go.”
“No, I don’t believe that I will.”
“Here,” Theo called.
Blaise turned and caught the dagger. “Aaannnddd, you’re back in my good graces.”
“What are you going to do?” Flint screeched.
“Theo, a ward if you will.” When he felt it go up, Blaise grinned evilly. “Oh, now, Flint, I think it better that I show you. You see, telling you just isn’t as much fun.”
When Blaise finally stepped back, there wasn’t much left of Flint. Tipping his head and flipping a bloody curl of his hair out of his face, he laughed. “My foul mood is gone.”
“Shall I clean that up for you?” Theo asked dryly.
“Please,” he replied easily, wiping the dagger on a clean portion of his robes before handing it back. He watched as Theo used a simple Incendio spell to get rid of the mess. A wave of his wand cleaned off his robes and hair, something Blaise was loathe to do, but felt necessary considering their location. “So, what do you say to having that bottle of wine now?”
Theo flipped his dark hair off of his face and grinned. “Once again, I must thank the gods that I am on your side. Let’s go, we may still have a chance to shock the blond you know you want in your bed.”
“Haven’t decided,” Blaise said honestly as they walked away, “He’s still deep in denial…and I may have my sights set elsewhere.”
Theo said the password and they stepped into the common room. “That one isn’t a toy though.”
“Never said she was.”
Username: Anonymous
Chapter: Chapter One
Pairing(s): Blaise/Ginny/Draco
Rating: NC17
Chapter Word Count: 2,825
Disclaimer: The characters of Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling. We're only borrowing them. Chapter titles are songs or lyrics and are property of the musicians. Quotes or literature used are also notated as not mine.
Summary: You cannot make peace with terrorists. The normal dividing lines between war and peace do not apply. - Ulrich Beck. Ever wonder what happened at Hogwarts during Deathly Hallows…
Author Notes: AU for epilogue and parts of DH.
Chapter One
No rest for the wicked. - Godsmack
He Apparated to Annwn, the Nott estate in Southern Wales, with a firm plan in mind, one he knew Theo would approve of. Patting the bag at his waist, he knew that Theo, who had been named Head of the family after his father’s imprisonment, would have been alerted by the wards of his presence. His grin was just this side of maniacal when Theo stepped out and lifted a brow.
“On the run are you, Blaise?”
Rolling his eyes, he jogged up the stairs. He and Theo weren’t ‘friends’, not in the usual sense of the word. Allies might actually be a better word, that or cautious non-enemies and sometimes lovers. “No, far from it, I have news.”
Motioning him inside, Blaise didn’t miss the extra ward Theo put up. “Trouble from dear old dad, I take it.”
“Patricide is wrong,” Theo intoned sarcastically, “and yes, yes it doesn’t count unless there are blood ties. The bastard keeps trying to get through my wards. Just yesterday, I had a goblin interrupt my meal to tell me he had tried to get into my vaults.”
“I can take care of him for you,” Blaise said, knowing that pesky vow Theo had taken with him third year after witnessing his little ‘dissection’ of Millicent’s cat would keep the other man from giving away any of his secrets.
“This would be where I would say ‘don’t tease me, you wanker’ if I were speaking to a normal person.”
Blaise chuckled. “Not this time. Like I said, I have news.”
“Come on then, I have a feeling I am going to need whiskey for this.”
--ii-
Blaise sat back, allowing Theo time to digest the news. He sipped his whiskey, feeling that all was right with his world.
“So, if I told you that I know where Henry and another of his little friends are hiding…” Theo said musingly.
Blaise lifted a brow and slid his bag across the floor with his foot. “I would say it might turn out to be a fun evening after all.”
“I’ll play your assistant in this little production,” Theo all but demanded. “Especially once we get to Hogwarts.”
“Deal,” Blaise murmured. “Now, how about we go have a bit of fun?”
A smile nearly as deranged as Blaise’s own graced Theo’s face. “Yes lets. It will be the last bit of fun you have until we get to Hogwarts.”
