Second chapter,, I know noone read the first but personally I like this fic and enjoy writing it so I wanted to carry on. I think this chapter's better than the previous one.
I wanted to clear a few things up, firstly, yes this is a predominately DracoBlaise fic but I am unsure at the moment as to whether Ginny will join them or not. It depends how I feel.
Disclaimer: I own nothing (sadly) except for any characters you do not recognise (:
Blaise was disorientated when he woke up, a pounding headache and aching limbs to accompany him.
He staggered to the bathroom with his eyes half closed, splashing his face with water whilst he tried to remember what the hell had happened the night before. He definitely remembered going into Hogsmeade and getting drunk. He was positive he got back in to the castle unseen until he got to the dungeons. But on second thoughts he couldn't remember even getting to the dungeons.
He groaned loudly and walked back into his bedroom, peeling his pyjama top off.
"Eurgh… what time is it?" Blaise froze.
What the fuck?
Turning slowly on the spot he found the red head sitting on his bed. What the hell was she doing in his bed? Well he could guess the answer to that but why the fuck would he have been with her in the first place?
"Care to tell me what the fuck you're doing in my bed?" He raised an eyebrow expectantly when she just frowned, looking slightly put out.
"Er… what do you mean? Don't… don't you remember?" She looked vaguely insulted but Blaise didn't care, he just wanted her out.
"No I don't remember, else I wouldn't be fucking asking you would I?" He growled out, trying to keep his temper in check.
She swallowed and he wandered if he'd frightened her, not particularly caring if he had.
"Um, well it sort of… started in the dungeon corridor," she cast a slightly frightened look at him then, "and then we, er, stopped and there was a boy in the corridor so you, er, said something to him and, and we came here to… to carry on." She glanced at him again and then quickly looked down. She was gradually beginning to look more and more mortified.
"A boy? What boy?"
"Slytherin, he was blonde I think, I don't remember what he looked like, I wasn't really paying attention…" She trailed off, looking at him uncertainly.
"Blonde?" Blaise's head snapped up.
"Yes."
"Did you, could you tell how old he was?"
"He looked about your year I guess. As I said, I hardly looked at him; he didn't look too happy to see us and, er, you didn't look too happy to see him."
Fuck.
Just fuck.
"Get out." He said shortly. The youngest Weasley looked rather startled but, with a quick glance in his direction, swiftly changed and left.
What the hell was he going to do? He was so fucked it was unbelievable.
After so fucking long of not having sex and he finally caved with a Gryffindor. And not just a Gryffindor, but a blood traitor Weasley.
Pansy hadn't been so happy in a long time. Not since before he came along anyway. She glared at her own reflection in the mirror, remembering how before him, she and Draco were to be married. But today… Well, today she was going to take back what belonged to her and fuck Blaise if he tried to stop her. He had lost his chance with Draco when he fucked that red bint in the corridor. Most of the Slytherins had heard about that little escapade.
She got up to fetch her cloak from her closet, checking her hair as she did so. That was one of the best things about being Slytherin; if you had half a decent enough surname, you were automatically granted a private room for your final two years.
Smirking to herself, she walked from the room.
"Luna! Hey Luna!" The blonde looked over her shoulder to see Padma rushing down between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables.
"What's wrong?" she asked as Padma reached Luna's seat.
"Have you seen Ginny this morning?"
"No, why? Has something happened? Is she alright?" Luna asked, worried for her redheaded friend.
"I was talking to her in the corridor and then she saw something over my shoulder and she started gibbering on about some homework she left in the library and ran off." Padma frowned at Luna who was preoccupied with searching the Slytherin table. "She was scared Luna, scared of whoever she saw. I turned around just in time to see a Slytherin, I couldn't tell who, turn tail and walk in the opposite direction."
Luna turned back to her breakfast, contemplating what Padma had just told her.
"I'll see what's going on," She told Padma, swiftly standing and approaching Theo where he waited in the Entrance Hall. She motioned to Astoria, who was watching from the Slytherin table, to accompany her.
She though she saw Padma start after her but she must have thought better of it for she soon took up a seat next to Michael Corner.
