Meeting their match, chapter 35: In which two dark wizards are very naughty
"We're going to have to use a translating charm on that," Blaise said. Gellert leaned forward, gesturing at the spell so that it hung in the air where it would've normally faded away once read. That was some impressive wandless magic, Blaise thought, giving the other wizard a look of admiration. They'd have to get him a wand from Mag soon, though. It would certainly make life more convenient. Lifting his smoky quartz wand, Blaise flicked it at the old English words and murmured a translation charm.
"Here is a bit of a fun fact," the hat spoke.
"I have to agree before this spell can proceed. The founders didn't want any information about me flying, walking or slithering into the wrong hands," it said thoughtfully.
"Whatever shall I decide."
"The damned thing is playing with us," Gellert said, tone half amused, half annoyed.
"Has anyone ever threatened to simply burn you to a crisp if you don't play nice," he demanded, eyeing the hat darkly.
"No one has ever gotten this far," the hat admitted.
"We really do plan to use whatever knowledge you share with us to help defend the wizarding world against Voldemort," Blaise told the hat, tone calm yet managing to imply that the hat was being a bit immature and unreasonable about the whole thing.
It made no reply but Blaise's translation charm finally seemed to take, allowing words to pore across the air in front of them from the hat's brim.
Aside from the expected layered spells of transfiguration, animation, legilemancy and occlumency, there were also four inclusions from a pensieve.
"There has to be something else, though," Blaise said with a frown. "This is a unique blend of magic, but we could've figured these layers out for ourselves. There is something else hiding."
Likely something the hat wouldn't show and as it remained still and silent, they'd have to start guessing. "We'll just have to cast trial and error detection spells," Blaise said and Gellert nodded, leaning forward so that their shoulders touched. The contact caused them to exchange a heated look, momentarily distracted. With a sigh of regret, Blaise turned his attention reluctantly back to the hat. They were on a time crunch, after all. Dumbledore would be wanting the hat back soon.
Blaise cast a charm to detect blood magic and gave a shout of triumph when it caused the hat to flash red. "The life blood the founders donated was the final link!"
"Brilliant thinking, my boy,"Gellert said, clapping Blaise on the shoulder, then leaving his hand there.
This had Blaise's mind moving in a direction more concerned with lower matters, and he leaned to kiss Gellert. The hat moved it's torn flap that served as a mouth, forming what looked like an annoyed frown. It hadn't wanted them to have that information, though Blaise didn't see why.
"We're not going to cut bits from you or anything," he told it, placing it down on the table beside them. "Thank you for your help."
"Indeed," Gellert agreed expansively.
"Let's celebrate, shall we," Gellert asked with a wink, mischief dancing in his lively blue eyes.
"Alright," Blaise agreed readily. "What did you have in mind?"
Gellert answered by transfiguring one of the chairs into a thin short mattress which he tossed directly onto the table.
"Right here," Blaise asked with an incredulous laugh.
"Why not? It'll be fun," Gellert said.
The blonde was soon on the staff table on his back, hair flowing around his shoulders. Blaise let out a breath as he approached. Gellert was so hot!
Nothing in life had ever felt as good as Blaise touching him, moving with him. Not even the power of the Elder wand were he honest. Gellert reveled in the experience, so close to an ecstasy filled release when something happened. The blasted sorting hat was trying to talk to him. Speaking into his mind...Demanding attention. Something about a security breech on the grounds and how no one was ever close enough to hear its warnings and now that it had an audience it would not be ignored! Only Gellert was trying very hard to ignore it. Couldn't it just tell him later? The hat insisted that he listen now and that was when Gellert Grindelwald decided that an enchanted object, no matter how strong, wasn't going to ruin this for him. Shutting his mind to the hat with a resounding slam of magic, he grasped Blaise's face in his hands, their mouths meeting in another passionate kiss that had him groaning in pleasure filled need as their bodies strained toward heaven.
Afterward they lay together catching their breaths and looking a bit dazedly into one another's eyes. Slowly Gellert's thoughts became cohesive once again and he sighed.
"I suppose the hat thinks there was a security breech," he said.
"What?"
"Yes. IT tried to interrupt us, but I wasn't interested," Gellert said with a smirk.
"I suppose we should go and report it to the headmaster now, while we return the hat. This ought to be interesting."
If the grounds were being attacked, he was always up for a skirmish. He could use the practice. It had been a very long time, after all.
"I don't want you fighting without a wand," Blaise said firmly. The true concern in the other wizard's eyes touched Gellert's hart in an unfamiliar way that had him acquiescing in a way he wouldn't have previously for anyone else.
"I've got a few tricks up my sleeve that don't require a wand but if it looks too dangerous we'll just stay out of it. How is that?"
Blaise gave a reluctant nod and the two rose from their temporary love nest. With a final smile of amusement, Gellert turned the mattress back into a chair and replaced it before they left the great hall.
"The professors are going to eat there tonight," Blaise chuckled.
