FIC: Normality is an overrated concept, NC17 - Chapter Two
Title: Normality is an overrated concept
Username: Anonymous
Chapter: Chapter Two
Pairing(s): Blaise/Ginny/Draco
Rating: NC17
Chapter Word Count: 2,886
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 Two
Dragula - Rob Zombie
It was the first week of October before Crabbe was released from the Hospital Wing. He limped into the Great Hall for breakfast and sat down across from Blaise and Theo. Theo smirked and Blaise chuckled.
“When I find out who the bastard was that is responsible…” Crabbe said by way of greeting.
“You’ll what?” Blaise taunted, spinning his dagger and lifting a brow. He hadn’t ever been shy about mocking the idiot and he wasn’t about to start now. “Glare them to death? Sit on them and crush their ribcage?”
“Shut it, Zabini!”
“You should shut it,” Greg suggested, sliding away from Crabbe. “Like now.”
“Why should I? No one gets away with making a fool out of me!”
Theo, it seemed, couldn’t resist that opening. “Oh, like second year. Taken down by a doctored cupcake, I mean, if I remember the story correctly.”
“You should watch it, Nott. You haven’t declared allegiance and that makes you fair play,” Crabbe threatened.
Blaise’s knife was imbedded in the idiot’s hand a moment later. “Oops, it slipped.”
Draco just shook his head. “That wasn’t wise, you know.”
Blaise adopted an innocent (okay as innocent as he was capable of) expression. “Why not? I would love to see the fool that thinks messing with me…or my mother… is wise.”
Crabbe pulled the dagger out and tossed it on the table, staunching the flow of blood with a serviette. “You will pay, Zabini, one way or another.”
Blaise cleaned his dagger with a spell and slid it back into his boot before he resumed eating, thankful that the blood spray hadn’t made it onto his plate. “I am shaking in my boots, Crabbe. Positively shaking I tell you.”
Alecto Carrow marched over, looking quite livid. “Mr Zabini!”
“What?” he replied lazily, not bothering to do more than glance quickly in her direction. He knew as well as the stupid cow did, that messing with him was an enormous mistake. Frankly, he liked taunting her, just to see how angry he could get her.
“Detention, tonight, with me.”
He laughed. “Yes, only after you see someone about your delusions.”
“Blaise,” Draco hissed.
Her beady little eyes narrowed. “Oh, you will be giving the detention. I caught that little bint blood traitor placing graffiti on the walls this morning. If you don’t torture her, I send you, in pieces, to your mother.”
His eyes narrowed and it took every last bit of his control not to kill the bint right here in the Great Hall. Oh, he would ‘serve’ the detention all right, just not how Alecto thought he would. No, he would use it to further that little decree from Kingsley. He knew she was bluffing and that meant he had all the control and power here. “Fine,” he said in the same bored tone. “You’ll not be present.”
“Fine then, my office, eight sharp.”
She stormed off and he was met with incredulous looks. Theo just shrugged, likely because he knew what was really going on. “The next one to stare at me will get my dagger in their eye, understood.”
Everyone looked away. Damn, if was wonderful to be feared. Now, to plot just how to convince the gorgeous redhead that he was, at least sort of, on her side; it would not be easy.
--ii-
Blaise was reclined in the desk chair, idly twirling his wand when Ginevra marched in. She looked determined to fight whatever punishment she may be given and seeing as knives, shackles, and torture were usually on the agenda, he had to give her points for not looking as if she were scared. “Close the door.”
She growled at him, slamming the door closed. He ignored it, putting up a Muffliato charm in case anyone was outside the door. “Now that we can speak freely… I am not about to torture you.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, wand in hand, and scoffed quite loudly. “Why do I not believe you? Oh wait, because you wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
He stood slowly, always keeping one eye on her wand. “I am actually being honest.”
“You don’t know what honesty is!”
He grinned cheekily. “Sure I do. Just because I usually don’t exercise the option to utilize it most days does not mean I am a dim-witted oaf.”
She stared at him. “What is your game? Wait… let me amend. Tell me what your game is in a way which will not cause nightmares or permanent mental scarring.”