“I do love how you aid and abet.” Blaise stood, pulling the strap of his bag up and over his shoulder. “Now, do we torture them for locations of others first or do we just kill them?”
“Split the difference?” Theo led him through the manor and out the back, cutting through the woods. They stepped through the wards and onto a stretch of beach. He pointed to the left. “They are hiding in that cave, sorry sods. He keeps approaching my wards and begging the elves to let him in.”
Blaise snickered, digging into his bag and handing Theo a vial. “Walk over and toss this in. Run; do not walk, after you do. It isn’t nearly as fun as getting your hands dirty, but that will come after.”
He watched as Theo did as instructed. Moments later, both Death Eaters rushed out of the cave on fire. Theo joined him, a gleeful look on his face. One of the men had burnt themselves out, Blaise’s grin widened. “Now for the fun part.”
“I am not asking. I just don’t want to end up in Azkaban.”
Laughing, Blaise handed Theo his bag. “I’ll pick that up in the morning. Just watch and see if this makes the paper.”
He Apparated the two bodies to Knockturn Alley, which was all but deserted this time of night. The pansies had gone to the safety of their homes and the real dangerous, at least to the general public, people hadn’t stepped out for their nightly frivolities yet. Artfully displaying the bodies in the entrance to Knockturn, in full display of Diagon Alley, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. When he Apparated back to Valhalla a few minutes later, he was feeling quite good about his world. The impish look his mum sent him and the eye roll Kingsley produced just made his grin widen. “I’m off to bed; don’t want to be less than perfect for school. Oh, I’ll make my way to the Platform alone; I need to make a little stop first.”
His mum waved him off lazily. “So long as you and your … friend … had fun.”
“Oh we did,” he called over his shoulder, already making his way up the stairs.
Kingsley’s, “Was he shagging someone or killing someone?” made him chuckle as did his mum’s blasé reply of, “Oh one can never tell with Blaise.”
--ii-
Blaise arrived at Annwn with a smug smile. Theo was holding the paper, standing in the doorway. “You know,” Theo said conversationally, “I wasn’t expecting front page news.”
Blaise shrugged, taking his bag from the chair just inside the door. He pulled out his trunk, sized it back to normal, tucked the bag in and then reversed the process. Tucking the small trunk into the pocket of his robes, he glanced over at Theo. “Ahh, it would have been disappointing if they didn’t cry ‘traitor’ right off.”
Theo laughed, tucking his own minimized trunk in his pocket. “So, are we ready to go then?”
Blaise nodded. “Are we going to play it off that we’re in one another’s pockets or that we can’t stand one another?”
Theo shrugged. “It will fuck with their heads if we take the first approach seeing as the second has been our status quo for years now.”
He pulled his wand and smirked. “I do like the way you think. Fucking with their heads it is, then.”
--ii-
Blaise was bored. It didn’t bode well for those around him. Parkinson’s simpering and attempts to get into Draco’s pants had worn his patience through. Standing, he didn’t bother saying a word, just slamming the door on his way out. If it woke Daphne Greengrass from a sound sleep and made her screech like a banshee, well then that was bonus points.
He walked the corridor, not really caring about the looks of fear shot his way or the speed in which the students ran to get out of his way. He heard something up ahead that had his eyes narrowing and his wand slipping into his hand. Throwing open the compartment door, he saw Crabbe pinning a very unwilling girl up against the wall. He didn’t think twice, casting a silent spell at Crabbe that left the idiot shrieking on the floor. In fact, he was gone before Crabbe or the girl knew he was there.
Feeling much better now that he’d been able to cause grievous bodily harm, though he was going to pay Parkinson back sooner or later, he stepped back into the compartment and sat down, a small smile forming.
“What did you do?” Draco asked warily.
Blaise just shrugged. “What makes you think I did anything?”
Theo just lifted his book higher, hiding a grin that Blaise knew damn good and well was there. “I’ll be back in a few.”
Blaise ignored Pansy’s questions and Draco’s knowing look. When Theo arrived back a few minutes later, Blaise very nearly grinned outright. Theo nodded in his direction and sat back down. Moments later, Theo burst out laughing, apparently unable to keep it in any longer.
