East of Sun, West of Moon
A Harry Potter version of Twilight
AU after 4th/5th year.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Twilight. All I own is a ton of books.
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Chapter 2
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Those Bags of Blood Sure are Tricky
In Which Friends Banter and the Cake is a Lie
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"I'm hungry."
Draco looked up from his Potions homework to glare at Blaise.
"That's the fifth time you've said that in the past ten minutes. Why don't you go hunt?"
Blaise raised an eyebrow and stared at Draco, incredulous, before replying.
"Hunt? Where exactly am I supposed to go hunt? We aren't allowed to hunt in the Forest and there isn't anywhere else. We're stuck on bagged supplies. Unless you've forgotten."
"Don't give me that look Blaise. I wasn't the one that chose the rules."
"Yeah but you're technically the leader of our pathetic little coven. You could ask Dumbledore if we could hunt in the forest. Or if we could be allowed to go somewhere that has live prey."
Draco rolled his eyes.
"We've been over this. Dumbledore doesn't want us accidentally killing off centaurs or idiotic first years that might happen to wander in and about the Forbidden Forest. If you really want to hunt I could always enchant a bag to run away from you when you try to drink it. That'll keep even you occupied easily."
Draco easily caught the book that had been launched at his head.
"Really, Blaise. How childish."
Draco threw the book back at Blaise who caught it just as easily as Draco had. Blaise gave an aggravated sigh.
"I'm going to get something to drink. You thirsty?" Draco shrugged.
"Not yet, might be soon. Make sure you bring some back for Pansy and Theo as well."
Blaise muttered something under his breath that even with heightened hearing Draco had to strain to hear.
"If you were going to complain about it, then why did you offer?" Draco asked, amused.
"You know how much Pansy always drinks. I'm going to look really noticeable coming back from the kitchens with all that."
Draco smirked.
"I would help, but you know I have leader duties and all that."
Blaise shot him a sour look.
"Bite me."
Draco laughed as Blaise stalked out the common room door.
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"You're scared?"
Ginny raised her eyes from staring at her large slice of rich chocolate cake to look at Zabini. Zabini was staring at her, his dark eyes showing something that looked like concern. Ginny arched an eyebrow.
"Scared? Of you? Should I be?"
If Ginny wanted to be honest with herself she was possibly, somewhat, slightly concerned over her current predicament, not scared, just concerned. After all she was sitting in the Hogwarts kitchen with a none too trustworthy Slytherin, who happen to be a vampire. In this situation there was certainly room for concern. Zabini smirked a classic Slytherin smirk.
"Of course," he smiled showing off his perfectly straight, non-fanged, perfectly white teeth."I am a vampire, after all."
Ginny's second eyebrow joined the first. She snorted.
"Honestly, I don't find you scary at all. Not one bit. Sorry if I'm insulting your vampireness or something."
Zabini stared at her for a second then began laughing. '
He has a nice laugh.' Ginny thought watching him. 'I wonder why he doesn't laugh more often. Wait… What? Focus Ginny. You like Harry. That doesn't mean I can't admire someone's laugh. It does if it's a Slytherin vampire.' Ginny shook her head to clear away her strange thoughts. 'I can't believe I'm arguing with myself now. As if I weren't already messed up in the head enough.'
"Vampireness?" Blaise was grinning. "Is that even a real word? You know you're interesting, Ginny. Very interesting."
"Interesting?" Ginny questioned.
Blaise nodded his eyes full of laughter. 'He has interesting eyes, Ginny thought. 'I could've sworn they were darker, nearly black just a few minutes ago. Now they're a really pretty dark amber color. How strange.'
"You're not going to eat your cake?" Ginny focused back on Blaise who was pointing at the delicious looking slice of cake with a fork he was holding. Images of Zabini drinking blood replayed in Ginny's head. She shuddered.
"No, I'm fine thanks."
"You're disgusted by me." The laughter faded from his eyes.
"No!"Ginny protested quickly.
"Honestly?"
"Well the idea of someone drinking blood takes a while to get used to, but really I'm not disgusted. I swear."
'Why exactly do I care so much what Zabini thinks? It isn't as if I'm going to be spending any time with him beyond this one increasingly odd night. Ginny idly wondered to herself
"I think I'm beginning to like you Ginny. We should do this again sometime."
'And apparently Zabini has other plans.'
"You're interesting and you amuse me. A winning combination."
Ginny stared, wondering if she should be complimented or not.
"Don't worry I'll make sure to eat beforehand, so you won't have to lose your appetite."
Ginny was certain her level of concern had just increased.
"You want to be my friend?" Ginny asked puzzled.
"Yes." Zabini simply answered.
"Why?"
"Why not? We're old enough to be beyond house rivalry and all that. I'm certainly not evil or anything."
He gave her a hopeful look.
"And admit it, you find me intriguing." He added with an arrogant grin. Ginny grinned in reply.
'I suppose he's right and he's is certainly intriguing.' Zabini was smiling at her, amused once more.
"Alright. I suppose we can try friendship."
"Wonderful."
Zabini's smile grew in size.
"So how about next week, same time, same place. Oh, and call me Blaise from now on."
Zabini stood up and took the box that held his 'dinner'.
"Alright see you next week then, Ginny."
Ginny watched him leave, and then promptly dropped her head into her hands. 'I can't believe I just agreed to become friends with a vampire. And I didn't even get to eat any cake."
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Well That was Ch.2. Review and tell me what you thought. In Ch.3, we'll find out why Ginny knows Blaise's secret and why she wanted cake in the first place.
Til' next time.
Chapter 3: In Which Things are Explained
Also (Making Bets With Someone Who Can See the Future is A Bad Idea.)