He chuckled. Damn, he wanted to back her against the wall and snog her senseless. There was just something about the redhead that appealed to him in a way no one else had. “I won’t harm you, my mother taught me better than that.”
Her brows shot up. “Your mother is suspected of killing every last husband she’s ever had, Zabini.”
“Speculation, pure speculation,” he drawled, winking at her. “Now, let me put it to you in Gryffindor-speak. I am going to help you and your little resistance group. You will look the other way should I, in the course of doing so, do anything in which you find… disturbing.”
She stared, her eyes widening comically. “What-you-what?”
He laughed and laughed. “If you could see your face!”
She sat on one of the desks, shaking her head. “I am to believe that you honestly want to help? Why should I? How do I know you aren’t part of some mad plot?”
“I never said I wasn’t, but you wouldn’t believe more if I wanted to tell you.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “You spread mayhem. I like mayhem. I like to cause mayhem, though it is of a different sort than your usual. Are you seeing how this could be beneficial to the both of us?”
She tipped her chin up, clearly playing stubborn. “I don’t believe you.”
He ground his teeth and then sighed heavily. “I am going to drop the charm and when that bint comes in here, I will hit her with a spell. You need to act dazed and go along with everything I say, got it?”
“I will hex you senseless if this is a trick,” she warned him.
Ahh there it was. She was the only one not too afraid of him to issue threats. “You can try,” he conceded.
Lifting the charm, he waited and not five minutes later Alecto barged in. He hit her with a spell that would cause her to hallucinate. “You aren’t supposed to be here!” he exclaimed, going for ‘shocked and dismayed’.
Alecto shook her head and moaned. “What was that?”
Blaise felt dirty, something that was very rare indeed. He did not want to know what her greatest fantasy was especially since that moan of hers wasn’t of the ‘pain and suffering’ type, which had been what he had expected. “I released a potion in the room, one I am immune to, which had the blood traitor in a deep hallucinogenic state. She thought I was Potter! I almost had her telling me what, if anything, she knows, you imbecile!”
Ginevra shook her head, her eyes blinking slowly. “Harry was just here… ohhh what did you do to me, Zabini?”
“You will give me that potion,” Alecto demanded.
“Ummm how about no,” was his suggestion, given in that slick ‘fuck you right to Tartarus’ tone.
Alecto gripped her wand, but seemed to think better of hexing him. “Fine, take the blood traitor to her house. She has detention again tomorrow night, with you.”
“You are pushing it,” Blaise warned the woman. “Once more, that is it. Then you’ll leave me alone until such time as I see fit to torture any more traitors. Or, shall I contact my mother and tell her of your actions, hmm?”
Alecto could run much faster than he gave her credit for. When she was gone, he turned back to the redhead. “So?”
She sighed heavily. “You aren’t right in the head at all, are you?”
He shrugged. “Where would the fun be in that?”
She laughed lightly. “Agreed.”
He sat down on the nearest desk, utterly gobsmacked by her response. Sure, he had watched her, idly and not in a let-me-be-a-stalker sort of way, enough to know that she wasn’t so lily white as her family and housemates thought she was. But, this was above and beyond even what he had imagined.
“Did I shock you, Mr I-am-likely-a-sociopath?”
He snickered. “And if I am?”
She stood and shrugged. “If you are, I am thinking there will be fewer Death Eaters and supporters in the world… so have at it.”
He pinched himself and was startled to find that he did indeed feel pain and this was not some sort of strange dreamscape. “Alright then. Now, Ms Not-what-she-seems, shall I escort you to your house as I was bidden?” He held his arm out for her. “You know, just a word to the wise, Nott isn’t a bad bloke so if you could refrain from hexing him, that would be good.”
She eyed him speculatively. “And here I thought I’d seen you flirting with Malfoy.”
He grinned down at her. “Oh I do, regularly and with brilliant results.”
She snickered. “I was correct, you aren’t right in the head at all… damn if I don’t like that about you.”
He led her through the castle and neither of them bothered speaking until they were two turns from her house. “I meant what I said.”
“So did I,” she said simply.
