Polite indifference.
Chapter one
A/N okay, so this is my big project, ta dah! Ron/Blaise is one of my OTPs, but I've only recently become aware of the adorableness that they are, so. I decided to give this a try. It's going to be cute, fluffy. And Multichapters. I know I shouldn't start a new big fic when I already have several on the go but who cares!? Not you! You get a badly written fanfiction about to hot guys! Yippee! Some Cho bashing ,guys, I really can't stand that slut.
~Lupin3Black
Fuck. When would they stop bloody kicking? My ribs feel like they have been shattered, battered, tore from my torso, threw off a bridge and stuck back in, upside down, my hand has been stepped on so many times I can't even feel the pain and my left leg throbs worse than Dobby's fingers when he shut them in the oven door. A red hue is tinting my vision and my short temper spike precariously, but I'm too out of it to even fight back.
Who is attacking me? You ask? A group of people from all houses , something about death eater fathers and mothers lost in the war. I thought all death eater children were slytherins but apparently not.
"Awww...poor Weasley, a member of the golden trio can't even lift his head?" Cho Chang taunted, aiming one well-placed kick to my side as she did so. It hurts so much I can't even reply, just an attractive mixture of blood and saliva bubbles out of my split lips.
"Oh, I can see what all the ladies see in you!" Michel Corner laughs sarcastically, is he even a ravenclaw? Hell if I know! I gurgle at him, I know terrifying right? S'cuse me, but my attention is focused on not dying. As in, y'know really, literal ending sort of death? A hufflepuff that 'Mione tutored in potions once ,delicately places her blunt boot heel on my fingers and grinds down hard, I clench my teeth to stop from screaming, but I don't think I have any teeth left.
"I don't think you should being doing that." A dark,husky, rumbling but soft voice comes from the corner, I prize open my eyes, wincing as blood spilled into them and shut them quickly, but not before I see the speaker.
"And why not Blaise?" Cho asks, her voice a little too innocent. Too sweet, the type she used to seduce Harry in fifth year before he found what snake she was and started to date Draco Malfoy. If you've got a problem with it, please see their fan club. I'm sure they'd be 'delighted' to show you their ways.
"Well Chong." He gets her name wrong and knows it because he smirks, just slightly, my eyes may be closed but I can hear it in his voice "As little as I care for Weasley, I don't think you should kill him."
"Enlighten me, Zabini, why should I care what happens to Weaselface?" Gah! Fucking Weaselface! Everyone hates Weasleface! Never mind that he helped save all your asses, let's just beat the crap out of him! No problem! If she wasn't a girl, and I wasn't half dead, I'd totally punch her.
"Because, Miss Yang, while a lifelong trip to Azkaban may seem fun to you, and I'm sure you want to visit your delightful minx of a mother, I'm afraid it wouldn't be that simple. A death on the hallways I'm patrolling, will unfortunately not look good on my medical school application." Zabini says, I think that's the most I ever heard him speak. He normally doesn't say a word unless he's spoken too, it's unnerving to hear him speak in such a a voice, it's dark but void of emotion, somehow polite but yet rude, like he really couldn't give a fuck if I died right here.
Blinking the blood away, I see Cho visibly pale and snarl at him, but call off her cronies anyway, the sharp pain in my hand is extinguished but replaced by a dull throbbing. Together, all four of them, Cho Chang, Michel Corner, Cormac McLaggen and Hannah Abbot line up in front of him, like they are about to charge. Zabini just stares down at them, one eyebrow raised cooly, his stare levelled until one by one they all look away from his piercing gaze.
"C'mon." Hannah mutters, pulling on her blonde-pigtails (I got beat up by a girl with pig-tails, how much does that assert my manliness?) absent-mildly, staring at her shoes as they all start down the hall,as they disappear from view, Cho calls back, "This ain't over Zabini, you can't protect him forever!"
Just staring at her makes her quicken her pace though, as soon, she too has disappeared from view.
As soon as their gone though, Zabini is by my side, his face slightly worried, if I made the boy-with-no-emotion worried then I must look horrible. Then again, I am in a fetal position, in the middle of the hallway covered in blood and holding my rib cage.
"Are you okay?" He asks, his deep voice radiating through dm, slightly unnerving.
"Yeah." I croak out, my voice sounding weird with lack of teeth, "I'm completely dandy." Zabini grabs my hand to check my pulse, and although I wince, his touch makes me shiver, why I don't know.
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of intelligence." He says softly, reaching one hand up to feel my forehead, and yet again I shiver.
"But it's the highest form of wit." I rasp and he grins, I've never actually seen him smile now that I think about it, well, I've never actually seen him around.
"Not many people know that. Are you cold? You keep shivering." He says, concerned, wow, he showed two emotions in 20 minutes, if I wasn't in so much pain I would probably punch the air say 'Yes!' Very loudly.
I shake my head by way of answer, but automatically regret it when my neck throbs and my vision dims, my head falls back to the ground with a thump.
