Title: When Harry Met Slytherin
Rating: M
Aimed Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Starter Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Draco Malfoy
Disclaimer: I got money in the bank, I got money in the bank, but its not from writing this story 'cus its JK Rowling's. Except the concept, pairings and story idea.
Summary: Harry is suffering and the only people who can help him are the two people he thinks hates him the most in the world.
Warnings: This story contains strong MxMxM relations. If you don't like it or if you are under the age of 18 (which means you shouldn't be in this section anyway) then please scram now.
Author's Note: Wow. Just- wow you guys. I had no idea you all would feel this way. After those messages I never expected such an overwhelming positive response. After I posted the note someone Private messaged me, I believe it was the first person who asked me to continue to story and I promised I would sit at my keyboard and see if I could write but there were no promises. I sat here for about an hour with the cursor blinking at me and then my phone suddenly went off buzzing over and over and over aaaand over with Fanfiction dot net review notices. After I checked them needless to say.. Chapter 11, with love, adoration, struggle and a few tears of self disappointment, gratefulness and then happiness due to actual completion. Thank you so much to everyone. You don't have any idea how much your words meant to me. So Lovers - and Haters. Here is your next chapter.
Back to writing and suck it if you don't like it.
The bandage had felt too tight on his head suddenly. It was like it was cutting into his skin and he couldn't understand the reason why. The dull ache behind his eyes had subsided and something, he didn't know what or who, he guessed it was his instincts told him it was time to remove the bandage from his eyes. He had not been expecting to have his sight back. He had not expected the bright white light that assailed his senses giving him such a sudden bout of vertigo that he had to clutch the door jab in order to steady himself. He closed his eyes and shook his head trying to steady himself. When he opened them, he got the shock of his entire life. There it was. His two Slytherin helpers standing before him in a tender embrace. He had barely seen Blaise Zabini beyond the blaring brightness that was Draco Malfoy. He was too blond to miss, to pale not to see him, his face too aristocratic not to immediately recognize, his lips too full, his nose too upturned and the fact that there wasn't a smirk on those up turned lips? Woooah. He was very hard to miss.
All of the alarm bells went out extremely loud in Harry's head. In his mind, Zabini had never been any real threat to him. He was merely always there in the background, always watching always listening never talking and never doing anything. He never stepped in when he and Malfoy fought, he never put in his two cents when insults were thrown back and forth between the Slytherins and the Gryffindors. He merely existed. The only time he had ever seen or heard anything from the dark male was when Malfoy walked away from a fight with him with a bloody nose or a busted lip or a scraped knee. It was only then the golden brown hazel gaze of his would turn thunderously scary and lock right on to Harry making him feel a lot more than a little easy right before Zabini turned away and dragged Malfoy off by the arm with him. Harry and everyone else had always known that there was something between Zabini and Malfoy. Something more than friends, something more than both their families being acquaintances because they were both purebloods. So when the both of them walked into the Great Hall holding hands at the beginning of the year no one batted an eyelash. Everyone suspected that the two thought they kept their relationship a closely guarded secret. But they were so sickeningly obvious that it was hard to miss. If Zabini were just Malfoy's friend then he would not look at him that way, like he were the last person on earth, the only crumb on the plate presented to a starving man. Harry had often wondered what it would be like to be looked at like that. To have someone, anyone's rapt attention the way Malfoy had Zabini's and Zabini had his.
Everyone knew that they were together before they allowed it to become public and they also knew that the only reason that they had never gone public with it was because one Lucius Malfoy would gut the both of them and hang their entrails on the gates of Hogwarts. But when Lucius got locked up in Azkaban it was liberating for them both. They could come out as couples and really not care who knew it. That was why Harry was mentally kicking himself. He should have known it was them. Their voices were so familiar. The fact that they were male, Slytherin and a couple should have tipped him off imediately because there weren't many people at Hogwarts with those componets to their character. But he wanted so badly to have something to hold on to, to think that someone, anyone, even if it were two complete strangers actually cared about him. But now that he knew who they were the possibility of that being so evaporated like smoke in the wind.
"Malfoy.."