He watched her saunter off and bit his lip. Now to figure out how or even if he was going to be able to keep his hands off of her, though currently he was thinking that she wasn’t as adverse to the possibility as he’d once thought.
He turned to go once the portrait closed behind her. Not in a rush, he meandered down to the house and didn’t even bother snarling at Parkinson when he found her sitting on Draco’s bed doing her simpering routine. He simply sent her a look that made clear he would gut her and skin her if she didn’t get the fuck out right this minute.
“Was that necessary?” Draco asked with a shake of his head. “I was actually going to get laid.”
Theo snickered. “We told you, just say the word.”
Draco tossed at pillow at Theo. The last month of the teasing finally had loosened up his tight arse mood a bit. “Shut it, you. I’ll not shag you even for a million galleons.”
“What about me?” Blaise asked, pulling off his robes and tossing them aside.
Draco glared. “You can shut it as well. Did you have fun?”
He shrugged. “Perhaps I did and perhaps I didn’t.”
“So?” Theo said leadingly.
“Not telling, but if I find any one of you harassing Weasley, I will cut off non-vital body parts and feed them to you.”
Greg held his hands up as if saying ‘not a fucking chance’.
Theo nodded. “Alright, noted.”
“What the seven hells,” Draco muttered, looking perplexed. “The biggest blood traitor in the school and you’re saying to leave off of her?”
Blaise reached out and grabbed Draco’s wrist, flipping his arm over to display the tacky tattoo. “How fervent are you to your Master’s cause, Draco?”
Wincing, Draco twisted his body as not to wrench his arm further. “Not at all and you damn well know it!”
Disappointed that Draco had broken so easily, Blaise let him go only after squeezing hard one more time in clear warning. “That bint aunt of yours really did a number on you. Grow up and grow a pair, mate.”
Draco rubbed his wrist and then his shoulder. “Just because I retained a bit of my sanity is no reason to do that.”
Theo was off his bed and standing between them a moment later. “No killing, Blaise, remember what a pain in the arse blood is to get out of these tacky velvet curtains.”
“That being said, where is Crabbe?”
Greg shook his head and snickered. “He has been given other accommodations considering he told Amycus that he feared you would kill him in his sleep.”
Pouting, he sat on his bed. “Seriously? In his sleep? Damn, I thought I had a good reputation. Who in their right mind would think I would kill someone in their sleep? Where the fuck is the fun in that?”
Theo walked over to Draco’s wardrobe and took out a bottle of wine. To Draco’s credit, he just sighed and got four glasses rather than complaining. Theo handed him the bottle. “You have months and months to remind them of the truth.”
“I thought everyone knew by fourth year,” he grumbled, not taking the bottle.
Theo rolled his eyes and opened the bottle rather than waiting. “So, what will it be this time?”
Blaise thought it over, sipping the wine that was handed to him. “Another minion during the Hogsmeade trip … that is if they allow us to have them; I’ll need a pike.”
Theo just grinned.
--ii-
He skipped most of his classes the next day and spent it instead wandering the castle. Twice, he distracted one of the more insane professors before they could catch members of the resistance group in the act, but sadly no maiming or hexing. So, when he arrived for Ginevra’s detention, he was in a right foul mood.
She was waiting on him, sitting on one of the far desks with a book in her hands. His brows shot up when he read the title: Horatio’s 1001 Hexes. “I happen to know at least five hundred of those are more on the grey leading to black side of magic.”
“My brothers gave it to me,” she said wryly. “Rumour has it that every time Alecto Carrow sees you, she runs as fast as she can in the opposite direction.”
He closed the door and put up the charm again. Once that was done, he sat behind the desk. “You know nothing, got it.”
She shrugged. “It is the truth so yes, I’ve got it.”
“Those three really are idiots,” he replied honestly. “I looked,” he added, tapping his Prefect badge, “and you are in the top five of your class.”
She shrugged, closing the book and pulling her legs up onto the desk. “Yes, yes I am. We should keep that between us, though, if you don’t mind.”
He shrugged, not caring enough about her idiotic family to want to know why she wanted it that way. “So… Potter.”
“I know nothing,” she replied sweetly, too sweetly. It was close to his ‘fuck off right to Tartarus’ tone.