"Hey darling, what's up?" Theo murmured from behind when Luna caught up to him, snaking his arms around her waist, and she turned round to find his face disconcertingly close. Astoria was standing to his side, smirking at Luna.
"Where are Draco and Blaise?" Luna questioned, twirling out of Theo's hold.
Theo rolled his eyes. "In each others bed no doubt."
Luna smacked him lightly on the head, "Just because you think they're fuck buddies Theo." Theo smirked and winked.
"I saw Draco early this morning," Astoria started slowly, "he was walking in from the grounds."
"In from the grounds? He'd been out there all night?" Luna asked sharply and Theo's brow creased slightly.
"Where's Ginny?" Astoria asked for their blonde friend was generally in her company during the school day.
"Wouldn't I like to know. Padma said she was acting strange earlier…" Luna quickly filled the two in on what had happened.
"Blaise," Theo stated. "Blaise. It's got to be, that would explain why he was looking so goddamn pissed this morning, he nearly made some first year Ravenclaw's piss themselves earlier…"
Luna paused for a moment, caught in thought, Ginny was scared of Blaise, Blaise was avoiding Ginny, and Draco was spending the night out in the grounds.
"Damn," Luna stated quietly and Astoria snorted without humour.
"Great, this is just real great," she said sarcastically.
"Ginny wouldn't have just slept with someone like that though…" Luna said, defending her friend.
"How many people do you know who have ever said no to a Zabini?" Astoria asked, smirking.
Theo sighed, "I do wish we didn't have to worry about everyone else's love life, I have enough to worry about as it is…"
"Yes I am terribly sorry to have to draw you away from your entourage of girls and the dilemma of which lucky one will get to fuck you this week," Astoria rolled her eyes at Luna and Theo just winked.
"You two just wish you were in the running, and you know as well as anyone, it's not just girls," He grinned, wondering, once again, why the blonde would never fuck him. As far as he knew, she'd never fucked any of the Slytherins. Maybe she didn't trust them. He was drawn out of his thoughts by Astoria's voice.
"Hope you're not forgetting you're their best friend Theo" Astoria said it lightly but there was a hard undercurrent to her voice and despite her smile, her eyes were like ice.
"Of course not," He snarled. How dare she suggest he did not care for his best friends? Astoria's eyes flashed.
"Good. Wouldn't want your allegiances wavering now would we? It wouldn't look good if anyone thought you cared more about those whores than you do for your best friends," She spoke softly, dangerously and Theo fought the urge to hit her.
"Astoria…." Luna murmured warningly, not taking her eyes off of Theo.
"Go fuck yourself Astoria," He snapped, nearly shaking with anger.
"Or what Theodore?" She drew her upper lip back, looking positively frightening. But Theo had grown up in Death Eater households; it took more than her to frighten him.
"Or I'll turn every last fucking Slytherin against you. I'll make our House curse your name, make them wish for your blood."
"As if they'd listen to you," She replied scathingly but a flicker of doubt and fear had crept into her voice. He took a step closer, whispering in her ear.
"You think they'd listen to you over me? You, the sister of the one who left us? You know they don't trust anyone, you know they have doubts about you. Do you want to give them a reason to turn their backs?" She knew who he meant by 'they'; Draco and Blaise, the Slytherin princes. A spark of fear alighted her eyes and Theo smirked triumphantly, "Thought not."
With that he walked away, leaving Astoria a shaking mess. Luna swiftly cast a glamour over her friend and led her swiftly through the entrance hall out onto the grounds. They walked all the way across the lake till they were on the very edge of the forest. There she lifted the glamour and allowed Astoria to fall to the ground in tears, away from any prying eyes. Luna knew Astoria would never have forgiven her had she let her be seen in her current state.
Luna knelt down beside her friend, holding her close, stroking a hand through her hair. Astoria had her head on Luna's breast and her arms around her waist, gripping onto her robes as though to keep her there.
