FIC: Normality is an overrated concept, NC17 - Chapter Six
Title: Normality is an overrated concept
Username: Anonymous
Chapter: Chapter Six
Pairing(s): Blaise/Ginny/Draco
Rating: NC17
Chapter Word Count: 3,158
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 Six
Lifeline -Papa Roach
Draco breathed a sigh of relief when they made it to Thursday without any of them being called into Alecto’s office. They would board the train tomorrow early and be away and hopefully safe. It was true that Blaise had pulled Grant Page, a Ravenclaw, aside and toyed with him a bit before sending Theo off to inform Snape that there was one less Death Eater in the castle on Tuesday, but Page had deserved it. He’d been spouting off about ‘teaching Lovegood a lesson’ in the middle of the Charms corridor. Anyone that stupid deserved whatever it was that Blaise had done to him for ‘upsetting Theo and Ginevra’ had Page been able to make good on this threat.
He had made a quick exit when Theo and Greg had gone to find Lovegood and try, one last time, to convince her to go with them tomorrow. The blonde seemed to have no regard for her own health and well-being.
Attempting to slip through the common room unseen, Draco was surprised and more than a little appalled when Pansy slunk over, trying her ‘seductive’ routine. “Back off,” he said tiredly, wanting to get rid of her so he could go to the room and curl up with Ginevra for a bit.
She batted her eyelashes and pouted. “Aww, you know you don’t mean that, Draco. I’ve been lonely without you. Come to my room with me and make it up to me.”
He sneered. “Not a fucking chance, Parkinson. We had our fun and I told you, numerous times, that it was done. Are you that desperate for a shag that you’d try to wheedle your way into my bed when everyone knows I’ve got someone far more attractive and frankly better in it already?”
She stared at him before turning on her heel and racing out of the room towards the dungeons, sobbing and wailing. Draco didn’t miss Blaise following her out and just shook his head. Pansy had known that their little thing was no strings attached and that he’d never considered taking it further. Sadly, she seemed to have forgotten her agreement to consider it just that.
Glaring at the gobsmacked idiots who were still staring at him, he made his way back to the dorm room wondering what Blaise would do to her since he usually took a ‘harm no women’ approach. Somehow he rather thought Blaise might just make an exception as he had done for Alecto. Pushing the door open, he grinned at the sight of Ginevra, dressed in his Quidditch jumper and a pair of Blaise’s pyjama bottoms. She was laid out on their bed reading what looked to be the Iliad.
“Having fun?” he teased, pulling off his robes and tossing them on the bed.
She looked up and crinkled her nose. “Going a bit stir crazy actually. Dare I ask what that racket was all about a minute ago?”
He rolled his eyes and sat next to her. “Just Parkinson finally realising I wouldn’t touch her if my life depended on it.”
She rolled to her side, setting the book down, her brows lifting. “Oh dear, what did it finally take?”
He shrugged. At one time he had considered Pansy a friend, but she’d gone a bit batty about the whole serve the Dark Lord thing and that had shown her true colours. Besides that, she really did look like a pug and half the time sounded like a kneazle who’d had its tail stepped on. “I wasn’t particularly nice. She ran out crying. Oh, and Blaise will be a few minutes.”
She shifted, sitting in his lap and laying her head on his shoulder. “I take it he saw?”
“You could say that.” Draco toed off his boots and kicked them off. “But never mind that, we’ve a bit of time alone. What do you say to me trying to distract you from your stir-craziness?”
She shifted to straddle his hips and slowly unbuttoned his white oxford and slid off his tie. “I like the sound of that.”
He smiled as she ran her hands over his chest, wondering not for the first time how the seven hells he had been granted not just a reprieve, but Ginevra and Blaise. Without thinking twice, he reached up and cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently, trying to show her all the things he was unable to put into words. Nipping lightly at her bottom lip, he pulled back just enough to take a breath. “I adore you,” he whispered.
“I adore you, so very much,” she replied, lifting her arms as he tugged the jumper up and off.