“I take it that the touching ‘I just want to keep you safe’ speech sunk him?”
“Quite, but why would you care?”
“That is for me to know just now. More importantly, we need to combine our efforts so me and mine can help you and yours.”
“I said I would work with you,” she replied angrily. “Not your minions.”
He laughed. “They aren’t my minions. Look, Theo and I are…friends of a sort. The other two have been told to leave off you.”
“I know you want in Malfoy’s pants, or are in Malfoy’s pants, but he hates my family and the same goes.” The indignant redhead shoved off the desk and began pacing. “He is responsible for the attack last year!”
“Yes, but give the bloke a chance. By the by, I’ve not been in his pants, just so you know. Also, tell Lovegood not to sing whilst committing crimes. Without my intervention this afternoon, she’d be hanging in shackles about now.”
She sighed. “I’ll pass it along. Look, I’ll give your little non-minions one chance each. After that it is open season.”
“Deal. Now, time for the next act. You ready?”
She rolled her eyes and tucked her book away in her robes. “Oh please, getting one over on that dim troll is too easy.”
He watched as she sat at one of the student desks and adopted a far-away look he figured she copied from Lovegood and held her head in her hands. Waving his wand, he brought the charm down. This time Alecto was waiting. He hit her with the spell again, promising himself many glasses of wine to get over the nasty moaning. He dropped it quickly, hiding his grimace. “She knows nothing. They treat her as if she is a tot, not worthy of any pertinent information.”
Alecto snarled and stormed out.
“So, shall I escort you again?”
Ginevra stood, her previous dotty state gone. “You could… or you could help me with something.”
His grin was wicked. “Ohhh, do tell me more, darling.”
“Not that,” she said, glaring hard. “Get your mind back from whatever depraved place it ran off to.”
“You may not be fun at all.”
She hauled him out, gripping his arm. “Oh, I’m fun alright. We have mayhem to perform.”
He didn’t protest the manhandling. In fact, he rather liked her getting her hands on him. Now to talk her into letting him put his hands on her. Somehow, Blaise knew that would take longer than he’d like to accomplish.
Username: Anonymous
Chapter: Chapter Two
Pairing(s): Blaise/Ginny/Draco
Rating: NC17
Chapter Word Count: 2,886
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 Two
Dragula - Rob Zombie
It was the first week of October before Crabbe was released from the Hospital Wing. He limped into the Great Hall for breakfast and sat down across from Blaise and Theo. Theo smirked and Blaise chuckled.
“When I find out who the bastard was that is responsible…” Crabbe said by way of greeting.
“You’ll what?” Blaise taunted, spinning his dagger and lifting a brow. He hadn’t ever been shy about mocking the idiot and he wasn’t about to start now. “Glare them to death? Sit on them and crush their ribcage?”
“Shut it, Zabini!”
“You should shut it,” Greg suggested, sliding away from Crabbe. “Like now.”
“Why should I? No one gets away with making a fool out of me!”
Theo, it seemed, couldn’t resist that opening. “Oh, like second year. Taken down by a doctored cupcake, I mean, if I remember the story correctly.”
“You should watch it, Nott. You haven’t declared allegiance and that makes you fair play,” Crabbe threatened.
Blaise’s knife was imbedded in the idiot’s hand a moment later. “Oops, it slipped.”
Draco just shook his head. “That wasn’t wise, you know.”
Blaise adopted an innocent (okay as innocent as he was capable of) expression. “Why not? I would love to see the fool that thinks messing with me…or my mother… is wise.”
Crabbe pulled the dagger out and tossed it on the table, staunching the flow of blood with a serviette. “You will pay, Zabini, one way or another.”
Blaise cleaned his dagger with a spell and slid it back into his boot before he resumed eating, thankful that the blood spray hadn’t made it onto his plate. “I am shaking in my boots, Crabbe. Positively shaking I tell you.”
Alecto Carrow marched over, looking quite livid. “Mr Zabini!”
“What?” he replied lazily, not bothering to do more than glance quickly in her direction. He knew as well as the stupid cow did, that messing with him was an enormous mistake. Frankly, he liked taunting her, just to see how angry he could get her.