Luna was the only person Astoria had ever cried in front of. Even her own sister had never seen her cry. Slytherins didn't cry. Slytherins didn't show emotion to any but those closest to them. Usually that meant that nobody outside of Slytherin had ever seen one cry. But it happened occasionally. It happened now. She trusted Luna with her life. Luna was her best friend; sometimes she felt she was her only friend. Except for Theo. Theo was her friend; she should never have said what she had. He loved Draco and Blaise, truly loved them and had been forever loyal to them. To suggest he cared for his whores more… It was a ridiculous idea.
"Theo will forgive you," Luna said softly, as though reading her mind.
"I wouldn't blame him if he didn't… I don't know what came over me. It was just when he was joking about all those girls. It just made me angry I guess."
"He should know better by now not to risk a Greengrass' anger," She smiled, making light of it, until she saw Astoria's still unhappy face, "They're your princes, you were worried for them. Your whole house worries for them, I see it in their eyes. Hell, even I worry for them. You all look up to them with such devotion… even Harry hasn't got that sway over his House."
"That's because Potter's not half the man they each are," she sneered. Luna laughed.
Astoria mused over that; a year ago, Luna would have jumped to his defence. Now she did not offer anything. Despite herself, she laughed aloud.
"What?" Luna frowned. Astoria sat up, her eyes shining.
"You're turning Slytherin," She stated simply and Luna did not attempt to argue. She had felt it too, gradually coming upon her as she became closer and closer to Astoria and, slowly, as she was accepted by the House. Only then, after all, was she allowed inside the common room.
"We'll go find Ginny at lunch," she said, smiling.
How had this happened? How?
What the hell had she been thinking, fucking a Slytherin in the dungeon corridor? And not just any old Slytherin. Oh no, she had to go and fuck one of the Slytherin fucking princes didn't she.
It also didn't help that she'd remembered, as she practically ran back to her own dormitory this morning, the other boy in the corridor having eyes of the most curious shade of mercury. Only one boy had those eyes; Draco Malfoy.
Of course, there had been many a rumour over the past year or two that the two Slytherin princes were not, as was widely assumed, just best friends. If these rumours turned out to be true, and Zabini had essentially cheated on Malfoy with her… no wonder he'd been so pissed.
And despite the fact that the two Slytherin princes surely thirsted for her blood right then, she could not help but be impossibly attracted to them. She couldn't help but long for those lips to be on hers once again, for his hands to cup her breasts…
But whilst she was imagining this, they were most assuredly planning ways to kill her, or at least torture her, as embarrassingly as possible.
Oh, she was so royally screwed.
She couldn't say she was that surprised therefore, when she found herself accompanied by both Luna and Astoria in the library.
"Hey Ginny," Luna announced, with a genuine smile on her face which Ginny herself returned. Astoria, however, was not bothering with pretences, not today.
"Did you or did you not fuck Blaise Zabini in the dungeon corridors last night?" She demanded without troubling to lower her voice despite Ginny's frantic hushing gestures.
"Not so loud!" She hissed, dragging them both further into the shadows. Astoria swiftly drew her arm from Ginny's grasp; pureblood or not, she was still Gryffindor.
"Astoria, relax," Luna murmured, placing a calming hand upon Astoria's arm and squeezing it gently. Astoria looked at Luna and when their eyes met a thread of understanding seemed to pass between them.
"Sorry, Ginny, I didn't mean to be quite so blunt," Ginny made a non-committal gesture and Luna prompted her for an answer. "So? Is it true then?"
Ginny stared at the book she was fingering the pages of and, with a deep sigh, nodded her head. There was a sharp intake of breath from Luna but Astoria, whom had had a lifetime of training her face to stay an expressionless mask, spoke calmly to Ginny. After all, she figured, it wasn't as though Ginny was the first girl either one had enticed with their sweet words and sweeter touches.
"Did anyone else see you last night?" Luna asked calmly and there was something so honest, so trusting, in her eyes that Ginny felt compelled to tell her.
"Yes." She replied in a small voice, her deep brown eyes showing sparks of terror. "It was him; it was Draco."
Well that explains why he was out in the grounds last night, Astoria thought.
"Was he drunk? Blaise, was he drunk?" Luna asked shortly.
