Stay For Me Then
Chapter2
By:diamonddancer229
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people, places, spells, or anything else in the Harry Potter universe created by J. . I only write fanfics for pleasure not personal/financial gain.
Pairings:Harry Potter/femBlaise Zabini (others possibly as the story progresses)
Warnings:language
Blaise was doing his level best to ignore the breasts his arms kept brushing against as he leaned back into the pillows and tried to eat his dinner. He was feeling rather teary eyed at the moment. Pomfrey had assured him it was just part and parcel of the female physiology. Blaise felt terrible about all the times he had teased Pansy for her hormonal outbursts. He teared up just thinking about that too.
He heard the doors of the hospital wing open and close quietly, and Pomfrey went bustling out of her office to greet the new comer. Blaise's head shot up when he heard the all too familiar name, Harry Potter. He literally squeaked like a girl and sank as far as possible into the pillows around him, dislodging his dinner tray inadvertently in the process.
The contents of his runaway tray went clattering loudly to the floor and the only other two occupants of the room swirled around to face him. Pomfrey was there in a flash, Potter was right behind her. Blaise felt like he would begin hyperventilating any second.
" ? Are you quite alright?" The cow had the nerve to ask.
He couldn't help it, the tears finally burst free, let loose by Pomfrey's cruel words and his abject humiliation in front of the one person in this school he wanted to impress. He cried and sobbed loudly into his pillow, wishing he could just die. He would never live pass this embarrassment.
"Oh dear! Blaise dearie are you all right?"
"No you cow!" he screeched finally. "I most certainly am not okay because I'm not a man anymore, am I? No! I'm not! Im a bloody fucking girl, and you had to go and shout it to the world didn't you?"
Well, he exaggerated that a bit, but he considered Harry his little secret world. He wailed again when Pomfrey had the nerve to look disgruntled. Damn it all! Couldn't she see he was suffering through a traumatic experience here?
Harry touched the nurse's shoulder when she went speak her thoughts. "Maybe I could talk to Blaise, Poppie." Harry gave the nurse a lovely little smile that made her titter like the school girl she might have been ages ago.
"Very well, mind the claws..." She left before Blaise could retort.
Blaise was suddenly aware he was alone with The Boy Who Lived, and said boy was there to...maybe console him? He wasn't exactly sure. He sniffled a bit, blushing in mortification. What if he had snot running down his face? Was his face all blotchy from crying? Goodness, why had fate ordained this for him?
He peeked from under watery eyelashes. His heart nearly stopped when he looked right into those brilliant green eyes. Then, it began to thud painfully fast in his chest. Harry held out napkin from the bedside table. Blaise reached out and took it, trying not to notice the trembling in his. He wiped the tears from his eyes and patted his nose dry.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" His voice held no sting. He stopped that long ago when he had resigned himself to being in love, not merely crushing, on the boy.
"Um, well actually...I just kind of, you know..." Harry was beautiful when was embarrassed. His face was flushed, and he looked anywhere but at Blaise.
Blaise cocked his head the slightest bit and grinned. It was the first time he'd smiled since he had awakened in this body. "No, I really don't know. Are you here to save me again?"
Harry scowled and sat in the chair. "Its bloody ridiculous that I can't talk to...well, I know you're a guy but, I'm shit at talking to girls. I just came to see how you were."
"Is it like a hero thing? You saved me once so now you're determined to save me forever?" Blaise was teasing, but not really, deep down inside. He would love for Harry to save him again and again and again.
If possible Harry blushed further. He thumped Blaise soundly on the leg.
Blaise gasped in shock, but it slowly change to mirth. The boy was trying to treat him like he was still just a guy. Even though he had just called him a girl. Blaise smile warmly. "Are you always perfect at everything?"
Harry snorted. "Hardly, though I wish at times I were. I just told you I'm shit at speaking with girls."
"So you're just going to treat me like one of the guys in order to forget I have breasts then?"
Harry snuck a not so secretive look at his chest, before turning his head resolutely around. "I don't know why Neville is so rotten at Potions. You would think by now Professor Snape would refuse to teach him anymore," he grumbled changing the topic.
"I certainly wished Professor Snape would stop pairing him with me. I've suffered enough misfortunes at the hands of his exploding cauldrons. However, I hear Snape has made an agreement with Longbottom. He is extremely strong in Herbology, the greenhouses are flourishing under his care. It benefits Snape's ingredient stores so he has agreed to help him pass Potions."
