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DISCLAIMER: Known characters are Rowling's. Unknown (unexistent too) characters and plot are mine.

WARNING: slash (homosexual relationships). Can't handle it, press the back button because I don't like receiving destructive reviews. Thanks!

NOTE 1: This is probably one of the most random pairings I've ever written about, but I liked it and I had too much free time. I'm sorry for not updating my other stories, but when inspiration comes for something you have to grab it. Unfortunately, she never comes when I try to update an on-going story.

NOTE 2: As soon as you start reading you'll realize I'm working with fanon!Blaise instead of canon!Blaise. I have nothing against the canon, but I've used (and loved) fanon!Blaise for so long that I simply couldn't write this story with the wicked evil twin from the books. I'm sorry to all his fans. This was written before Half-Blood Prince.

NOTE 3: I'm a Spanish speaker, so any grammatical/coherency mistake pointed out will be gladly received. If you want to be my beta, I'll be glad.

Spanish version: http : / / www . fan fiction . net / s / 3333997 / 1 /

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Title: Harlequin

Author: GaBo0

Pairing: BillBlaise

Rating: M

Summary: An unexpected meeting between two strangers on the most inadequate place. How things develop and one never saw it coming.

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Harlequin

By GaBo0


Ace of Diamonds

Being Blaise Zabini wasn't the easiest thing in the world as some might have thought. After a traumatizing welcome ceremony at the start of his first year at Hogwarts, he wasn't very sure if he should thank some omnipresent being that no one remembered it or feel upset because nobody did. It had been seven years already and thankfully it was something that no longer kept him up at nights. If it had ever done it when he was still a child, now that he was becoming a young adult (if he could call himself that) his image wasn't as important as before and, at the same time, it was the most important thing for his survival.

How ironic

Seven years and countless accidents had leaded him to occupy a relatively important place on his social circle. Despite his quiet persona, his presence was acknowledged whenever he went. Taking into consideration that Draco Malfoy, one of the most influent people at the moment, was on his side, there was no reason to worry about petty things that had most of the Slytherin population pulling on their hair.

Since birth, he had been different from the rest of his generation. It was weird that, coming from an old and powerful pureblood family, he had no real home on the wizarding world. It was also strange that his mother had no marriage that lasted more than 4 years. During his whole life he had lived with four stepfathers and he was sure that, even having listened to his schoolmates complaining about their real parents, his mother's husbands had never reached the level of intimacy that is needed to have a healthy father-son relationship.

Not that they were bad at all. Actually, none of them had any other flaw that having married his mother. Because Blaise loved his mother; loved her more that any other thing in the world. He loved her as much as he hated her ways to move in the world. After his father's death, his mother had started to have those fleeting marriages that everyone believed will last forever. Blaise wasn't very sure that this was an accurate version or the version some preferred him to believe.

Amina had always been, and always will be, the woman with whom Blaise could only dream to marry one day. Quiet and elegant, full of sly and smart comments, of calculating gaze and clear mind, with an insatiable hunger of knowledge, power and wealth. She was a woman that wanted to reach the top of her capacity during the brief time she was going to be on earth. For Blaise, that enthusiasm and perseverance that his mother put on her own perfectionism would be something that'll mark him forever, maybe unconsciously, for the rest of his life.

Since he was a kid he tried to be like his mother. If she held conversations with high-class people, he'd do it with their heirs. If she walked elegant and gracefully, he would observe her while he copied each and every one of her movements. This constant viewing of her allowed him to imitate and perfect the simplest techniques of seduction that she might use to the logic and calculation behind each one of her most intricate lies. He remembers Draco telling him that his way of moving around the place and talk with people always made him remember those uptight ladies that used to have tea at Malfoy Manor.

It was to be expected.

At Hogwarts, he was not so surprised when he heard the Sorting Hat whisper on his ear that the only place where his cunning and calculating personality would fit will be Slytherin. Although he hadn't heard a lot about Hogwarts before, he did know that that house was known for growing dark wizards with vicious personalities and love for the dark arts. This, far from repelling him, just made him curious and, on his way to Hogwarts, he had already decided to befriend a Slytherin even if he was not sorted on that house.

The next years had been a turbulence of never-ending events that occurred on shooting moments. His more-than-fast escalating on the social pyramid had been almost as brutal as his friendship with Draco. From being considerate a little less than a guy with some luck, he became the right hand of the heir of the wealthiest family on England. There were very few who dare stand against him.

Still, he had never really wanted his life to take that turn. Probably his mother would be very proud of him now that he was being invited to important social gatherings and was able to spend time with ambassadors and socialités. It was more than probable that her pride would dissolve when she learned he bedded some of them, most of them not being cute little girls his age.

Draco knew it and lost no chance to mock him about it. Blaise, with his exotic demeanour, always drew all the attention to himself instead of letting the Malfoy heir have it -traditional beauty seemed to be a little out of fashion lately. Blaise knew that his skin, as white as Draco's, seemed much paler against his dark reddish hair. He knew that his blue eyes seemed deeper surrounded by his long curved eyelashes. He knew his best angle and how to use it to get a drink from an old millionaire. And he also knew Draco was jealous.

Not that he should be, really, since he had a fiancée with whom he seemed to get along pretty well. Blaise, on the other hand, didn't intend to commit on a near future; so he had planned on enjoying his life and the privileges his wealthy lovers gave him until he eventually got bored of them. His mother, fortunately, was too busy with her own affairs to busy her mind with his affairs -and thus she never saw the new and expensive acquisitions that popped into her son's room from time to time. Or, if she suspected, she had no courage to face him (which was not a possibility for Blaise since his mother was everything but a coward).

And so, little by little, the boy who always looked up to his mother as a role model had now the world practically at his feet like a huge colourful book, where the characters of the story danced around him with painted smiles of shiny colours and a landscape that opened up in front of him inviting and tempting. The cute child had now become an attractive young man. The taciturn and observing character had mutated into a sensual and calculator one. His eyes had filled with the ambition that her mother's black eyes reflected whenever she saw her new prey.

And it was that young man whom Bill Weasley met that night on that bar, hidden under the shadows that the barely illuminated walls projected over the dusty tables.

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Chapter Summary: A look into Blaise Zabini

Monday, January 15th, 2007

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