"Erm…" Ginny rubbed her eyes, "yeah, I remember, before anything started, I remember him walking towards me, he… he didn't have his usual grace about him. Is he… is Malfoy angry?" She asked, a hint of worry in her voice.
Astoria raised a sardonic eyebrow as if to say 'what do you think'.
"We've only seen him briefly this morning," Luna told her.
"How did he look?" Ginny asked.
Astoria smiled humourlessly and said simply, "Slytherin.' With that Luna said they should go to charms and the three walked out, Astoria leaving to find her own house after promising Luna she'd be at the normal place at lunch.
Theo was sat on one of the sofas in the common room. He had a free period and, seeing as it was the first official day of term, he had no work. He reflected on that for a moment; it was the first day of term yet his House had already been thrown into turmoil. All of them had sensed something was up, even the younger years, including those who had only joined yesterday. The younger years still knew Blaise and Draco by awed reputation, having spent many a family dinner in the company of Slytherins. Any pure-blooded child had been bought up hearing the Zabini and Malfoy names; it only differed if you heard them spoken with reverence and hardly concealed desire, or hatred and barely concealed fear.
Theo wondered what the hell Blaise had been thinking. He simply couldn't understand why he would be inclined to fuck a Gryffindor. Even though said Gryffindor was the best friend of a certain blonde girl he had befriended, she was still a Gryffindor. If it were just a lust clouded desire Blaise had felt, then surely he could've spent the night with a Slytherin. Hell, every Slytherin's down on their knees begging to spend the night with either Draco or Blaise. Of course, it had been a long time since either had slept with any of the Slytherins, or anyone at all for that matter, much to the Slytherins displeasure. That was why it had come as such a shock to the House to discover what had happened. And would explain why Draco was so fucked up about it.
Slytherins routinely had one night stands with one another, but they understood better than the rest of the world that they don't mean a fucking thing. And it definitely didn't mean you were now a couple or even that you liked each other. Ravenclaws tended to understand this, and not to expect anything to happen from fucking a Slytherin, Hufflepuffs didn't really care and were quite happy to boast that they'd slept with a Slytherin. They didn't fuck Hufflepuffs often.
Slytherins never slept with Gryffindors though. Not even Theo fucked them and they all knew how much of a slut he was. After all, he mused, he did have standards. Snakes and lions didn't mix, let alone fuck. His whole House hated Gryffindor, mainly because they all worshipped Potter, the 'chosen one'. Chosen to die more like. Sure, once in a while someone got truly slaughtered Slytherin style and ended up in compromising situations. Never with Gryffindors though. Ever. But no Slytherin, least of all Blaise, could get properly drunk from pub ale, which was what made Theo think it was something else, something stronger, he had been drinking. At least he had had enough sense about him to cast his glamour's; the Weasley wouldn't tell but if somebody else had seen… he shuddered.
Theo hadn't been alone in saying that Draco and Blaise were in each others beds, hence why they no longer took anyone else to bed with them. Many hadn't been happy about this. The rules amongst the Slytherins were that you didn't fuck anyone who wasn't single. Making out was fine, anything further was seen as base treachery. It was one of those unsaid things that anyone who fucked someone else's partner deserved whatever retribution they received, be it extreme or not, and his housemates would not step in to help. It was for this reason that nobody even tried to seduce either Draco or Blaise, for fear of what the other may do to them. Nobody except Pansy that is. Pansy tarried constantly for Draco's affections, not caring for what Blaise could do. Theo had a feeling that Blaise only restrained himself because Draco asked it. Blaise was the only one Draco ever asked for anything from. With everyone else he just told them, but with Blaise he asked and Blaise, if he had been so inclined, could easily have declined. They were equals; neither could order the other to do their bidding.