“Detention, tonight, with me.”
He laughed. “Yes, only after you see someone about your delusions.”
“Blaise,” Draco hissed.
Her beady little eyes narrowed. “Oh, you will be giving the detention. I caught that little bint blood traitor placing graffiti on the walls this morning. If you don’t torture her, I send you, in pieces, to your mother.”
His eyes narrowed and it took every last bit of his control not to kill the bint right here in the Great Hall. Oh, he would ‘serve’ the detention all right, just not how Alecto thought he would. No, he would use it to further that little decree from Kingsley. He knew she was bluffing and that meant he had all the control and power here. “Fine,” he said in the same bored tone. “You’ll not be present.”
“Fine then, my office, eight sharp.”
She stormed off and he was met with incredulous looks. Theo just shrugged, likely because he knew what was really going on. “The next one to stare at me will get my dagger in their eye, understood.”
Everyone looked away. Damn, if was wonderful to be feared. Now, to plot just how to convince the gorgeous redhead that he was, at least sort of, on her side; it would not be easy.
--ii-
Blaise was reclined in the desk chair, idly twirling his wand when Ginevra marched in. She looked determined to fight whatever punishment she may be given and seeing as knives, shackles, and torture were usually on the agenda, he had to give her points for not looking as if she were scared. “Close the door.”
She growled at him, slamming the door closed. He ignored it, putting up a Muffliato charm in case anyone was outside the door. “Now that we can speak freely… I am not about to torture you.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, wand in hand, and scoffed quite loudly. “Why do I not believe you? Oh wait, because you wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
He stood slowly, always keeping one eye on her wand. “I am actually being honest.”
“You don’t know what honesty is!”
He grinned cheekily. “Sure I do. Just because I usually don’t exercise the option to utilize it most days does not mean I am a dim-witted oaf.”
She stared at him. “What is your game? Wait… let me amend. Tell me what your game is in a way which will not cause nightmares or permanent mental scarring.”
He chuckled. Damn, he wanted to back her against the wall and snog her senseless. There was just something about the redhead that appealed to him in a way no one else had. “I won’t harm you, my mother taught me better than that.”
Her brows shot up. “Your mother is suspected of killing every last husband she’s ever had, Zabini.”
“Speculation, pure speculation,” he drawled, winking at her. “Now, let me put it to you in Gryffindor-speak. I am going to help you and your little resistance group. You will look the other way should I, in the course of doing so, do anything in which you find… disturbing.”
She stared, her eyes widening comically. “What-you-what?”
He laughed and laughed. “If you could see your face!”
She sat on one of the desks, shaking her head. “I am to believe that you honestly want to help? Why should I? How do I know you aren’t part of some mad plot?”
“I never said I wasn’t, but you wouldn’t believe more if I wanted to tell you.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “You spread mayhem. I like mayhem. I like to cause mayhem, though it is of a different sort than your usual. Are you seeing how this could be beneficial to the both of us?”
She tipped her chin up, clearly playing stubborn. “I don’t believe you.”
He ground his teeth and then sighed heavily. “I am going to drop the charm and when that bint comes in here, I will hit her with a spell. You need to act dazed and go along with everything I say, got it?”
“I will hex you senseless if this is a trick,” she warned him.
Ahh there it was. She was the only one not too afraid of him to issue threats. “You can try,” he conceded.
Lifting the charm, he waited and not five minutes later Alecto barged in. He hit her with a spell that would cause her to hallucinate. “You aren’t supposed to be here!” he exclaimed, going for ‘shocked and dismayed’.
Alecto shook her head and moaned. “What was that?”
Blaise felt dirty, something that was very rare indeed. He did not want to know what her greatest fantasy was especially since that moan of hers wasn’t of the ‘pain and suffering’ type, which had been what he had expected. “I released a potion in the room, one I am immune to, which had the blood traitor in a deep hallucinogenic state. She thought I was Potter! I almost had her telling me what, if anything, she knows, you imbecile!”
Ginevra shook her head, her eyes blinking slowly. “Harry was just here… ohhh what did you do to me, Zabini?”
