disclaimers: not mine
warning: RAPE in this chapter. The lemon is on adultfanfiction.net
note: I envision Noir as a twin of Duo Maxwell from Gundam Wing and Sven as a black haired Heero Yuy from Germany. :-P lol
Chapter 3
Noir liked to believe himself a cold bastard around everyone but Sven; the younger boy having the fortune of recieving his friendship. Draco and Blaise were his allies and comrades but he didn't trust them to the extent that he trusted Sven. Noir was capable of shutting all of his emotions down and focusing on important tasks. Just one of the reasons his father, whom was still loyal to Voldemort despite the Dark Lord being dead, had been convinced that Noir would have make an excellent Death Eater. Noir had to agree with his father's logic. After all, one without feelings wasn't going to consider mutiny.
For this time, however, Noir wasn't contemplating murdering muggles and mudbloods. His object of debating was ranting to Potter. Noir was a pure Slytherin and he detested all the other Houses and absolutely despised anyone that had made a rise against Voldemort, even if the dead villian had been senile and a fool. Noir, as with nearly all of the remaining Slytherin's that hadn't been shipped to Durmstrang at the beginning of sixth year, loathed pure bloods that associated with muggles borns and mudbloods. The Weasley family was second behind Dumbledore on sympathisizing with them.
Noir glared at Ron. He knew that he couldn't convince Ron that he adored him and wanted to try a relationship. Just the thought of it made him ill to his stomach. Being a year younger and not in the same classes as Weasel made it difficult to pursue any sort of copulation with him but Noir prided himself on his strategic mind. He wouldn't necessarily have to have Weasel's permission. There hadn't been any clause in the contract that stated one must not take their partner without their consent.
He was beautiful enough and smart enough that he could corner Weasley and take him. Noir smirked to himself. It really wouldn't be that hard unless Ron fought him. Noir's smirk faded into a frown. He wasn't physcially strong unlike Blaise and Draco; he knew he could be effortlessly thwarted from his plan by a well placed punch or kick from Weasley. Unless....Weasley was incapacitated.
"Pansy," Noir used his most charming and wheedling voice on her. She crossed her arms and stared at him down her pug-like nose. "Would you do meet me after your Arithmancy class before Transfiguration?"
"What for?"
"I need your help."
"Fine, I'll be waiting in the girl's lavatory. The one that Moaning Myrtle lives in."
Noir flashed a winning grin at her before reaching for another pastie. Sven reached forward, trapping Noir's hand underneath his own. He ignored the rush of emotions rampaging through his body. Noir's eyes widened at the feeling of Sven's palm cupping his hand. "Sven?" he questioned, confused.
"You are going to drug him, yes?" Sven didn't like that. He didn't think that a person should be raped just in order to win the game but it wasn't really his business what the other boys did. It made him think of how he was going to go about seducing Terry and Dean. He was hopelessly lost. He didn't want to hurt anyone. Sven removed his hand much to both of their disappointment.
"I have to Sven," Noir explained his actions. Just the mere thought of Sven abhoring him for his tactics caused an unexpected twinge of guilt and panic to flick at his heart. "You know how Draco would react if I didn't carry through with it."
"I know." Sven dubiously snaked a hand towards one of the waist length braids that framed the elfin face. Noir blushed, not noticing Sven's own flush. "You do not braid it like you used to." The younger boy shyly smiled, relieved that Noir was returning the smile as well. "I miss it."
"Natalia graduated so she isn't here to braid it any more. It takes all my patience to just do these two." Noir giggled faintly, feeling uncharacteristically nervous around his best friend.
"Hn." The hand abandoned it's hold on Noir's braid to run elegant fingers through soft, chestnut strands. "Classes now." With a final caress, Sven grabbed his books and left for Care of Magical Creatures. Noir was left with his own growing attraction towards Sven and not a clue that the warmth spreading through him was because of Sven.
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Blaise was early to Advanced Potions; the first time since he entered school seven years before. He frowned at his accustomed seat. Right next to Draco. That wouldn't do at all. There were only ten students in the class and the houses were mixed because only those with the discipline and perserverance for the art of potions were allowed to take it. Surprisingly, Potter had taken the class and been admitted to it by Severus. The other students were Hermione Granger, Seamus Finnegan (here he felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach), Justin Finch-Fletchley (to everyone's shock, he was the only Hufflepuff), Padma Patil, Su Li, Tracey Davis, and Thomas Nott.