This much Theo knew about them, just from their friendship. Rumours of them being more than friends were just that- rumours. Of course, they moved in sync with each other and seemed linked to each other on a wholly new level but despite the casual touches and kisses every so often, there was no proof of them being in an intimate relationship. In fact, Theo only joined the rumours in jest for he knew for a fact that Draco and Blaise had not been to bed together since fourth year. It had been the night the Dark Lord had returned. He had not seen the Slytherins party that long, or that hard, until then and he hadn't since. He'd remembered watching them dance, drunk as they were on 'La Fee Verte', the Slytherin drink of choice. He remembered the way Draco and Blaise had moved, the way they were so close they seemed to merge into one being. Being an outsider, you could no longer see where one ended and the other begun. There was such fire, such energy, in both their eyes and the longer they danced the more they seemed to glow with the darkness. He remembered continuing to watch them even as their lips met and they began ravishing each other hungrily. Draco's silver hair clashed with Blaise's black, Draco's pale skin shining on Blaise's dark. They were beautiful. They were beautiful and he wanted them then more than ever. He hadn't taken them though. Normally he would join the pair. Actually he always joined the pair. Tonight though it was their sheer beauty which allowed him to content himself with Kenji Sakuru, another boy in their year, whilst they went to their room. Draco and Blaise had, of course, always had their own quarters.
Since that fateful night however, they had not once fucked each other, as far as Theo knew. And Theo knew quite a lot more than most, being their oldest and most trusted friend besides each other. And still Astoria dared to question him. How could she, after all he'd done for her, forcing the Slytherins to treat her as they always did before Daphne left, convincing Draco and Blaise themselves to trust her. Well, not trust- they trusted very few- but be content that she wasn't about to betray them. Had she forgotten that it was because of him that she was treated as a Slytherin, and not the sister of a traitor? Did she not remember that it was he who had convinced Draco and Blaise to allow Luna, her best friend, into the common room that first day?
She can't have forgotten. But she was meant to be his friend. He was not going to be forgetting this one lightly.
Draco was sitting in Charms, idly wondering whether it would serve him best to kill himself, or kill the redheaded bint.
Of course, he didn't blame Blaise at all. He never could blame Blaise and had never been able to anyway. Sure, he was pissed that he'd gone with her, of all people. If he'd wanted a good fuck, he could have gone with any of the Slytherins, or Ravenclaws. Hell, if he wanted to so badly that he would stoop to a Gryffindor, he could have fucked Theo. Theo wouldn't have minded it; they both knew their best friend lusted after them both and had watched them with clouded desire as their stretch of no-sex had continued so long. Of course, all three of them had fucked long and hard before. In their third and fourth years it wasn't possible for them all to be in the same room without them ravishing each other.
But that had all changed after that night when the Dark Lord had returned. Draco still remembered the way Blaise's body moved, the way his eyes seemed alight with a darkness which reverberated through his very bones. He remembered the feel of him when first he entered. No-one had ever made him scream like Blaise had. He knew then that he was in love with his raven-haired god. He remembered fighting to keep the words he wished to speak from falling from his mouth. He remembered desperately trying not to declare his love for the other boy for he knew Blaise could not return his feelings.
After that night, he refused to let himself sleep with Blaise again. Draco would not risk their friendship for anything. Occasionally, he would cave and give in to his lips and they would make out but never again had he fucked him as he so badly wished to. Blaise had tried to get him to. Draco had never told him why and he hated rejecting him time and time again. It killed him that he was hurting Blaise, something he had never wanted to do. But he'd done it, and each time he rejected him he'd had to see that familiar look of pain wash over his love's face until it was swiftly cleared and the Slytherin mask took its place. Since that night, he hadn't slept with anyone else either, much to Pansy's continued annoyance. Nobody else's bodies held anything for him anymore; Blaise was the only one he wanted. And if he couldn't have him, he wouldn't have anyone.
But then, last night Blaise had tried to speak to him when he'd come off the train. He'd waited for him to finish with Potter before pulling him aside as he jumped off the train. Of course, Blaise knew what Draco had to do. Blaise knew everything. He was trying to offer help. Draco accused him of being jealous and wanting to get the credit for killing Dumbledore. He knew that Blaise wasn't. He'd just said it in the heat of the moment. He hadn't thought it through. Blaise hadn't risen to his remarks though; he'd just held Draco to his body and kissed his eye lids, telling him he would be alright. His lips gradually made their way to Draco's, his hand sliding down to Draco's crotch… and then Draco pulled away. He saw the hurt flicker in his best friend's eyes; saw the pain shining in them.