“You will give me that potion,” Alecto demanded.
“Ummm how about no,” was his suggestion, given in that slick ‘fuck you right to Tartarus’ tone.
Alecto gripped her wand, but seemed to think better of hexing him. “Fine, take the blood traitor to her house. She has detention again tomorrow night, with you.”
“You are pushing it,” Blaise warned the woman. “Once more, that is it. Then you’ll leave me alone until such time as I see fit to torture any more traitors. Or, shall I contact my mother and tell her of your actions, hmm?”
Alecto could run much faster than he gave her credit for. When she was gone, he turned back to the redhead. “So?”
She sighed heavily. “You aren’t right in the head at all, are you?”
He shrugged. “Where would the fun be in that?”
She laughed lightly. “Agreed.”
He sat down on the nearest desk, utterly gobsmacked by her response. Sure, he had watched her, idly and not in a let-me-be-a-stalker sort of way, enough to know that she wasn’t so lily white as her family and housemates thought she was. But, this was above and beyond even what he had imagined.
“Did I shock you, Mr I-am-likely-a-sociopath?”
He snickered. “And if I am?”
She stood and shrugged. “If you are, I am thinking there will be fewer Death Eaters and supporters in the world… so have at it.”
He pinched himself and was startled to find that he did indeed feel pain and this was not some sort of strange dreamscape. “Alright then. Now, Ms Not-what-she-seems, shall I escort you to your house as I was bidden?” He held his arm out for her. “You know, just a word to the wise, Nott isn’t a bad bloke so if you could refrain from hexing him, that would be good.”
She eyed him speculatively. “And here I thought I’d seen you flirting with Malfoy.”
He grinned down at her. “Oh I do, regularly and with brilliant results.”
She snickered. “I was correct, you aren’t right in the head at all… damn if I don’t like that about you.”
He led her through the castle and neither of them bothered speaking until they were two turns from her house. “I meant what I said.”
“So did I,” she said simply.
He watched her saunter off and bit his lip. Now to figure out how or even if he was going to be able to keep his hands off of her, though currently he was thinking that she wasn’t as adverse to the possibility as he’d once thought.
He turned to go once the portrait closed behind her. Not in a rush, he meandered down to the house and didn’t even bother snarling at Parkinson when he found her sitting on Draco’s bed doing her simpering routine. He simply sent her a look that made clear he would gut her and skin her if she didn’t get the fuck out right this minute.
“Was that necessary?” Draco asked with a shake of his head. “I was actually going to get laid.”
Theo snickered. “We told you, just say the word.”
Draco tossed at pillow at Theo. The last month of the teasing finally had loosened up his tight arse mood a bit. “Shut it, you. I’ll not shag you even for a million galleons.”
“What about me?” Blaise asked, pulling off his robes and tossing them aside.
Draco glared. “You can shut it as well. Did you have fun?”
He shrugged. “Perhaps I did and perhaps I didn’t.”
“So?” Theo said leadingly.
“Not telling, but if I find any one of you harassing Weasley, I will cut off non-vital body parts and feed them to you.”
Greg held his hands up as if saying ‘not a fucking chance’.
Theo nodded. “Alright, noted.”
“What the seven hells,” Draco muttered, looking perplexed. “The biggest blood traitor in the school and you’re saying to leave off of her?”
Blaise reached out and grabbed Draco’s wrist, flipping his arm over to display the tacky tattoo. “How fervent are you to your Master’s cause, Draco?”
Wincing, Draco twisted his body as not to wrench his arm further. “Not at all and you damn well know it!”
Disappointed that Draco had broken so easily, Blaise let him go only after squeezing hard one more time in clear warning. “That bint aunt of yours really did a number on you. Grow up and grow a pair, mate.”
Draco rubbed his wrist and then his shoulder. “Just because I retained a bit of my sanity is no reason to do that.”
Theo was off his bed and standing between them a moment later. “No killing, Blaise, remember what a pain in the arse blood is to get out of these tacky velvet curtains.”
“That being said, where is Crabbe?”
Greg shook his head and snickered. “He has been given other accommodations considering he told Amycus that he feared you would kill him in his sleep.”