"Blaise." Blaise went rigid at that voice. "I wish to apologize for being so abrupt with you." He kept his position and refused to look at Draco. "Damnit, Blaise! I'm trying to tell you that I'm sorry. You know that I'm not good with these types of words." Draco bit his lip. Had he really hurt Blaise that much? He stood in front of Blaise, visage softening at the prominent bruise against snowy skin. It was nearly the size of a snitch. Blaise avoided meeting Draco's eyes knowing that he would fall under the spell again and immediately forgive him. Draco gripped Blaise's shoulders. "Please, Blaise, you're the only person I trust here and I don't want to ruin that."
"Mayhaps you should have thought about my feelings before you effectively seduced me. Is that what you wanted, Draco? To have someone else under your wing and willing to do anything you want?" Blaise's dark obsidian oculates pooled with tears, the onyx depths sparkling. "It wasn't good enough that the entire school is willing to be your slave so you broke me."
"No!" Draco seethed, fingers digging harshly into Blaise. "I made it clear, Blaise, that when we started to fuck that it meant nothing to me. I told you that it was only a means for release and comfort. I was going through a rough time.....I needed that reassurance. Then you go and fall in love with me! I can't love, Blaise, you should know that best of all."
"I'm aware," Blaise's voice shattered as the dam of collapsed and the waterfall of tears cascaded. "I want you to leave me alone, Draco. I don't want to have anything to do with you. You've hurt me for the last time. God, I feel sorry for anyone else who has the misfortune of losing their heart to you." A withering glance that could have wilted the most versatile flower and Blaise was on the opposite side of the room with his head buried in his arms. Draco felt like the scum on the floor. He had lost his only friend.
Seamus came inside, anger boiling upon seeing Malfoy. A scan of the room and he saw Blaise hunched within himself and slender shoulders trembling. That could mean only one possible thing. That bastard Malfoy had hurt Blaise again! Furious, Seamus momentarily forgot that the was supposed to hate Blaise. Noiseless footfalls and the strength that Quidditch provided, Seamus grabbed Draco's collar and shoved him against the wall. "You should've fucking died along with those other Death Eater bastards!"
Blaise raised his head, eyes swollen and red, cheeks stained with the streaks of saline. "Wh..what are you doing Finnegan?!" Oh God, he didn't want Seamus to get involved and play the hero! Blaise could take care of himself.
"Let go of me, mudblood!" Draco hissed.
Seamus ignored him. "You even think of laying another hand on Blaise and I swear, I'll fucking finish what Voldemort started on you." Draco's eyes darkened to steel, darting a furtive glare at Blaise. "Don't look at him. You don't deserve to. Not after what you did."
Draco's lips curled into a sardonic smirk. "Hn, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you have feelings for him. That true? You just want him for yourself, dont you?" Seamus tightened his grip. "Seems I've touched a nerve, Finnegan."
"Fuck you. Leave him alone. I'm warning you."
"That a threat?"
"No, a promise." Seamus relaxed the hold, still glowwering. "No one deserves what you did Malfoy." He sauntered towards his own desk, the one behind Blaise.
"Why did you do that?!" Blaise snapped, eyes narrowed. "I dont need to be protected."
Seamus was taken aback by the ferocity. "I...I was only wanting to help. I'm sorry if I offended you or something but I felt that I needed to do that. I dont care who you are, getting hurt like that is just plain disgusting and vile. Besides...he hit you...and that's just wrong."
Blaise's breathing hitched in his throat. Seamus did it for him. He'd just admitted it. Blaise didn't know whether to feel more peeved or touched by the gesture. Seamus was looking at the his hands folded in his lap. "I...thank you Seamus..."
Seamus raised his head, grinning madly. "You're welcome...Blaise." Blaise smiled bashfully in return though inside he was cursing himself. It was obvious. Seamus was attracted to him and Blaise, rather than losing face in front of Draco, Noir, and Sven, was going to use the other boy's naivety for his own purposes. The guilt washed freshly over him. Blaise didn't want to but he had to.
"Why are you over there Seamus?" Harry asked as the rest of the class filtered inside. "We looked for you after breakfast."
"I had some business to take care of."
Hermione joined, sitting next to Harry. "And so you came here, to the one class you hate the most, early?" She cast a skeptical look at Seamus who shrugged. Hermione would figure out the truth, especially when Malfoy and Zabini were sitting as far from each other as possible and Seamus just so happened to be there.