"Bugger, I've trained in first aid, I know a spell that'll take away all forms of discomfort, do you trust me enough to preform it?" He asks, his eyes locking on my squinting ones, I can see why Cho backed away, one of his eyes is a deep brown while the other is a rich gold. For some reason, I don't seem to mind them.
"Can you hear me?" He asks, his voice borderline hysteria, "Hell, I should've just taken you to the infirmary as soon as I found you!"
"I can hear you, just fucking do the spell." I hiss, my throat seeming dry and scratchy. He has the decency to look embarrassed, (an emotion that looks adorable on him-wait what!) before raising his wand and whispering, "Lenciol!"
I feel a warmth spreading through my body, running through the aches and pains and it's so buggering nice. I could float. I really could.
Blaise (when'd he become Blaise?) smiles at my obviously ecstatic expression, "It is a lovely feeling, isn't it?" He says, he sounds so posh that I feel like such an uncouth bastard right then but I can't help it, I laugh outright because he's sounds so funny, "I'm just to take you to see Mrs Pompfrey, she'll heal you with potions and spells, is that okay?" He lifts me up bridal style and I instantly feel weird.
"What're you doing mate?" I ask, eyes wide with alarm, which only get wider when he reached one hand up and wipes the blood out of my eye. He seems genuinely confused by my question.
"I'm taking you to the hospital wing. I just said that, is your hearing okay?" He asked, seeming politely indifferent as he starts walking.
I ignore the hearing comment and say "I know, but I can walk, Jeez, this ain't Cinderella y'know!" My voice breaks and he glances down at my leg, following his gaze, I see it's purple and swelling.
Maybe I can't walk then
"Perhaps you can, but I doubt that it's safe to walk on that leg." He says, still carrying me like some-sort of fairy tale princess. Blokes don't do that to each other unless we're joking. Seriously, has he grown up separated from every else his age? It's common knowledge, you only carry birds like that. And that's only because they like all that sensitive crap.
"No, but mate, y'see-"
"Calm down Ronald, I have no romantic feelings for you, what-so-ever. So stop talking, before you put a strain on your vocal chords, you could lose them permanently, did someone step on them?" He says, I'm still reeling at the 'Ronald' before what he says kicks in and I have the sense to look embarrassed.
"Er. Yeah. The blonde girl."
He frowns at me, "The one with pig-tails and Pygmy puff hair ties?"
So now I'm really embarrassed. Thanks mate.
We walk (well, he walks, I kind of just gape at him) in silence after that, and I can't help but feel warm and safe in his arms. Which is kinda weird. Because I'm as straight as a ruler. And I completely don't fancy this hunk of a dude. Because I don't. Even though he's 6'3, with extremely long legs, built like an ox, with the huskiest voice ever and possibly the most intriguing eyes I've ever seen. And no I'm not gay, I'm allowed to think that, because I'm straight and I'm simply complimenting a fellow species of the straight male clique.
Even if I was gay he's so not my type.
I stare at him, he catches my eye and flashes me a smile, a rare smile, and I feel my insides turn to mush. I could literally just snog him there and then, forget about the injuries-NOT GAY! SO NOT GAY! THATS HARRY'S FORTE NOT MINE!
God, I feel sick.
"Blaise, I knew you were gay, but do you really have to bed Weasley? Come on!" A familiar voice teases and I blush. Blaise is gay? YESSSS-wait I mean, but that makes this seem so much worse than it is. But I can't place that voice anywhere-
"I'm only taking him to the hospital wing, Draco, some girls beat him up." Oh fuck Draco, with Draco here, Harry's not long behind, and he'll tease the shit outt-
"Hey Dray, Blaise, are you going to sleep with Ron?" Am I ever going to get to finish speaking
"No!" Draco laughed, clutching his sides, "Weasley, got beat up by some girls!" When Harry started laughing though, Blaise spoke up.
"There were boys too, four altogether. That Cho girl, I do believe you used to date her Harry. Now if you could excuse us, Ronald is losing blood." Blaise said, raising one eyebrow at a blushing Harry and a pouting Draco before pushing past both and continuing to the hospital wing. Unfortunately not before we heard Harry hiss,
"Blaise so fancies Ron, or 'Ronald' as he calls him.'
It could be the light, but I'm sure I saw Blaise blush.
A/N so guys, are any of you Blaise/Ron fans? I just love them. Picture it. It's so fucking hot.
~Btw, I watched educating Yorkshire the other day, the one with the guy that had a stutter and I cried buckets. Then, it showed clip of all these really fit dudes crying and I was like, 'brain melt' because most dudes think crying is girly, but they don't know, that most girls dig a guy that can cry. After that random thought of the day. Goodnight.
~Lupin3Black
P.S I know I made Ron seem so uncouth but, I just had to emphasize how posh Blaise is. So he's really posh. Really gorgeous, and a doctor in-training, how awesome is Blaise, I'm falling in love with this character, I really am.
P.S.S Readers of Eyeliner, leather and highschool, hear my cry, should I just leave it at chapter 6, or should I continue it, I don't know, I'm losing the plot with that. Give me your thoughts.