“I adore you both,” Blaise said from the doorway, his appreciation clear as he closed the door and put up a ward that would not even allow Greg and Theo inside. He grinned as he pulled off his robes and sat on the edge of the bed. “How are you projecting your thoughts to me, Draco?”
Draco’s eyes widened and the flow of thoughts cut off abruptly. “I have no idea.”
“Well, you just cut them off,” Blaise said with a sigh. “Did you mean to?”
Ginevra tossed the Quidditch jumper at him, pouting. “I’m shirtless here and you’re worried over some weird bit of magic that Draco can’t control?”
Blaise shrugged and pulled off his tie, tossing it next to Draco’s on the bed. “It was curious is all; no one has been able to get past my mental wards…ever.”
“Why don’t we commence with the adoration of our lovely girlfriend and worry over it later?” Draco suggested wryly. “If we do figure it out, perhaps we can make it work for all three of us… if you want to.”
Laughing, Blaise pulled off his boots and slid over to them. “If it means seeing things through your eyes as I was earlier, I am all for it. Parkinson had to be taken care of quickly since you two were distracting me completely.”
Draco looked smug. “Not my fault that Ginevra is stunningly gorgeous, now is it?”
“No, but you will have to get paid back for it.” Blaise scooped up the ties. “I think I have the perfect way to do so.”
Draco’s eyes widened and Ginevra grabbed a tie, saying, “Oh, I do like the way you think. You did set the ward, yes?”
Blaise chuckled, motioning for Draco to take off his shirt. “I did, there is no way I want those two walking in on us.”
Holding up the tie and giving Draco a look that said ‘get on with it’, Blaise smirked. He was certain that none of them would look at the uniform ties the same way again after what he had planned for the afternoon.
--ii-
Banging on the door pulled Blaise from a sound sleep. Sighing, he grabbed his trousers from the floor, pulling them on quickly and glanced over to make sure Ginevra and Draco were covered. He took a moment to snicker over the ties still attached to the bedposts before opening the door.
“What did you do to her?” Crabbe shrieked.
Keeping the door from opening all the way, Blaise made sure to appear puzzled. “Who? What are you on about? We were sleeping, you pillock.”
“Pansy! She was found just a few minutes ago.”
Oh, well that explained part of this little fit. “I was here, with Draco, all afternoon, Crabbe. Your delusional behaviour is starting to irritate me.”
Crabbe shoved against the door. Blaise held firm, not acknowledging Draco who had circled around to help him keep the door from flying open. Crabbe didn’t need to know Draco was awake. “You did this!”
“How did I do that? Even I can’t be in two places at once,” Blaise said dryly. “Though, I would so love to have that talent. Was she injured?”
“No! You bastard! She’s dead!”
Crabbe’s face was turning a funny shade of red. Intrigued, Blaise allowed himself a small smirk. “And you immediately blame me? I’m flattered, really I am. Why would I bother with that slag?”
Crabbe went for his wand, not noticing Theo and Greg approaching from the common room. Greg tackled him, tossing the idiot’s wand to Theo. “Now, you don’t want to do anything stupid,” Greg said, pressing the idiot to the floor with his knee, his wand at Crabbe’s temple.
“Theo, what is this moron on about?” Blaise inquired, taking his wand from Draco while Crabbe was distracted.
“Parkinson committed suicide,” Theo said lightly. “She even left a note.”
Blaise hazarded a glance at Draco, but the blond was shaking his head and trying not to smile. He mouthed ‘nicely played’ and Blaise knew that his method hadn’t upset his boyfriend. Good. Turning back to Theo, he winked cheekily. “My reputation must be expanding if silly bints offing themselves now fall under my many talents.”
Theo laughed, grinning. “Indeed, should we escort this fool to Snape?”
“No need,” Snape said testily, joining them. “I took it upon myself to track down Mr Crabbe after being made aware of his accusations.”