"Oi! Bloody hell! That shiner is huge!" Thomas Nott, another Slytherin who's parents had died during the final battle, shouted. "Blimey Draco, you sure gave him the old one-two, eh?" Draco merely snorted and began to take his equipment out. Nott shook his head. "I'd hate to get on your bad side if you do this to your close friends."
Harry glanced at Blaise, the boy was desperately trying to hide the bruise. Harry felt a little sorry for him. He took his wand and tried to adopt a passive expression. "I can get rid of that for you. Well, at least cover it up so you dont get this reaction all day." Blaise warily nodded. Harry murmured a concealing charm and immediately the bruise disappeared but Harry knew Blaise still felt the throbbing pain.
"Thanks Potter."
Seamus frowned. He should have been the one to do that. Suddenly, the silken voice pervaded the room. "Today we will be preparing Skele-grow potions for Madame Pomfrey. It requires tremendous supervision and is best if there are partners." Severus's eyes flickered towards Draco and then at Blaise. Apparently his little talk with Draco hadn't made much of an impact. "Alright. Zabini, Finnegan." Severus might have been snarky but he had noticed the google eyes Seamus had been making at Blaise the second he walked inside. "Granger and Finch-Fletchley, Davis and Nott, Li and Patil, Potter and Malfoy. The directions on the board. You have an hour and fourty five minutes."
Harry resisted the urge to snarl as Draco beckoned him to his table. "Want to hit me too? Unlike Zabini I might hit back."
Draco sighed. "I dont care what you think about me Potter. You dont understand about things between Blaise and myself. Learn the facts and then you can accuse me of all the wrongdoing in the world. Last time you nearly got killed because you were sniffing for the truth." Harry didn't need the reminder that he had followed Draco to Malfoy Manor and almost been killed because he wanted to discover the truth of Draco's plea for innocence and that he was a spy. "Please, just leave it be."
Harry took a double. Draco Malfoy had just said please? That was one for the history books. Malfoy wasn't all that bad expect for his temper and arrogance and spite and let's not forget his pompous attitude. Besides, he was beautiful. Harry mentally slapped himself. Those were bad thoughts. "....Alright Malfoy. For now. Just dont do it again."
Draco paused in chopping the caterpillars. "My god, you're worse than Finnegan. Neither of you know Blaise and yet you're willing to defend him. God, that noble Gryffindor courage." He resumed slicing at a pace that had Harry wincing for the poor caterpillar. "Even after Blaise's fucking with Weasley and Wood you jump to his defense. What the hell is wrong with you people?"
"Zabini does deserve some sort of punishment for hurting Percy and Oliver but Ron will take care of that."
"No he won't!" Draco retorted. "If that poor fool lays one hand on Blaise, I'll kill him."
Harry exasperately shredded the belladonna. "You're the most puzzling git I've ever come across!" He dumped the plant into the cauldron. "If you don't care about him then why would you be willing to risk expulsion for him. That's r-"
"Don't you dare persume that I dont care about him because I do. He's my best friend.....my only friend actually. I dont love him because I'm incapable." Draco stirred the beginnings of the potion so it became more runny. "Do you understand Potter?"
Harry's brows furrowed. "Incapable? No one's incapable of love, Malfoy. Even Riddle loved."
"Did he? Or was it lust? Cleave the foxglove." Draco dropped a few newt eyeballs inside. "Different emotions are felt."
"How are they different?"
"Easy. If you can cry so much because you want someone, it's lust. If you can cry because you need someone, it's love. Personally, the thought of being attached to someone for a long amount of time is a little vexing. Honestly, spending every waking hour with someone else? I'd drive myself yampy."
"But it's not so bad. You'll always have someone. Though, you wouldn't understand, would you Malfoy?" Harry said, voice sad. "You've never been in love."
"And you have?" Draco met Harry's gaze, silver eyes inquisitive. "That's what I thought. So, you dont know what it's like. That entire fling with Cho should have told you that it was futile to ever hope for love. You thought Cho was perfect but she wasn't."
"No, she wasn't but if you never give someone a chance with your heart than you will live a lonely life and the only one that will be a your funeral will be the birds." They remained silent, thinking and contemplating Harry's words and Draco's observations about love and lust. One debating on what he felt while the other planned a seducting strategy without loosing his heart in the process.
Seamus followed the directions though a bit preoccupied, mainly having to do with the raven haired boy beside him. He couldn't even think straight with Blaise around. It was strange. He hadn't been affected like this by any girl.