Pouting, he sat on his bed. “Seriously? In his sleep? Damn, I thought I had a good reputation. Who in their right mind would think I would kill someone in their sleep? Where the fuck is the fun in that?”
Theo walked over to Draco’s wardrobe and took out a bottle of wine. To Draco’s credit, he just sighed and got four glasses rather than complaining. Theo handed him the bottle. “You have months and months to remind them of the truth.”
“I thought everyone knew by fourth year,” he grumbled, not taking the bottle.
Theo rolled his eyes and opened the bottle rather than waiting. “So, what will it be this time?”
Blaise thought it over, sipping the wine that was handed to him. “Another minion during the Hogsmeade trip … that is if they allow us to have them; I’ll need a pike.”
Theo just grinned.
--ii-
He skipped most of his classes the next day and spent it instead wandering the castle. Twice, he distracted one of the more insane professors before they could catch members of the resistance group in the act, but sadly no maiming or hexing. So, when he arrived for Ginevra’s detention, he was in a right foul mood.
She was waiting on him, sitting on one of the far desks with a book in her hands. His brows shot up when he read the title: Horatio’s 1001 Hexes. “I happen to know at least five hundred of those are more on the grey leading to black side of magic.”
“My brothers gave it to me,” she said wryly. “Rumour has it that every time Alecto Carrow sees you, she runs as fast as she can in the opposite direction.”
He closed the door and put up the charm again. Once that was done, he sat behind the desk. “You know nothing, got it.”
She shrugged. “It is the truth so yes, I’ve got it.”
“Those three really are idiots,” he replied honestly. “I looked,” he added, tapping his Prefect badge, “and you are in the top five of your class.”
She shrugged, closing the book and pulling her legs up onto the desk. “Yes, yes I am. We should keep that between us, though, if you don’t mind.”
He shrugged, not caring enough about her idiotic family to want to know why she wanted it that way. “So… Potter.”
“I know nothing,” she replied sweetly, too sweetly. It was close to his ‘fuck off right to Tartarus’ tone.
“I take it that the touching ‘I just want to keep you safe’ speech sunk him?”
“Quite, but why would you care?”
“That is for me to know just now. More importantly, we need to combine our efforts so me and mine can help you and yours.”
“I said I would work with you,” she replied angrily. “Not your minions.”
He laughed. “They aren’t my minions. Look, Theo and I are…friends of a sort. The other two have been told to leave off you.”
“I know you want in Malfoy’s pants, or are in Malfoy’s pants, but he hates my family and the same goes.” The indignant redhead shoved off the desk and began pacing. “He is responsible for the attack last year!”
“Yes, but give the bloke a chance. By the by, I’ve not been in his pants, just so you know. Also, tell Lovegood not to sing whilst committing crimes. Without my intervention this afternoon, she’d be hanging in shackles about now.”
She sighed. “I’ll pass it along. Look, I’ll give your little non-minions one chance each. After that it is open season.”
“Deal. Now, time for the next act. You ready?”
She rolled her eyes and tucked her book away in her robes. “Oh please, getting one over on that dim troll is too easy.”
He watched as she sat at one of the student desks and adopted a far-away look he figured she copied from Lovegood and held her head in her hands. Waving his wand, he brought the charm down. This time Alecto was waiting. He hit her with the spell again, promising himself many glasses of wine to get over the nasty moaning. He dropped it quickly, hiding his grimace. “She knows nothing. They treat her as if she is a tot, not worthy of any pertinent information.”
Alecto snarled and stormed out.
“So, shall I escort you again?”
Ginevra stood, her previous dotty state gone. “You could… or you could help me with something.”
His grin was wicked. “Ohhh, do tell me more, darling.”
“Not that,” she said, glaring hard. “Get your mind back from whatever depraved place it ran off to.”
“You may not be fun at all.”
She hauled him out, gripping his arm. “Oh, I’m fun alright. We have mayhem to perform.”
He didn’t protest the manhandling. In fact, he rather liked her getting her hands on him. Now to talk her into letting him put his hands on her. Somehow, Blaise knew that would take longer than he’d like to accomplish.