"You know, you Slytherins sure have been acting strange lately," Harry was looking at him again, but it was an intense looking, somewhat searching.
"We Slytherins?" Blaise asked. He was picking at the covers in front of him, refusing to fidget under that glowing green gazing.
"Yes. Snape has been less snarky, you're being nice about Neville turning you into a girl, Pansy Parkinson returned a book to me that she saw me drop in class, the other day. Bloody Malfoy has been acting a right prat lately. It's almost like he is...I don't know..."
"Flirting with you, maybe? Is that what you are trying to say?" Blaise would have been amused to see Harry blushing so prettily again, had the subject not pained him to think of.
Harry's brow scrunched up in confusion and he nodded. "Well, yeah. I know it's silly..."
"Not as silly as you think," he growled jealousy curdling in his guts.
Harry looked both surprised and curious. "So I take it the rumors are true?"
"What rumors? That Malfoy is a slutty Slytherin ponce? What, you couldn't tell?"
"Well, its not like Malfoy and I are on talking terms. Actually, we never been on talking terms, I guess."
Blaise nodded. He wanted very much to be on talking terms with Harry. Everyday talking terms. "So what made you come check on me. I wasn't wrong, was I? Is it because you rescued me before?"
Harry chuckled mirthlessly. "I've been told I have a bit of a Hero Complex. Maybe it is partially true, but no. I came because I know you came to see me everyday when I rescued you from that troll."
Blaise froze. He blushed this time, profusely at that. Harry knew the whole time? He thought the boy had been in a magically induced coma! "Why didn't you say something then?"
"Well...I don't know, really. I didn't know exactly, Pomfrey kind of hinted that I had the most unusual visitor but she said you always snuck in and snuck back out. She said she wasn't sure who you were just that the wards kept alerting her that someone was visiting my bedside at night. I guess I kind of sensed your magical signature really. I only realize it must have been you once I resumed classes and I felt your magic again. It just seemed...familiar."
Blaise was dumbfounded. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"Well, you know how you Slytherins are. I figured if you were sneaking in it must be because you wanted to remain anonymous. You would have just denied it without concrete proof from me anyway. Which you kind of just gave me..." Harry smirked at him in a very Slytherin like manner then.
He was right, the sneaky snake had gotten him to confess without him even realizing it. "You certainly are devious for a Gryffindor."
"Yeah, well...I was kind of supposed to be in Slytherin. The Sorting Hat said I could do great things there. I'd never even heard of Hogwarts though. The first two wizards I made friends with told me that nothing but bad wizards came from Slytherin...So I freaked out and begged it to put me anywhere else. The rest is history."
Overcoming his surprise, he noticed Harry seemed a little morose. He reached over and punched him in the arm. "A Potter? In Slytherin? Dumbledore would have died if that hat blurted out Slytherin and put his Golden Boy in the House of Snakes."
"Seriously though, that would have been very therapeutic for our house's reputation. Not all of us are blind followers, you know. Once our House did great things. Once the Wizards and Witches that came from Slytherin were respected for their talents and abilities. It is too bad you passed it up. You could have raise Slytherin back to what it once was." Blaise looked at Harry sadly. It truly was a wasted opportunity, Harry surely could have accomplished great things, and no one would have thought twice about Blaise wanting to be at his side.
Now the Slytherins were stuck with their backs against a wall. The rest of the school distrusted them for their parents misdeeds, or because all Slytherins were considered bad. Their parents and Voldemort was nearly the only option they had left to them, and most of the Slytherins did not want to join that madman.
Blaise was very glad his Mother had the good common sense to separate herself from all of that. Adriana Zabini may have been a reputed Dark Witch, but she was no petty follower and she wouldn't allow her son to be either. "I will say this if you swear not to pursue it."
Harry nodded. "You can trust me, I won't tell anyone as long as it isn't something that will endanger anyone, yourself included."
"Trust me then, when I say you will endanger many others more by saying anything than by pretending I haven't confessed." Blaise gathered his courage and took the next step. He casts a privacy spell that was much more powerful than those on the curriculum at Hogwarts.
"There are several members of my House that want nothing to do with becoming a DeathEater, but you have to understand. Their parents are either already DeathEaters and expect them to join, or their family has been roped back into the cult by Voldemort's reappearance. When he first started calling them back they hunted down those that refused to heed the call of his Mark."
"Many of them have no choice but to continue on the path they have chosen. You know yourself that Voldemort has no qualms about murdering entire family, children included. I don't know how they never managed to force my own Mother in to it, but others were not so lucky."