“I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted,” Blaise said, slipping out the door but leaving the door open just enough so that Draco and Ginevra, who was snickering softly by this point, could hear.
Snape’s left eye was twitching a bit and he crossed his arms over his chest. “I cannot allow Mr Crabbe to make mindless accusations any longer. I do believe his time here has ended.”
“No!” Crabbe screamed. “You can’t kick me out! I have an important mission!”
“You?” Greg said disgustedly. “What would that be then? What could you possibly be trusted with?”
“Fair point,” Theo interjected wickedly. “I mean, we couldn’t even trust him to be smart enough not to insult Blaise in the Great Hall. I don’t see why any Lord worth his title would trust this fool with anything of importance.”
“I do not recall being informed of any mission you were to undertake, Mr Crabbe,” Snape said in that dry ‘try-again-you-moron’ tone he usually reserved for Gryffindors.
“I do though. Our Lord will hear of this, Snape! You know he told you to let us go on as we saw fit,” Crabbe replied, though if he was trying to sound threatening, he was failing miserably.
“He did indeed and I have,” was Snape’s dry reply, “Though, if you had actually grasped what I said, you would know that I was given no notice of your…mission.”
Blaise just stood there, waiting for Crabbe to fess up to his alleged mission. Whatever it was, it was sure to be good. No one with a drop of common sense would see Crabbe as more than half-wit bully. It was more likely that the idiot had been given an impossible mission in which his death was the intended result. With that in mind, he flipped through the options available to kill him without giving that idiot Dark Lord satisfaction.
“I’m to watch Draco and bring him to My Lord!” Crabbe screamed, only after Greg twisted his arm and a loud ‘snap’ was heard.
“And?” Greg asked coldly, twisting his arm and pressing down on the broken bone.
“He will pay for his uselessness!” Crabbe exclaimed. “You’ll die too! Get your hands off me, Goyle!”
Blaise shook his head. “Really? Did you actually think you would get away with it? The next thing you will tell me is that Pansy was in on it.”
“She was,” Crabbe all but snarled. “She was to get him to her room so we could incapacitate him.”
“Dear gods, scraping the bottom of the barrel with those two,” Theo muttered disgustedly. “Is it any wonder why I told him to fuck off and die rather than take his tacky tattoo?”
Blaise laughed. He just couldn’t resist. He laughed so hard that he had to hold on to the wall to stay upright. Crabbe and Parkinson working together was hilarious enough. But, to think that they had supposedly been told to get one over on Draco, knowing that Draco was with him and under his considerable protection, was just too much.
“Mr Zabini,” Snape snarled.
He swiped at the tears of mirth on his face, trying for an innocent look. “Yes, Headmaster?”
Snape leaned in. “He will be healed and I will perform an Obliviate on him.”
Blaise grinned, making sure not to be overheard even by Theo. “Make it like Lockhart and I won’t track his sorry arse down and kill him.”
Snape rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. You four should stick to your dorm room until it is time to leave for home tomorrow. Alecto has sworn vengeance on those she feels are responsible for her brother and Miss Parkinson’s deaths.”
He scoffed. “Do you think she scares me?”
“No, I know she doesn’t. That is what I frankly find most disconcerting.”
Blaise held up a hand to keep Snape there and slipped into the dorm room. He was amused to find Ginevra holding his poisons kit already. He mouthed ‘I adore you’ before digging inside for the vial of venom he knew would be undetectable no matter what spells and charms Alecto checked her belongings with. Palming it, he gave Ginevra a quick kiss and re-joined the group in the hallway. When he was sure Crabbe wasn’t looking, he slid the vial into Snape’s hand and whispered, “A drop in her morning tea per day and she’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”
Snape shot him a wary look, but pocketed the vial before stepping forward and hitting Crabbe with a Stupefy. “I will heal Mr Crabbe and escort him off the grounds.”
Blaise motioned for Greg to accompany Snape since he wanted confirmation that Crabbe was memory charmed so badly that the fool wouldn’t know his own name. Theo just grinned and trailed after them.