"Done Professor!" Hermione called, beaming at Justin. Despite Justin's flakiness he was intelligent and reminded a lot of the people of Cedric Diggory. He was handsome like Cedric had been, finally growing into his lanky and lithe body.
Justin smiled charmingly at Blaise as he and Seamus turned to glare at Hermione for finishing first. "Are you feeling better Blaise?"
Blaise, remembering that Justin was a conquest and thus had to be treated like a potential mate, nodded. "Yes, thank you Justin. I haven't seen you with Mandy. Did you two have a falling out of bits?"
Justin carefreely shrugged. "She was becoming to possessive. She wouldn't even let me go to Hogsmeade with my friends. I'm okay with being single, though."
Blaise leaned close to him. "Really? I...I've always found you very attractive, Justin." Blaise, an expert in using his bodies emotions and reactions for his own deeds, willed his cheeks to turn an endering pink. "I was wondering, would you come with me to Hogshead Friday night? I would be so happy and it would make me forget about Draco. I desperately need to." He feigned a hurt expression.
Justin giggled. "I'd be delighted to go with you Blaise! Why Hogshead though?"
Blaise cupped Justin's ear, whispering, "Because, with what I plan to do with you, it might not be fitting for third years to hear you scream with pleasure, moaning and writhing underneath me as I pound into your tight ass over and over and over again."
Justin's turned a violent shade of red. "Hogshead will be fine!" he squeaked, adjusting his robes to hide how Blaise's words had affected him.
Sitting back, Blaise smirked. One down, two more to go and one was next to him with a hurt flashing in his eyes. Blaise stopped himself from apologizing and instead settled on, "Why are you staring at me so funny? Is the bruise showing again?"
Seamus shook his head, not trusting his voice. God, it hurt to envision Blaise and Justin together. Blaise couldn't really feel anything for Justin. It had to be a passing fancy. It just had to be....
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Noir watched as Ron exited the Arithmancy classroom. He was a bit pale and a bit wobbly on his feet but other than that, he didn't appear to out of the ordinary sick. Pansy must have slipped some of the powdered potion onto Weasley's quill. Noir would have to congratulate Pansy later on for her job well done. He trailed Weasley as his steps became more and more awkward as if he'd been dunking his head in a keg of alcohol. Noir smiled in victory.
"Weasley, why are you down here? I am school's prefect. I can take points from you and give you a detention." Noir smirked. "Or, maybe you didn't notice that this is the way to the Slytherin Tower."
Ron, feeling ill, hadn't noticed where he was walking and he in his state of mind, he certainly wasn't looking forward to starting a fight with Noir. "Take points, I dont care."
Noir giggled. "Well, what would your mates say if I took 100 points and a months worth of detention for accosting a prefect in their territory?"
"Noone would believe you."
"You, unlike me, have a history of starting fights most specifically with Slytherins. However, there is a way to save yourself."
Ron didn't like the sly tone of Noir's voice. It unsettled him but he couldn't think straight. "What?"
"Come inside here." Noir didn't give him any room to protest and dragged Ron inside the room. Noir locked the door and placed a silencing charm on the classroom. "It's abandoned. No one comes down here, not even the ghosts."
Ron's mind was fuzzy. "Why are we here?"
"Hn. It doesn't matter, does it? I'm taking you whether you like it or not." Noir backhanded Ron across the face and he fell to the floor. "No one can you here you scream, Weasley. You're going to submit to my every want. Strip, Weasley."
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next chapter: Ron has a breakdown and Hermione comforts him, Seamus/Blaise interactions
warning: RAPE in this chapter. The lemon is on adultfanfiction.net
note: I envision Noir as a twin of Duo Maxwell from Gundam Wing and Sven as a black haired Heero Yuy from Germany. :-P lol
Chapter 3
Noir liked to believe himself a cold bastard around everyone but Sven; the younger boy having the fortune of recieving his friendship. Draco and Blaise were his allies and comrades but he didn't trust them to the extent that he trusted Sven. Noir was capable of shutting all of his emotions down and focusing on important tasks. Just one of the reasons his father, whom was still loyal to Voldemort despite the Dark Lord being dead, had been convinced that Noir would have make an excellent Death Eater. Noir had to agree with his father's logic. After all, one without feelings wasn't going to consider mutiny.
