rarepair_shorts Ficlet- PG-13 - Falling apart, barely breathing
Title: Falling apart, barely breathing
Character Pairing: Luna/Blaise
Prompt: facing tomorrow alone
Rating: PG-13 possibly- for mild language
Word Count: 651
Summary: Blaise Zabini is an enigma, even to those closest to him. He also get bored very easily. Luna Lovegood is anything but boring.
Author's Notes: Yeah, 'forget most of canon' still applies. ;) Eeps, 11 of 13...almost to the end...
Link to Prompt Table: This way...
"I am going away."
Blaise was sure he had heard her wrong. It had to be that. There was no way he'd heard her say the one thing that was sure to make his heart skip a beat. He blinked, opening and closing his mouth soundlessly.
"Don't look for me," she whispered pleadingly. "I am doing this for both of us."
Blaise couldn't speak, his shock and horror overrode his instinct to protest, to demand that she not go anywhere, that this most certainly wasn't a good idea. All he could do was watch as she slowly backed towards the door, biting her bottom lip, her eyes filling with tears she was obviously struggling to keep from falling. He wanted to call out, to stop her some way, but it felt as if his feet were stuck to the floor, as if someone had used a Petrificus Totalus on him. He couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't do anything but watch her walk away.
He all he could hear was her whispered, "I adore you and always have," as he finally regained the ability to move. Racing down the corridors, he felt the pulse of Apparition and slid to a stop, his shoulders slumping in defeat. She was gone and it would take a good bit of time to find her. But, she'd asked that he not do so. He'd never gone against her wishes before. Dare he now?
"This is for the best."
He whirled, despondency quickly replaced by anger, to face his mother. "What did you do, Mother?"
Callista sighed. "She asked me to help and I couldn't say no."
"Yes, you damn well could have!"
She shook her head. "It is for the best, Blaise. You were too caught up in her and she obviously doesn't feel the same. Now that she is gone we can begin arrangements for you to marry a suitable heiress. Think of what is best for the family."
His eyes narrowed dangerously. He had always respected his mother, treated her with the respect she was due. Always. But that time had passed. It was with a great deal of anger and satisfaction that he said, "You made me, magically and legally Head of this family."
She glared, crossing her arms over her chest, looking completely disgusted with him. "I can revoke that if you continue to act like a spoilt child that's had his favourite toy taken away."
The floor shook, vases shattered, windows cracked as the force of the Master's anger reverberated through The Vale. The House Elves appeared around him, bowing and posturing, their voices joining in a chorus of 'Master, how can we help? What do you need?'
"I need Mizzy Luna," he told them coldly. "She's asked to be left alone and Mistress Callista helped her leave."
He turned, striding down the corridor, a plan forming quickly. "Give Mistress Callista nothing until she reveals Luna's whereabouts. Master Zabini demands it."
His grin was feral as he felt the second wave of rumbling, the magic inherent in the very stones amending itself to carry out his wishes. Callista could leave, of course, but every property recognised him as Master and every elf and servant in his employ was helpless to do anything but follow his demands. He paused, looking over his shoulder, sarcasm nearly dripping from every word, "Aren't you so very proud, Mother? I learned well from you, didn't I?"
With that he Apparated to the one person he could think of that Luna would let close. If he could convince Padma to join her wherever it was she'd fled to then at least he would know Luna was safe. Standing on the hill overlooking the Patil family home, Blaise realised that without Luna he had no one. He'd never truly been alone before.
He wasn't certain he could handle it.