He closed the door and turned to find Draco and Ginevra looking amused. “Why so amused?”
“What was that vial?” Ginevra asked with a wicked little grin. “Please tell me it will drive that bint insane before killing her.”
“Perhaps,” he conceded. “It is snake venom, one of the most deadly found in the Muggle world.”
Draco looked shocked.
Blaise just grinned. “Some Muggle things are worth using, Draco, especially when there is no magical treatment available.”
Ginevra’s eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand. “Dear gods, that is brilliant.”
“What will it do to her?” Draco asked, leaning back on the bed and propping himself up on his elbows.
Blaise shrugged negligently. “The last time mother used it… well that would be the one man she was involved with that no one questioned her on his death.”
“Nice,” Draco said, shooting him a little half-smile.
“Indeed. Now, why don’t we discuss what happened earlier.” He sat up at the head of the bed, settling against the pillows.
“We tied Draco up and had our wicked way with him,” Ginevra said teasingly. “Why discuss it since we were all there?”
Laughing, he reached down and pulled her gently up to sit with him. They hadn’t taken things too far, but they had a good bit of fun and were close to the end of their collective ropes as to taking that final step. “No, not that, I am well aware of how that experience should be repeated, I meant before that.”
“Ahh, I have no idea how I did it,” Draco said with a shrug, his cheeks flushing. “As far as I know, Legitimacy and Occlumency need direct eye contact.”
Ginevra slid off the bed and went to his wardrobe, digging through and finally pulling out a small, dark blue book. “I saw something in here the other day…” she sat on the edge of the bed and flipped through it until she murmured, “Here it is. Se Astringo means ‘to commit oneself to’. I remembered reading about it,” she said looking up at them and blushing brightly. “It intrigued me is all.”
“I don’t remember saying any incantation like that,” Draco muttered, crawling up to look over her shoulder at the book, “Even if I had, it would have been both of you, not just Blaise.”
Blaise leaned over her other shoulder, reading aloud, “Usually part of the old binding charms of marriage, this allows total trust and openness between the couple. Rare cases of such magic have occurred when those unbound, but dedicated to one another are separated.”
Ginevra sighed. “So perhaps this was one of those rare cases? Though, I don’t see how you can shut it off either and yet,” she turned to look at Draco, “you managed it.”
Draco kissed her shoulder and shrugged. “You were with me and Blaise wasn’t. Perhaps it was an unconscious way of me saying ‘get your arse here’?”
Blaise laughed, delighted with that thought. “I am all for us figuring it out, if you two are.”
Ginevra sighed. “You two are the only ones I would allow in my head like that. My mental wards have to be really strong…”
Draco rolled to his side and laid his head in her lap, reaching up to twirl a curl of her hair around his finger. “Or it could be why I didn’t send it to you. You have enough nightmares and I wouldn’t want to cause more.”
She laid her hand on Draco’s arm. “No, it wouldn’t cause nightmares. Like I said, you two are the only ones I would ever want to be in my head like that. I’m all for it.” She paused, leaning back against Blaise. “In fact, it might actually help with the nightmares…for all of us.”
Nodding, Blaise wrapped his arms around her. “I think it is something we can look into once we get to Valhalla. For now, we should finish packing and relax. At least we know that the train ride should be easier.”
Ginevra snickered. “If you think Kingsley will allow us to stay on the train more than five minutes, you really need witness his chronic paranoia again, darling.”
“We’ll be lucky to be there long enough for the train to leave the station,” Blaise replied dryly. “I am well aware of his paranoia and I applaud him for it as well. We’re not thinking about it until tomorrow though; we should just lock the door and stay here as requested.”
“Do you think the elves would bring chocolate?” Ginevra smiled sweetly. “They brought hot chocolate this morning and I find myself craving it.”
Blaise just snickered as Draco bound off the bed and across the room to Floo the house elves. He was feeling very good about the turn his life had taken. He had Draco and Ginevra with him and he was free to kill at will. Really, what more could he ask for?