For this time, however, Noir wasn't contemplating murdering muggles and mudbloods. His object of debating was ranting to Potter. Noir was a pure Slytherin and he detested all the other Houses and absolutely despised anyone that had made a rise against Voldemort, even if the dead villian had been senile and a fool. Noir, as with nearly all of the remaining Slytherin's that hadn't been shipped to Durmstrang at the beginning of sixth year, loathed pure bloods that associated with muggles borns and mudbloods. The Weasley family was second behind Dumbledore on sympathisizing with them.
Noir glared at Ron. He knew that he couldn't convince Ron that he adored him and wanted to try a relationship. Just the thought of it made him ill to his stomach. Being a year younger and not in the same classes as Weasel made it difficult to pursue any sort of copulation with him but Noir prided himself on his strategic mind. He wouldn't necessarily have to have Weasel's permission. There hadn't been any clause in the contract that stated one must not take their partner without their consent.
He was beautiful enough and smart enough that he could corner Weasley and take him. Noir smirked to himself. It really wouldn't be that hard unless Ron fought him. Noir's smirk faded into a frown. He wasn't physcially strong unlike Blaise and Draco; he knew he could be effortlessly thwarted from his plan by a well placed punch or kick from Weasley. Unless....Weasley was incapacitated.
"Pansy," Noir used his most charming and wheedling voice on her. She crossed her arms and stared at him down her pug-like nose. "Would you do meet me after your Arithmancy class before Transfiguration?"
"What for?"
"I need your help."
"Fine, I'll be waiting in the girl's lavatory. The one that Moaning Myrtle lives in."
Noir flashed a winning grin at her before reaching for another pastie. Sven reached forward, trapping Noir's hand underneath his own. He ignored the rush of emotions rampaging through his body. Noir's eyes widened at the feeling of Sven's palm cupping his hand. "Sven?" he questioned, confused.
"You are going to drug him, yes?" Sven didn't like that. He didn't think that a person should be raped just in order to win the game but it wasn't really his business what the other boys did. It made him think of how he was going to go about seducing Terry and Dean. He was hopelessly lost. He didn't want to hurt anyone. Sven removed his hand much to both of their disappointment.
"I have to Sven," Noir explained his actions. Just the mere thought of Sven abhoring him for his tactics caused an unexpected twinge of guilt and panic to flick at his heart. "You know how Draco would react if I didn't carry through with it."
"I know." Sven dubiously snaked a hand towards one of the waist length braids that framed the elfin face. Noir blushed, not noticing Sven's own flush. "You do not braid it like you used to." The younger boy shyly smiled, relieved that Noir was returning the smile as well. "I miss it."
"Natalia graduated so she isn't here to braid it any more. It takes all my patience to just do these two." Noir giggled faintly, feeling uncharacteristically nervous around his best friend.
"Hn." The hand abandoned it's hold on Noir's braid to run elegant fingers through soft, chestnut strands. "Classes now." With a final caress, Sven grabbed his books and left for Care of Magical Creatures. Noir was left with his own growing attraction towards Sven and not a clue that the warmth spreading through him was because of Sven.
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Blaise was early to Advanced Potions; the first time since he entered school seven years before. He frowned at his accustomed seat. Right next to Draco. That wouldn't do at all. There were only ten students in the class and the houses were mixed because only those with the discipline and perserverance for the art of potions were allowed to take it. Surprisingly, Potter had taken the class and been admitted to it by Severus. The other students were Hermione Granger, Seamus Finnegan (here he felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach), Justin Finch-Fletchley (to everyone's shock, he was the only Hufflepuff), Padma Patil, Su Li, Tracey Davis, and Thomas Nott.
"Blaise." Blaise went rigid at that voice. "I wish to apologize for being so abrupt with you." He kept his position and refused to look at Draco. "Damnit, Blaise! I'm trying to tell you that I'm sorry. You know that I'm not good with these types of words." Draco bit his lip. Had he really hurt Blaise that much? He stood in front of Blaise, visage softening at the prominent bruise against snowy skin. It was nearly the size of a snitch. Blaise avoided meeting Draco's eyes knowing that he would fall under the spell again and immediately forgive him. Draco gripped Blaise's shoulders. "Please, Blaise, you're the only person I trust here and I don't want to ruin that."
"Mayhaps you should have thought about my feelings before you effectively seduced me. Is that what you wanted, Draco? To have someone else under your wing and willing to do anything you want?" Blaise's dark obsidian oculates pooled with tears, the onyx depths sparkling. "It wasn't good enough that the entire school is willing to be your slave so you broke me."
