A/N:Okay, I know, but I had to do a lot of thinking to do here. You can thank Batsy for this chapter, he gave me the idea. I realise a lot of what happened last chapter was shocking, so yeah...
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For Davie.
Chapter 9: The Talk
Once Blaise had calmed down, he invited Harry to sit next to him. There were a lot of questions running through his mind.
Yes, he thought Ginny was pretty, he wouldn't admit it, though.
"Why did you start dating her if you knew she slept like a modern-day prostitute with Draco?" Blaise asked.
"Because I love her. Look, Ginny's made a mistake, we all make those. It took me a while to get over the fact that the girl of my dreams had sex with Draco Malfoy...but have any of us ever considered how Ginny must feel? In her first year she almost got killed by Voldemort! She never got any sort of counseling for it, she was just expected 'to get over it', and... don't call her a slut in front of me, okay? She's my girlfriend."
Blaise saw Potter's point. About both points. But he'd still lost all respect for the Weasley girl.
"Do you know that she tried to take her own life on her second year?" Harry asked quietly. Blaise hadn't known this, he stared at the Gryffindor in aghast.
"What?"
"No one knew about it, Hermione found her. She made Hermione swear not to tell her mother, but Hermione told me. And Ron. That's why Ron is so protective of her. He feels as though he's failed as a brother," Harry went on, meeting the Slytherin's eyes, "I know what it's like to have Voldemort in my mind, but to have him possess her like a common demon? She had no recollection of the acts she carried out, and they made themselves known via dreams and nightmares. Do you know what it's like to realise the horrible things he forced her to do?"
Blaise shook his head in denial.
"She never told anyone all of the things he made her do, just because he felt like it."
"So she slept with Draco?" Blaise didn't understand her reasoning, "As a comfort?"
"Because until this year she had a series of complexes going on. I don't expect you to understand, Blaise, but people with inferiority complexes especially will go to lengths to feel appreciated." Harry's shoulders sagged.
"You just called me on my name..." Blaise noted, forgetting that they were talking about Weasley.
"And?" Harry's tone indicated annoyance. Blaise had rarely seen him irate. Angry, happy, sad - this, however, was n ew.
"Why?" Blaise couldn't help but ask.
"If you hadn't realised, I'm in the Slytherin dormitory, about Draco's, not Malfoy's, suicide attempt. This bullshit about calling each other on our last names should stop. Because, like in Draco's case, Malfoy makes you see all of Lucius' faults and automatically connect them to his son too." Harry huffed, slightly out of breath. Blaise realised that one, Po – Harry was right, and two, this was the longest conversation the two boys had ever had.
"Potter..."
"Harry." Harry said firmly, causing Blaise to roll his eyes.
"Fine, Harry, I think we could be..." Blaise hesitated, unsure of whether he wanted to do this.
"Friends?" Harry suggested.
"I still don't fully understand why your girlfriend did what she did." Blaise said uncomfortably.
"In the end, Blaise, we can't judge." Harry said sagely, causing Blaise's mouth to drop open. Harry Potter just sounded wise? When did he turn into SUCH a Ravenclaw?
Harry laughed out loud at the look on the Zabini heir's face.
"You know I'm right." Harry grinned.
"When did you turn into Granger? First Draco becomes a loving and caring Gryffindor, and now you're transforming into your little friend, or is this Granger under Polyjuice Potion?" Blaise rambled on, this day was full of so many surprises.
"Would Hermione talk like a normal person in a situation like this?" Harry asked, "I know she and Draco were friends until that prank."
"Didn't you think to tell her it wasn't Draco? Even you know he's not that idiotic." Blaise grimaced.
"I know." Harry said simply.
"Did you tell her?" Blaise asked, exasperated, he swore Harry was being dimwitted on purpose.
"Yes." Harry said carefully.
"And?" Blaise demanded, getting annoyed at Harry. The tables were now thrown around.
"And what?" Harry wanted to know with a frown.
"What did she say?" Blaise asked through clenched teeth.
"That's private."
"Potter!" Blaise yelled, frustrated.
"What?" Harry asked innocently.
"Fine. Harry!" Blaise yelled again. This was turning into a game, and Blaise felt guilty for having even this bit of fun while Draco was going through so much.
"Better," Harry shrugged, "Thing is, Blaise, they have to sort it out, it's not our job."
"Another wisecrack from Harry James Potter, reformed vampire."
"Was that sarcasm, irony or humour?" Harry was confused.
"The latter." Blaise said, nose in the air.
"What?"
"The last one." Blaise explained.
"Oh..." Harry sighed, "Back to the point: Let's be friends. If we show the rest of the school you and I can put our differences aside, then we can ultimately defeat Voldemort, because we can make this school a unity."
"Quite the wordsmith, eh?" Blaise said in a tone that could almost be described as 'fond' or 'endearing'.
"No, that's Draco. What do you say, kid? We got a deal?" Harry asked. Blaise nodded with a toothy grin, taking Draco's journal in hand again, motioning for Harry to scoot closer.
"You realise this will be war, don't you?" Blaise said in a low tone, "And I want you to come with me when I confront all of these people at lunch."
"Oh, you have contact with Voldemort? 'Cause that'd be great, I wanted to invite him for tea." Harry joked.
"Potter, I almost feel guilty for enjoying your company while Draco's in the Hospital Wing." Blaise said, the feeling eating at the crusts of his heart.
"We'll make Draco smile, Blaise." Harry said, causing the Slytherin to stare at Harry. Not because he was being idealistic, because he was being rather childish. It was cute.
"You sound like a five year old." Blaise admonished him.
"We're all five inside, Blaise, I just chose to bring out my inner toddler," Harry shrugged, tugging the book out of Blaise's hands, "We'll see why Draco's so unhappy, and we'll fix it."
"So you're going to demand answers from Lucius Malfoy?" Blaise raised an eyebrow, flipping to the pages dedicated to Lucius. Harry skimmed it, stood up and headed for the door.
"Po – Harry?" Blaise asked, wondering where he was going now. He really was like a toddler, wasn't he?
"What?" Harry asked, his fists clenched.
"Where are you going?"
"Mr. Malfoy showed up earlier this morning, Blaise, and he looked terrible. I'm going to find him, I want to know what he's done. He has a child, Blaise, and he's forcing Draco into this?" Harry was really passionate, his eyes burning with something that wasn't hatred or even dislike, it was misunderstanding and distrust.
Blaise understood. Harry, who never knew his parents (Blaise had heard the rumours about Harry's family), couldn't understand why Lucius would do that to his son.
"Just don't kill him, Potter, maybe he has some remorse."
"I really hope so." Harry sighed, disappearing, leaving Blaise to find the next page.
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