Username: Anonymous
Chapter: Chapter Six
Pairing(s): Blaise/Ginny/Draco
Rating: NC17
Chapter Word Count: 3,158
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 Six
Lifeline -Papa Roach
Draco breathed a sigh of relief when they made it to Thursday without any of them being called into Alecto’s office. They would board the train tomorrow early and be away and hopefully safe. It was true that Blaise had pulled Grant Page, a Ravenclaw, aside and toyed with him a bit before sending Theo off to inform Snape that there was one less Death Eater in the castle on Tuesday, but Page had deserved it. He’d been spouting off about ‘teaching Lovegood a lesson’ in the middle of the Charms corridor. Anyone that stupid deserved whatever it was that Blaise had done to him for ‘upsetting Theo and Ginevra’ had Page been able to make good on this threat.
He had made a quick exit when Theo and Greg had gone to find Lovegood and try, one last time, to convince her to go with them tomorrow. The blonde seemed to have no regard for her own health and well-being.
Attempting to slip through the common room unseen, Draco was surprised and more than a little appalled when Pansy slunk over, trying her ‘seductive’ routine. “Back off,” he said tiredly, wanting to get rid of her so he could go to the room and curl up with Ginevra for a bit.
She batted her eyelashes and pouted. “Aww, you know you don’t mean that, Draco. I’ve been lonely without you. Come to my room with me and make it up to me.”
He sneered. “Not a fucking chance, Parkinson. We had our fun and I told you, numerous times, that it was done. Are you that desperate for a shag that you’d try to wheedle your way into my bed when everyone knows I’ve got someone far more attractive and frankly better in it already?”
She stared at him before turning on her heel and racing out of the room towards the dungeons, sobbing and wailing. Draco didn’t miss Blaise following her out and just shook his head. Pansy had known that their little thing was no strings attached and that he’d never considered taking it further. Sadly, she seemed to have forgotten her agreement to consider it just that.
Glaring at the gobsmacked idiots who were still staring at him, he made his way back to the dorm room wondering what Blaise would do to her since he usually took a ‘harm no women’ approach. Somehow he rather thought Blaise might just make an exception as he had done for Alecto. Pushing the door open, he grinned at the sight of Ginevra, dressed in his Quidditch jumper and a pair of Blaise’s pyjama bottoms. She was laid out on their bed reading what looked to be the Iliad.
“Having fun?” he teased, pulling off his robes and tossing them on the bed.
She looked up and crinkled her nose. “Going a bit stir crazy actually. Dare I ask what that racket was all about a minute ago?”
He rolled his eyes and sat next to her. “Just Parkinson finally realising I wouldn’t touch her if my life depended on it.”
She rolled to her side, setting the book down, her brows lifting. “Oh dear, what did it finally take?”
He shrugged. At one time he had considered Pansy a friend, but she’d gone a bit batty about the whole serve the Dark Lord thing and that had shown her true colours. Besides that, she really did look like a pug and half the time sounded like a kneazle who’d had its tail stepped on. “I wasn’t particularly nice. She ran out crying. Oh, and Blaise will be a few minutes.”
She shifted, sitting in his lap and laying her head on his shoulder. “I take it he saw?”
“You could say that.” Draco toed off his boots and kicked them off. “But never mind that, we’ve a bit of time alone. What do you say to me trying to distract you from your stir-craziness?”
She shifted to straddle his hips and slowly unbuttoned his white oxford and slid off his tie. “I like the sound of that.”
He smiled as she ran her hands over his chest, wondering not for the first time how the seven hells he had been granted not just a reprieve, but Ginevra and Blaise. Without thinking twice, he reached up and cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently, trying to show her all the things he was unable to put into words. Nipping lightly at her bottom lip, he pulled back just enough to take a breath. “I adore you,” he whispered.
“I adore you, so very much,” she replied, lifting her arms as he tugged the jumper up and off.