"Are there many Slytherins he's threatened into service? The ones here I mean?"
"There are rumors now that the war is heating up, that he will begin recruiting students. Specifically to spy on Dumbledore and all of you. I know of a few in particular that I would trust to bring to you. With the nature of Slytherins though, other than those few, its hard to really say. There are spies in our House already I am sure of, so it makes forming a resistance nearly impossible."
"I can see why. Is..." Harry trailed, off eyes narrowing. "Malfoy is one of those they're trying to recruit, or already have recruited, isn't he? Is that why he's been acting so odd? I know his Father was broken out of prison over the summer, but the elder Malfoy no longer has control. Technically, Draco is the Head of the family, right? Voldemort would definitely need their financial support."
Blaise allowed a small nod, Drake would be mad at him for divulging such a sensitive secret, he was sure. If it saved one of his few friends, so be it.
"Do not approach him with this, Potter. It will backfire in your face if you do. Draco hides it well but Voldemort has been placing a terrible amount of responsibility on him. I think he's given him tasks designed specifically to fail so he can make an example of the Malfoys. They have fallen decidedly out of his favor after Lucius's failure at the Ministry."
"Yes, he has been a bit more spiteful than normal...other than the odd bouts of flirting...why doesn't he-"
Harry was interrupted very rudely all of a sudden. "Well, well...what is this we have here? Are the Gryffindors so hard up they have to come hunting females out in the infirmary, or is it just you that's so terribly pathetic Potter?"
Blaise's eyes widen as he spied the blonde that had approached them unawares. Draco Malfoy was tapping the edge of the warded area of the privacy spell. Where his fingers hit landed dark red light sparked from the tips, making the wards clearly visible. Blaise cursed, Malfoy was far to keen to fool easily, he needed a good excuse when Potter left to throw the blonde off.
Blaise lowered the spell with a murmured finite. "I certainly hope you brought me something decent to eat, Pomfrey certainly refused to feed me anything respectable."
Draco ignored him, as he ignored everyone in the presence of Potter. Blaise could feel the jealousy rolling off his dorm mate, it made him want to roll his eyes or curse, but he considered himself beyond such indignities.
Potter stood and crossed his arms in front of his ever broadening shoulders. "Malfoy...I didn't know they let you out of the dorms unsupervised." He made a show of looking behind Malfoy. "You seem to be missing Dumb and Dumber."
Draco turned an unflattering shade of red and knotted his fists up at his side. Blaise could tell something was off and he was in a fight sort of mood. Something must of happened at his meeting with DeathEaters. "Thank you Potter for checking on me. I just remembered something I really needed to talk to Draco."
Harry smiled down at him even as he keep Malfoy from his back. He seemed to sense impending doom too. "Alright then. I'll have the house elves send you something from the kitchen, I was heading down there next."
As he left Blaise noted his friend watching him so forlornly that he knew something was very, very wrong. Malfoys just simply didn't do forlorn. He was sure an explanation was in order first though.
"Explain what all that was about." Malfoy spat sitting heavily in the chair Harry had just departed from. He ran his hands along the sides a bit oddly.
"Well, nothing much to explain really. You know Potter and his Hero Complex."
"No, I'm rather sure I don't," the boy hissed, studying his perfectly manicured fingernails.
"He just overheard me and Madam Pomfrey, I'm afraid these blasted hormones had me in quite a state? Fit for Pansy Parkinson, and her tantrums, I was. He just came over here to be all Gryffindorkish and all that." Blaise re-warded the around them.
Draco snorted. "I'm in trouble Blaise," he blurted suddenly.
"Yes, I could see something was wrong. What has happened?"
"Voldemort has given Pansy and I a few missions, missions that I'm sure he knows we're destined to fail. He threatened to kill our families."
Blaise's heart dropped in his chest. He couldn't lose the two of them. Perhaps he should just confess his conversation with Potter. "Draco...I have something I need to tell you," he decided quickly. "First, you have to swear a Wizard's Oath not to kill me."
Draco weighed his words with narrowed eyes. Then, the blonde raised his wand and said the words, his magic binding him to his promise. "You had better be glad I love you so, you beautiful LadyBoy, you."
Finished, and on to the next one. I love those rare weekend days when my hubby and children take a nap and free me up some writing time! Reviews welcome, thanks for reading. There may be some mistakes this hasn't been edited yet, and hopefully I found all the sections with missing text.