"Don't," Draco said shortly, quietly.
"I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable," Blaise said tightly, his face once again expressionless.
"Blaise…"
"No, Draco, go run off back to Pansy as you so evidently wish to do," He snapped bitterly.
"Pansy? That whore? Why the hell would I want to leave you for her?"
"I don't know, same reason you've evidently grown out of me over the summer," Blaise's eyes were hard, no glimmer in them at all, just hard, endless black.
"Grown out… no of course not! Don't be an idiot Blaise."
"All fucking summer Draco. All fucking summer you've been acting like you didn't want me there. You've hardly said a fucking word to me! I only know what the fuck's going on around here anymore because of Theo!" Blaise yelled, glad to have someone to yell at for once.
"So why don't you just go fuck him then?" His pitch matching Blaise's.
"Because I don't want Theo," Blaise said quietly, staring at Draco. Draco didn't even look at him; he just turned around and walked up to the school, passing through the wards like there was nothing there, leaving Blaise standing by the station.
Blaise kicked the wall, cursing loudly, before stalking off towards Hogsmeade, hands deep in his pockets.
Pansy was walking through the dungeons, waiting for Draco's last lesson to finish. She was pretty sure things were all over between him and Blaise; Draco didn't forgive easily. Which left him a free man. She smiled at this. The first true smile she'd shown in forever.
"Oh no, Parkinson's smiling, never a good sign," Came a drawl from behind her. She knew that voice. They never had seen eye to eye. Slowly, she turned to face Kenji with a withering look on her face.
"What do you want Sakuru?" Kenji's eyes flashed, a grin flitting across his face.
"Only to know what the ice bitch could possibly have to smile about."
"It's a good day. Must I have a reason to smile?" She asked, laughing casually.
"You're a Slytherin and a Parkinson; of course you must have a reason to smile," He smirked and she narrowed her eyes at him, "And you say this is a good day? Well isn't that curious…" He trailed off, taunting her.
"What the fuck are you on about Sakuru?" She snarled through gritted teeth.
"Only that… well, the whole of our House has been in turmoil today, but surely you've noticed that?" He raised an eyebrow at her and she took a step closer.
"What is it, quite, that you're getting at here?" She ground out and he smirked.
"Only that, well, many think that you would do anything," He stressed the word, "just anything, to get back with Draco. I was only wondering if you were planning something, and if so, what?"
"Like I would tell you Sakuru," She sneered.
"You'd do well to," He said simply, "Don't fuck with Blaise, or Draco, not today. If you value your life that is."
"Fuck off."
"With pleasure," He had just turned around as another voice called out and Pansy turned to see the second least person she wished to see that day.
"Pansy, my sugar flower, how lovely to see you," Theo smirked, taking her hand when he reached her and kissing it like a gentleman. Pansy fixed him with a steely glare before tugging her hand from his grip. "Oh and look, my darling Kenji is here also." Theo walked up to Kenji and kissed him full on the lips, relishing the feel of their wet warmth. They separated and Theo winked before looking to Pansy smirking. To her credit, she was looking extremely bored by the situation.
"Honestly, must you two eat each other every time you meet?" She said, pursing her lips slightly.
"Hm… let me think about that one," Kenji smirked, putting on a mock thoughtful expression, "Yes, I believe we must." With that he turned again to Theo and licked the other boy's ear.
Pansy rolled her eyes and began to continue her walk down the corridor.
"Oh and Pansy?" Kenji called out and she turned with an expectant eyebrow raised, "Remember what I said." She watched him for a moment before walking away without another word. She turned around at the end of the corridor to see Theo pinning Kenji up to the wall, kissing the older boy as though his very life depended on it.
Idly, she wondered if it did. As hers relied on Draco.
So... What do we think? If anyone's reading this that is.
Oh, and just a quick note, Kenji's full name is Kenji Sakuru encase you missed that in Theo's section and started wandering why Pansy called him 'Sakuru'.
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