“I adore you both,” Blaise said from the doorway, his appreciation clear as he closed the door and put up a ward that would not even allow Greg and Theo inside. He grinned as he pulled off his robes and sat on the edge of the bed. “How are you projecting your thoughts to me, Draco?”
Draco’s eyes widened and the flow of thoughts cut off abruptly. “I have no idea.”
“Well, you just cut them off,” Blaise said with a sigh. “Did you mean to?”
Ginevra tossed the Quidditch jumper at him, pouting. “I’m shirtless here and you’re worried over some weird bit of magic that Draco can’t control?”
Blaise shrugged and pulled off his tie, tossing it next to Draco’s on the bed. “It was curious is all; no one has been able to get past my mental wards…ever.”
“Why don’t we commence with the adoration of our lovely girlfriend and worry over it later?” Draco suggested wryly. “If we do figure it out, perhaps we can make it work for all three of us… if you want to.”
Laughing, Blaise pulled off his boots and slid over to them. “If it means seeing things through your eyes as I was earlier, I am all for it. Parkinson had to be taken care of quickly since you two were distracting me completely.”
Draco looked smug. “Not my fault that Ginevra is stunningly gorgeous, now is it?”
“No, but you will have to get paid back for it.” Blaise scooped up the ties. “I think I have the perfect way to do so.”
Draco’s eyes widened and Ginevra grabbed a tie, saying, “Oh, I do like the way you think. You did set the ward, yes?”
Blaise chuckled, motioning for Draco to take off his shirt. “I did, there is no way I want those two walking in on us.”
Holding up the tie and giving Draco a look that said ‘get on with it’, Blaise smirked. He was certain that none of them would look at the uniform ties the same way again after what he had planned for the afternoon.
--ii-
Banging on the door pulled Blaise from a sound sleep. Sighing, he grabbed his trousers from the floor, pulling them on quickly and glanced over to make sure Ginevra and Draco were covered. He took a moment to snicker over the ties still attached to the bedposts before opening the door.
“What did you do to her?” Crabbe shrieked.
Keeping the door from opening all the way, Blaise made sure to appear puzzled. “Who? What are you on about? We were sleeping, you pillock.”
“Pansy! She was found just a few minutes ago.”
Oh, well that explained part of this little fit. “I was here, with Draco, all afternoon, Crabbe. Your delusional behaviour is starting to irritate me.”
Crabbe shoved against the door. Blaise held firm, not acknowledging Draco who had circled around to help him keep the door from flying open. Crabbe didn’t need to know Draco was awake. “You did this!”
“How did I do that? Even I can’t be in two places at once,” Blaise said dryly. “Though, I would so love to have that talent. Was she injured?”
“No! You bastard! She’s dead!”
Crabbe’s face was turning a funny shade of red. Intrigued, Blaise allowed himself a small smirk. “And you immediately blame me? I’m flattered, really I am. Why would I bother with that slag?”
Crabbe went for his wand, not noticing Theo and Greg approaching from the common room. Greg tackled him, tossing the idiot’s wand to Theo. “Now, you don’t want to do anything stupid,” Greg said, pressing the idiot to the floor with his knee, his wand at Crabbe’s temple.
“Theo, what is this moron on about?” Blaise inquired, taking his wand from Draco while Crabbe was distracted.
“Parkinson committed suicide,” Theo said lightly. “She even left a note.”
Blaise hazarded a glance at Draco, but the blond was shaking his head and trying not to smile. He mouthed ‘nicely played’ and Blaise knew that his method hadn’t upset his boyfriend. Good. Turning back to Theo, he winked cheekily. “My reputation must be expanding if silly bints offing themselves now fall under my many talents.”
Theo laughed, grinning. “Indeed, should we escort this fool to Snape?”
“No need,” Snape said testily, joining them. “I took it upon myself to track down Mr Crabbe after being made aware of his accusations.”
“I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted,” Blaise said, slipping out the door but leaving the door open just enough so that Draco and Ginevra, who was snickering softly by this point, could hear.