He said when he found his voice. He barely found it because it sounded more like a croak than anything else. The look of sheer shock on Malfoy's and Zabini's face would have made him laugh if he was in any other situation. They looked stunned.
What could they have said at that moment? Neither of them had been expecting to look up and see Harry Potter's vibrant emerald eyes looking back at them with such plain distrust and irritation. He even looked angry and the gaze that they had both predicted but hope wouldn't come to frutiation made Draco cling tighter to Blase's hand and Blaise's arm go tighter around Draco's slight form held against him. Well, if it was one thing Draco learned today was that the swelling potion worked faster as an airborne agent rather that an in systematic one. How lovely that he learned that now. Now that he had Harry bloody Potter looking at him like he had murdered his entire family.
Oh way- that's right. Draco hadn't, but his father had. "Potter.." He said as confidently as he possibly could. As though what was to come didn't rattle him to the core and leave him completely shaken.
"Well?" Was Potter's expectant response. What was he waiting on?
"Well what?" Draco said trying to put the edge back into his voice.
"Go on. Get on with it. Laugh at me, ridicule me. Go send owls to everyone that you know that Harry Potter, the Boy who you Love to Hate was at your mercy, that his supposedly great and doting Muggle family beat him every day, treat him like garbage, raped him and starved him merely for existing. Go on and tell them that everything that you ever wanted to see happen to be has been done. Tell them and have a fucking laugh. I hope you burn in hell with your Death Eater father." Potter's voice was so cold, so full of hate that Draco couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped him lips, nor the widening of his gray eyes. Blaise tried to hold him firm to his side but Draco was already running away from him, pushing past Potter with a mere whisper of 'Fuck you.' and a strange glint of moisture in his eyes.
Harry had been shocked. But not shocked enough to let his eyes follow Draco out the door. Instead he now pinned Zabini with his gaze. Zabini, the unmovable one, the silent one. He knew nothing about him and the look in Blaise's eyes at that very moment was enough to make Harry swallow thickly and take a tentative step back. Zabini was furious. Absolutely without a doubt, earth shaking, bone rattling furious.
"How dare you.." He said soft softly that Harry had barely heard him. "How fucking dare you even consider talking to him like that after everything we did for you? If it weren't for ass your sorry ass would have been nothing but a corpse under your fat uncle and that's the thanks we get?"
Then of course, Harry did the stupid thing, the very, very stupid thing and actually answered him back. "After everything you did for me? You and I both know that I'm not here because you two have suddenly turned into bleeding hearts so don't pretend like it. I'm just here for you to laugh at me and talk about me with your friends. I'm just here for you to throw the fact that you had to save me in my face, so don't fucking tell me I have no right to talk to him like that!" He hadn't meant to shake. He didn't mean for his eyes to well up with tears the way that they did. But there he went. The mere fact that all of this was just a ruse that no one really cared for him was just too much for him to take. "I never wanted to be like this in front of you." He said swiping angrily at his eyes as the tears finally fell. "Not you and especially not him. I never wanted you to see me weak so that you could find just one more thing to ridicule me about. So like I told him, go on; get it over with so I can leave."
"You don't know a god damn thing about us." Blaise said shaking hi head slightly.
"I know enough!" Harry snapped back going instantly from defeated to offensive all over again within a matter of seconds. "Maybe not you but he has always been a sodding bastard to me, he has always preyed on me, on everything he did. His father practically murdered all my friends! The only people who loved me. The only ones who cared enough to defend me, to fight for me. He had them all killed he-"
"He is not his father!" The sheer volume of Blaise's voice brought Harry up short. "Why can't you get that? Why can't anyone? His name is Draco, not Lucius and he is no more responsible for your loved ones deaths than I am, or you are or your little friends Weasel and Granger are. He didn't do anything. Lucius Mafloy did. All Draco tried to do was survive. And yet all you do, all everyone does is judge him for who his father is. That makes you no better than the pureblood bigots that you hate so much. You can leave whenever the fuck you want. There is nothing more for you here. We don't want anything from you or want to do anything to you, so just go."
Blaise pushed past him and was about to walk completely out of the room when Potter's voice stopped him once again. "I have no where to go.." He said softly. He didn't apologize, he didn't ask him to stay, and he didn't ask him for anything. It was the mere voicing of a fact. He didn't expect anything from Zabini or Malfoy. Not from the way he had just reacted and mainly because he still believed that they had ulterior motives because with him everyone always did.
