Here we go again~
As you can see, some changes have been made since last chapter; the rating of this story has shot up to M, I wrote a new summary (which is much better than the original in my opinion), and this is the twenty-fifth chapter in this tale. Including the ten requested interludes, we are officially at the half-way point of this series.
Due to such an important placement of this chapter, I wanted to write something extra special. I looked through all of my stored chapters, my thrown away ideas, and my random bursts of inspiration, and I eventually cobbled together this drabble. I hope you enjoy it!
"It won't be that bad, Harry. So stop complaining." Blaise said calmly, dragging his resisting boyfriend behind him. "I have already met Black and Lupin. The Weasleys as well, and the Order following them. The least you could do is meet my mother."
"No offense Blaise," Harry replied, trying to wriggle out of the larger man's grasp. "But your mother is a little psychotic."
"Thank you," Blaise answered nonchalantly. "Don't even attempt to gnaw your wrist off, Harry."
"How…?" Harry trailed off, halting his latest plan to free himself from the other's tight grip.
"Psychic powers." Blaise smirked.
"More like freaky intuition." Harry muttered. "If I didn't know better, I would say you were using legilmency on me."
"Please," Blaise scoffed. "You're more paranoid than Moody; it would take hours for even the most skilled legilmens to even make a scratch on your mental shields. Stoop preening." Harry's hand stopped on its journey to his head, where it was going to attempt for the umpteenth time to arrange his eternally messy hair.
"Now you're edging into scary territory, Blaise." Harry said cautiously. "You aren't stalking me, are you?" Blaise was silent, and Harry begun to pray to whatever deity would take pity on him for mercy.
"We're here." Blaise announced, stopping before the entrance to the Zabini manse. "Please stop worrying, love. Mother will adore you."
"What if she doesn't though? You have told me of your mother; what she does to her husbands." Harry said nervously.
"My mother may not be the most moral person in the world, but she understands the importance of family." Harry could not contain his incredulous snort, and Blaise's stance softened noticeably in understanding. "Though it may seem odd to you my mother's paramount concern has always been her family; those most important to her: Me, my father, and herself."
"Then why does she…?" Harry paused, unsure of how to phrase his question inoffensively.
"Mother's concern for her family, her most precious of all people, stems from her past. Destitute as she was in her childhood, she grew up seeing wealth as equivalent to security and she desired that, when she would marry, she would be able to provide this security that she was bereft of to her children. Through providence, my mother and my father fell in love and married, bringing my mother into wealth coincidentally."
"Shortly after my birth though," Blaise continued. "Father died and Mother feared for the stability she and I had been granted. So she married another wealthy man, this time for money instead of love, and soon after disposed of him. She inherited his money in her will and, continuing this patter for many years, Mother reached the security she had always desired for us. She and I had become autonomous, not needing the support of another."
"The Potter fortune," Harry whispered, voice unsteady with emotion. "Could she not see this as a further safeguard for your autonomy?"
"Rest easy, my love." Blaise smiled softly, carding a dark hand through the other's unruly locks. "Mother would not dare lay a finger on you. I am her primary concern, and she would do nothing that might possibly displease me."
"Besides," Blaise murmured, kissing his green-eyed lover's brow. "I am much like my mother; I care only for what is most important to me. That used to be my mother and I, but as soon as she sees you, she will realize that my first concern is that no longer."
Blaise is just a big softy wrapped up in a healthy dose of badass-ness and awesome, isn't he? I didn't really like my first Blaise/Harry drabble, and the second one was more humorous than anything else, but this one is one of the most serious of all the drabbles I've written so far. Actually, it's a top contender for my favorite drabble in the entire series.
Anyway, tell me how you liked it and if you have any questions. As any writer on this site can tell you, a well-thought out review is one of the most cherished things you can find.
Also, because no one claimed it, there is one open spot left to be filled for a pairing to be made into a drabble. So, if you've ever wanted a certain pairing to be written but you've never found one before, review and send it to me, and I will write it for you!
Ariaeris!