Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, Blaise, or anything. But I do own the poem used.
Blaise Zabini was a Slytherin.
He was cool, cold, calculating; he never let his heart get in the way of anything.
He didn't have a heart.
At least that's what he told himself.
Until he met him- Harry Potter.
Until he had to seduce him- Harry Potter.
Until he had to make him fall in love with him- Blaise Zabini.
Until he had to break up with him, and break his heart.
All for the Dark Lord.
At least that's what people told him.
And so he did it.
Blaise Zabini seduced Harry Potter.
Blaise Zabini made Harry Potter fall in love with him.
Blaise Zabini broke up with Harry Potter, and broke Harry Potter's heart.
Blaise Zabini watched hot tears streak down Harry Potter's face and didn't feel a thing- because Blaise Zabini was a Slytherin.
But, he did feel something when he had seduced Har- Potter.
Excitement of the challenge- getting to know him.
Fear of rejection- that he may not want him.
Happiness when he succeeded- when he had him.
And Blaise did feel something when he made Potter fall for him.
Peace when he fall into his arms- like he'd belonged there his whole life.
Happiness when he'd introduced him as his boyfriend- to his friends, to everyone.
Love when he'd stare into his big green eyes- eyes that shone only for him.
And Blaise felt something when he'd broken up with Potter, broke his heart- like planned.
Loss of something- something yet unknown.
Emptiness of that unknown- unsure if it had been worth it.
Sadness at a realization- that he'd fallen in love, and killed that love, for a man whom he now chose not to follow, but to help destroy.
Yes, Blaise had a heart.
He knew that now- that he could feel.
But as he sat on the floor outside of the Gryffindor common room with hot tears running down his face- he wasn't sure how Harry felt- even as he read and reread the poem that he'd left for him.
He didn't know if Harry still loved him- or if he'd even forgiven him or understood.
But he read the poem. And he reread the poem, hoping that it would give him the answers to everything he thought he'd known- and everything he didn't know he didn't know.
Down
Brought me down.
Painted my face.
Made me a clown.
Right down,
Right down.
Right down to the bright red nose.
Made me cry,
Tears running down.
Thought I'd die
From the pain you'd caused.
But I was wrong.
I was wrong.
I was wrong?
Yeah, I was wrong,
Cause I am strong.
Wash my face-
Wash my hands-
Cause that's the case.
I don't need you.
I'm done,
I'm through.
Cause you brought me down
Yeah- once upon a time- You brought me down
But I came up fast.
I am strong,
I am strong.
And maybe the poem did answer those questions- maybe they didn't.
All Blaise Zabini knew was that Harry Potter was on the ground outside the Gryffindor common room with him now.
And that's all that matter.
A/N: I know it's a little unclear. I might make a sequel "And The Answers Did Come" to clear things up, but I don't know… I wrote the story around the poem. I actually changed the 2nd line from the 2nd stanza from "make-up running down" to "tears running down" to fit the characters. Cause I like the pairing. Oh and yes, I wrote the poem. Please don't… umm… steal it.
Thank you, I hope you liked it.
Please review if you do, and/or if you want a sequel.
- Kaila aka P2006M