Snape’s left eye was twitching a bit and he crossed his arms over his chest. “I cannot allow Mr Crabbe to make mindless accusations any longer. I do believe his time here has ended.”
“No!” Crabbe screamed. “You can’t kick me out! I have an important mission!”
“You?” Greg said disgustedly. “What would that be then? What could you possibly be trusted with?”
“Fair point,” Theo interjected wickedly. “I mean, we couldn’t even trust him to be smart enough not to insult Blaise in the Great Hall. I don’t see why any Lord worth his title would trust this fool with anything of importance.”
“I do not recall being informed of any mission you were to undertake, Mr Crabbe,” Snape said in that dry ‘try-again-you-moron’ tone he usually reserved for Gryffindors.
“I do though. Our Lord will hear of this, Snape! You know he told you to let us go on as we saw fit,” Crabbe replied, though if he was trying to sound threatening, he was failing miserably.
“He did indeed and I have,” was Snape’s dry reply, “Though, if you had actually grasped what I said, you would know that I was given no notice of your…mission.”
Blaise just stood there, waiting for Crabbe to fess up to his alleged mission. Whatever it was, it was sure to be good. No one with a drop of common sense would see Crabbe as more than half-wit bully. It was more likely that the idiot had been given an impossible mission in which his death was the intended result. With that in mind, he flipped through the options available to kill him without giving that idiot Dark Lord satisfaction.
“I’m to watch Draco and bring him to My Lord!” Crabbe screamed, only after Greg twisted his arm and a loud ‘snap’ was heard.
“And?” Greg asked coldly, twisting his arm and pressing down on the broken bone.
“He will pay for his uselessness!” Crabbe exclaimed. “You’ll die too! Get your hands off me, Goyle!”
Blaise shook his head. “Really? Did you actually think you would get away with it? The next thing you will tell me is that Pansy was in on it.”
“She was,” Crabbe all but snarled. “She was to get him to her room so we could incapacitate him.”
“Dear gods, scraping the bottom of the barrel with those two,” Theo muttered disgustedly. “Is it any wonder why I told him to fuck off and die rather than take his tacky tattoo?”
Blaise laughed. He just couldn’t resist. He laughed so hard that he had to hold on to the wall to stay upright. Crabbe and Parkinson working together was hilarious enough. But, to think that they had supposedly been told to get one over on Draco, knowing that Draco was with him and under his considerable protection, was just too much.
“Mr Zabini,” Snape snarled.
He swiped at the tears of mirth on his face, trying for an innocent look. “Yes, Headmaster?”
Snape leaned in. “He will be healed and I will perform an Obliviate on him.”
Blaise grinned, making sure not to be overheard even by Theo. “Make it like Lockhart and I won’t track his sorry arse down and kill him.”
Snape rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. You four should stick to your dorm room until it is time to leave for home tomorrow. Alecto has sworn vengeance on those she feels are responsible for her brother and Miss Parkinson’s deaths.”
He scoffed. “Do you think she scares me?”
“No, I know she doesn’t. That is what I frankly find most disconcerting.”
Blaise held up a hand to keep Snape there and slipped into the dorm room. He was amused to find Ginevra holding his poisons kit already. He mouthed ‘I adore you’ before digging inside for the vial of venom he knew would be undetectable no matter what spells and charms Alecto checked her belongings with. Palming it, he gave Ginevra a quick kiss and re-joined the group in the hallway. When he was sure Crabbe wasn’t looking, he slid the vial into Snape’s hand and whispered, “A drop in her morning tea per day and she’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”
Snape shot him a wary look, but pocketed the vial before stepping forward and hitting Crabbe with a Stupefy. “I will heal Mr Crabbe and escort him off the grounds.”
Blaise motioned for Greg to accompany Snape since he wanted confirmation that Crabbe was memory charmed so badly that the fool wouldn’t know his own name. Theo just grinned and trailed after them.