“What the seven hells!” Draco exclaimed, having jumped in surprise at the outburst.
“Best train ride yet,” Theo sputtered, bending at the waist and holding his sides.
“And it isn’t half over,” Blaise replied wryly.
“Oh gods,” Theo muttered, laughing all over again.
--ii---
Exiting the train, Blaise was once again feeling bored and disgruntled. Despite having gone to look for someone to hex or torture, he hadn’t found anyone. Seeing Crabbe still laid out on the floor and with a few more injuries than he’d handed out had helped a bit. He made a mental note to ask Theo later if he’d been the one to use that lovely engorgement charm that would keep Crabbe from walking on his own. If not, whoever had done it deserved points for style and execution.
He didn’t bother listening to Snape’s speech or the ‘new rules and regulations’ because he had no intention of following them. He ate, more out of a need than an actual want and then went down to the house. He had just settled in, and set charms that would take your hand off should you touch his belongings without permission, when Draco and Greg entered the room. He couldn’t resist a smug smile when he heard their indignant posturing over Crabbe’s injuries.
“Did you do that?” Greg demanded, pointing a finger at Theo who was sprawled out with a book in hand.
“Nope,” Theo quipped.
“I don’t believe you!” Draco grumbled.
“He didn’t,” Blaise said in a sing-song sort of voice. “So, leave him be.”
“WHAT?” Draco shrieked.
“Oh dear gods, shut up,” Theo said wryly, “you sound like a ten year old girl.”
“Point, Theo,” Blaise said gleefully.
“Why are you sticking up for him?” Draco whirled around, glaring. “You two hate each other.”
“No,” Blaise said, leaning on his bedpost and folding his arms over his chest. “We’re actually really, really good friends.”
Greg blinked, shook his head and walked over to his bed, pulling the hangings closed. Clearly, he wasn’t about to get involved.
“Aww,” Blaise said, batting his eyelashes dramatically, “Jealous?”
Draco’s jaw dropped and his cheeks turned a shade of bright pink that just delighted Blaise. “I-what - No! Gods, Zabini, I like girls, thank you very much.”
“Methinks he protests too much,” Theo said, chuckling. “It is okay, Draco, we’ll share with you, if you want.”
Blaise tried not to laugh, really he did. It was true, he and Theo had shagged a few …dozen…times. They had been bored and it had seemed like a fun way to pass the time. It had been, of course, but it wasn’t a regular thing. They’d also shagged plenty of girls, even shared a couple last term. But, Draco’s reaction was interesting indeed. Snorting, he turned and grabbed pyjama pants, changing right there just to see Draco’s reaction. He didn’t miss the fact that Draco couldn’t seem to look away as he dropped his clothes and yet, barely spared a glance at Theo, who had jumped up and gotten into the game. “Still claiming you aren’t interested then?”
Draco hissed and turned away. “You are a bastard, Blaise, a real bastard.”
“Aww, there you go,” Theo teased, plopping back down on his bed. “Compliments get you everywhere with Blaise, just remember that.”
“Sod off, Nott!” Draco demanded, yanking the hangings of his bed closed.
Blaise laughed, crawling into bed. It seemed as if this term was going to be interesting all around. He fell asleep as he listed off the ways he could taunt Draco.
--ii-
Three days into term and Blaise found himself bored again. So, he tipped his head to get Theo’s attention and left the Great Hall. If he was trailing two Hufflepuffs that looked like they wanted nothing more than a private place to shag, then it was a coincidence. Or at least he would claim it as one. Theo caught up to him just as the randy couple ducked into a side corridor that was almost hidden. They watched until it was just about to get good, sending sticking charms at the couple.
Theo waved his wand a second time, catching their clothing as it flew over. “Now, where to put these?”
The girl looked as if she was about to protest, so Blaise lazily hit her and her little boy toy with silencing charms. “We can make it a game of hide and seek for these two, what do you say?”
Theo glanced at the naked, intertwined couple. “Wands too?”
Blaise scoffed, summoning their wands. “Yep, wands too.”