Blaise didn't turn around nor did he look at him when he spoke. "You can stay here if you want until you find somewhere to stay. Write your friends, I'm sure they'll take you in. I'll have a house elf bring you breakfast, lunch and dinner. You can have the room you've been sleeping in which is the one three doors down. We'll stay out of your way. You stay out of ours. Draco and I are leaving for Italy in less than a week. I expect you gone before then." His voice was so cold and so bitter that Harry had to wonder if he had been wrong. He was giving him a place to stay. He wasn't laughing at him and throwing him out on his ass. What could he say to that?
But before he could even muster a response he looked up toward the door only to find the doorway empty. Zabini was gone. He didn't wait for him to say thank you or wait for him to refuse. He simply left Harry standing there with his stomach and his pride in his hands. He looked down at his bare feet and knew he was in no position to turn down Blaise's offer regardless of him and his mate's intentions. The sudden 'pop!' in front of him startled him right out of his thoughts. He clutched his hand to his chest and looked wide eyed at the floppy eared creature in front of him. This elf was quite peculiar, because unlike most dressed in rags she- and he knew it was a she because- she actually had a rather large, floppy, pink bow stuck right to the side of her head. Her eyes were big round and a lighter shade of green than her skin. Not only that, she was gazing up at Harry completely mortified. "Zippy is sorry, Sir Harry Potter Sir. Sir Mr. Zabini sent me to tend to your needs. Zippy not mean to frighten you Mr. Harry Potter sir. Zippy will go right down to the kitchens and bang her head against the wall in the corner where no one can see Zippy. Zippy will do so right now."
"No!" Harry said so suddenly and so loudly that it made the elf squeak and her entire expression change. She looked at him as though he was mad.
"Mr. Harry Potter sir does not want Zippy to bang her head against the walls down in the kitchen where no one can see?" She asked him with her eyes widening slowly in shock. "Does Mr. Harry Potter sir want Zippy to bang her head against walls right here where everyone can see?"
"N-no, Zippy. I don't want you to bang your head against the walls at all.." Harry said feeling timid even around the elf.
"Would Mr. Harry Potter sir like to bang Zippy's head himself? It would be an honor to have Mr. Harry Potter sir bang Zippy's head."
Harry looked at the elf with a frown. This little creature had quite the obsession with head banging. He wondered now if Malfoy and Zabini treated the creature ill even after the new elf laws that had been passed. But the thing had a rather clean set of clothes on and a very clean looking bow stuck to her head so why was she so obsessed with punishing herself?
In reality, 'Go bang your head against the walls in the kitchen where no one can see!' was something that Draco had often flippantly said to the house elves whenever he was angry. Especially if he couldn't get his way with something involving him and Blaise he would take it out on the elves. Not cruelly mind you, he never really considered that when the elves popped away they really did go to a particular corner in the kitchen and banged their heads against the wall where no one could see. Ah, well. It was Harry's problem now.
"N-No, Zippy. I don't want that either."
"Well what does Mr. Harry Potter sir, want Zippy to do?" The house-elf asked him then waited expectantly rocking back and forth on her rather large feet.
Harry wasn't use to anyone asking him that. He was always asked to do things, kill the Dark Lord, take out the garbage, cook dinner, scrub the floors, vacume the carpets, do the dishes, dust the walls (who dusted walls anyway?), weed the garden and the list went on and on and on. He had never had anyone ask what he wanted. Ever. And Blaise Zabini had given him this without a second glance. Maybe he was wro- no- it was just a trick but that didn't mean he couldn't utilize it while he could.
"May I have some clothes that fit?" he asked softly tugging at the loose sheet wrapped around him in a toga like fashion. He tried his hardest to ignore the blush that was rising on his cheeks because he had only now realized he had been shouting at Blaise Zabini with nothing but a sheet between him and nudity.
Wow. I can't believe that came out of me. I may not be great- but its mine.
R&R my lovelies. This one is just for you. Thank you again.
Sincerely yours for as long as you'll have me,
V.V