He closed the door and turned to find Draco and Ginevra looking amused. “Why so amused?”
“What was that vial?” Ginevra asked with a wicked little grin. “Please tell me it will drive that bint insane before killing her.”
“Perhaps,” he conceded. “It is snake venom, one of the most deadly found in the Muggle world.”
Draco looked shocked.
Blaise just grinned. “Some Muggle things are worth using, Draco, especially when there is no magical treatment available.”
Ginevra’s eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand. “Dear gods, that is brilliant.”
“What will it do to her?” Draco asked, leaning back on the bed and propping himself up on his elbows.
Blaise shrugged negligently. “The last time mother used it… well that would be the one man she was involved with that no one questioned her on his death.”
“Nice,” Draco said, shooting him a little half-smile.
“Indeed. Now, why don’t we discuss what happened earlier.” He sat up at the head of the bed, settling against the pillows.
“We tied Draco up and had our wicked way with him,” Ginevra said teasingly. “Why discuss it since we were all there?”
Laughing, he reached down and pulled her gently up to sit with him. They hadn’t taken things too far, but they had a good bit of fun and were close to the end of their collective ropes as to taking that final step. “No, not that, I am well aware of how that experience should be repeated, I meant before that.”
“Ahh, I have no idea how I did it,” Draco said with a shrug, his cheeks flushing. “As far as I know, Legitimacy and Occlumency need direct eye contact.”
Ginevra slid off the bed and went to his wardrobe, digging through and finally pulling out a small, dark blue book. “I saw something in here the other day…” she sat on the edge of the bed and flipped through it until she murmured, “Here it is. Se Astringo means ‘to commit oneself to’. I remembered reading about it,” she said looking up at them and blushing brightly. “It intrigued me is all.”
“I don’t remember saying any incantation like that,” Draco muttered, crawling up to look over her shoulder at the book, “Even if I had, it would have been both of you, not just Blaise.”
Blaise leaned over her other shoulder, reading aloud, “Usually part of the old binding charms of marriage, this allows total trust and openness between the couple. Rare cases of such magic have occurred when those unbound, but dedicated to one another are separated.”
Ginevra sighed. “So perhaps this was one of those rare cases? Though, I don’t see how you can shut it off either and yet,” she turned to look at Draco, “you managed it.”
Draco kissed her shoulder and shrugged. “You were with me and Blaise wasn’t. Perhaps it was an unconscious way of me saying ‘get your arse here’?”
Blaise laughed, delighted with that thought. “I am all for us figuring it out, if you two are.”
Ginevra sighed. “You two are the only ones I would allow in my head like that. My mental wards have to be really strong…”
Draco rolled to his side and laid his head in her lap, reaching up to twirl a curl of her hair around his finger. “Or it could be why I didn’t send it to you. You have enough nightmares and I wouldn’t want to cause more.”
She laid her hand on Draco’s arm. “No, it wouldn’t cause nightmares. Like I said, you two are the only ones I would ever want to be in my head like that. I’m all for it.” She paused, leaning back against Blaise. “In fact, it might actually help with the nightmares…for all of us.”
Nodding, Blaise wrapped his arms around her. “I think it is something we can look into once we get to Valhalla. For now, we should finish packing and relax. At least we know that the train ride should be easier.”
Ginevra snickered. “If you think Kingsley will allow us to stay on the train more than five minutes, you really need witness his chronic paranoia again, darling.”
“We’ll be lucky to be there long enough for the train to leave the station,” Blaise replied dryly. “I am well aware of his paranoia and I applaud him for it as well. We’re not thinking about it until tomorrow though; we should just lock the door and stay here as requested.”
“Do you think the elves would bring chocolate?” Ginevra smiled sweetly. “They brought hot chocolate this morning and I find myself craving it.”
Blaise just snickered as Draco bound off the bed and across the room to Floo the house elves. He was feeling very good about the turn his life had taken. He had Draco and Ginevra with him and he was free to kill at will. Really, what more could he ask for?