“Excellent.”
They had just reached the Grand Staircase when Blaise was nearly knocked on his arse by a lithe redhead that looked murderous. Having witnessed Ginevra Weasley’s temper numerous times, he bit back his usual retort. She just snarled at the both of them and kept going. “Damn,” he muttered.
“I wonder who the moron was that irritated her since the usual suspects… all those brothers, Potter, and Granger are gone,” Theo replied, watching her storm down the stairs.
“You’re correct.” That little tidbit definitely had Blaise’s attention. The redhead had always captured his attention, though he had always given her a wide berth and not bothered mentioning to anyone how badly he would have liked to get his hands on her and not in an ‘oh lets torture her’ sort of way either. Though, one could die of too much pleasure. His mum had proven that with husband three.
“Are we going to hide this or stare at the sexy blood traitor all evening?”
He glared, storming up the stairs, not gracing that with an answer. Finally, they reached Ravenclaw Tower. Smirking, Blaise took half the clothes and levitated them to hang artfully around the entrance. It would give the Head Girl plenty of evidence to hunt down the unlucky couple. After all he was a Prefect and it was his duty to ‘inform’ the Head Girl or Boy to students misbehaving. Then they moved on, Theo tossing one of the wands atop a painting on the fifth floor landing. The second half of the clothing was given to Peeves to do with as he wished and the second wand tucked behind a tapestry on the first floor.
“Let’s go before those idiots manage to stumble out into the main hallway,” Theo suggested.
Blaise shrugged. “I do have a bottle of Superior Red we could open.”
Theo’s nose crinkled. “Whether you like Lucius or hate him, you have to give his family props for the best wines in our world.”
Blaise smirked. “That is why I lifted it from Draco’s wardrobe yesterday, no sense in paying for it when he won’t miss it, eh.”
Theo just laughed. “Come on, if we hurry, we can be drinking it whilst half-dressed and draped around one another before Draco gets back.”
Blaise slung his arm over Theo’s shoulders. “This is the reason I didn’t kill you when I had the chance, you know.”
“What is this?” One of the minor Death Eaters that liked to run amok stepped out of the shadows. “What are you two doing, hmmm?”
Theo sighed heavily. “Kill him or Obliviate him?”
“Oh now, I am deeply offended that you even had to ask.” Blaise hit the idiot with a silencing charm and a Petrificus Totalus before levitating him deeper into the dungeons, taking a path that led away from the house entrance. He dropped the idiot on the ground and leaned over. “You are a fool… Flint, right?”
Theo snickered and leaned against the wall. “It is always more fun if they can answer you.”
“Point,” Blaise murmured, taking off the charms but binding the idiot quickly. “So, answer me.”
“My Lord will kill you for this,” Flint spat angrily. “Let me go.”
“No, I don’t believe that I will.”
“Here,” Theo called.
Blaise turned and caught the dagger. “Aaannnddd, you’re back in my good graces.”
“What are you going to do?” Flint screeched.
“Theo, a ward if you will.” When he felt it go up, Blaise grinned evilly. “Oh, now, Flint, I think it better that I show you. You see, telling you just isn’t as much fun.”
When Blaise finally stepped back, there wasn’t much left of Flint. Tipping his head and flipping a bloody curl of his hair out of his face, he laughed. “My foul mood is gone.”
“Shall I clean that up for you?” Theo asked dryly.
“Please,” he replied easily, wiping the dagger on a clean portion of his robes before handing it back. He watched as Theo used a simple Incendio spell to get rid of the mess. A wave of his wand cleaned off his robes and hair, something Blaise was loathe to do, but felt necessary considering their location. “So, what do you say to having that bottle of wine now?”
Theo flipped his dark hair off of his face and grinned. “Once again, I must thank the gods that I am on your side. Let’s go, we may still have a chance to shock the blond you know you want in your bed.”
“Haven’t decided,” Blaise said honestly as they walked away, “He’s still deep in denial…and I may have my sights set elsewhere.”
Theo said the password and they stepped into the common room. “That one isn’t a toy though.”
“Never said she was.”