"No!" Draco seethed, fingers digging harshly into Blaise. "I made it clear, Blaise, that when we started to fuck that it meant nothing to me. I told you that it was only a means for release and comfort. I was going through a rough time.....I needed that reassurance. Then you go and fall in love with me! I can't love, Blaise, you should know that best of all."
"I'm aware," Blaise's voice shattered as the dam of collapsed and the waterfall of tears cascaded. "I want you to leave me alone, Draco. I don't want to have anything to do with you. You've hurt me for the last time. God, I feel sorry for anyone else who has the misfortune of losing their heart to you." A withering glance that could have wilted the most versatile flower and Blaise was on the opposite side of the room with his head buried in his arms. Draco felt like the scum on the floor. He had lost his only friend.
Seamus came inside, anger boiling upon seeing Malfoy. A scan of the room and he saw Blaise hunched within himself and slender shoulders trembling. That could mean only one possible thing. That bastard Malfoy had hurt Blaise again! Furious, Seamus momentarily forgot that the was supposed to hate Blaise. Noiseless footfalls and the strength that Quidditch provided, Seamus grabbed Draco's collar and shoved him against the wall. "You should've fucking died along with those other Death Eater bastards!"
Blaise raised his head, eyes swollen and red, cheeks stained with the streaks of saline. "Wh..what are you doing Finnegan?!" Oh God, he didn't want Seamus to get involved and play the hero! Blaise could take care of himself.
"Let go of me, mudblood!" Draco hissed.
Seamus ignored him. "You even think of laying another hand on Blaise and I swear, I'll fucking finish what Voldemort started on you." Draco's eyes darkened to steel, darting a furtive glare at Blaise. "Don't look at him. You don't deserve to. Not after what you did."
Draco's lips curled into a sardonic smirk. "Hn, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you have feelings for him. That true? You just want him for yourself, dont you?" Seamus tightened his grip. "Seems I've touched a nerve, Finnegan."
"Fuck you. Leave him alone. I'm warning you."
"That a threat?"
"No, a promise." Seamus relaxed the hold, still glowwering. "No one deserves what you did Malfoy." He sauntered towards his own desk, the one behind Blaise.
"Why did you do that?!" Blaise snapped, eyes narrowed. "I dont need to be protected."
Seamus was taken aback by the ferocity. "I...I was only wanting to help. I'm sorry if I offended you or something but I felt that I needed to do that. I dont care who you are, getting hurt like that is just plain disgusting and vile. Besides...he hit you...and that's just wrong."
Blaise's breathing hitched in his throat. Seamus did it for him. He'd just admitted it. Blaise didn't know whether to feel more peeved or touched by the gesture. Seamus was looking at the his hands folded in his lap. "I...thank you Seamus..."
Seamus raised his head, grinning madly. "You're welcome...Blaise." Blaise smiled bashfully in return though inside he was cursing himself. It was obvious. Seamus was attracted to him and Blaise, rather than losing face in front of Draco, Noir, and Sven, was going to use the other boy's naivety for his own purposes. The guilt washed freshly over him. Blaise didn't want to but he had to.
"Why are you over there Seamus?" Harry asked as the rest of the class filtered inside. "We looked for you after breakfast."
"I had some business to take care of."
Hermione joined, sitting next to Harry. "And so you came here, to the one class you hate the most, early?" She cast a skeptical look at Seamus who shrugged. Hermione would figure out the truth, especially when Malfoy and Zabini were sitting as far from each other as possible and Seamus just so happened to be there.
"Oi! Bloody hell! That shiner is huge!" Thomas Nott, another Slytherin who's parents had died during the final battle, shouted. "Blimey Draco, you sure gave him the old one-two, eh?" Draco merely snorted and began to take his equipment out. Nott shook his head. "I'd hate to get on your bad side if you do this to your close friends."
Harry glanced at Blaise, the boy was desperately trying to hide the bruise. Harry felt a little sorry for him. He took his wand and tried to adopt a passive expression. "I can get rid of that for you. Well, at least cover it up so you dont get this reaction all day." Blaise warily nodded. Harry murmured a concealing charm and immediately the bruise disappeared but Harry knew Blaise still felt the throbbing pain.
"Thanks Potter."
Seamus frowned. He should have been the one to do that. Suddenly, the silken voice pervaded the room. "Today we will be preparing Skele-grow potions for Madame Pomfrey. It requires tremendous supervision and is best if there are partners." Severus's eyes flickered towards Draco and then at Blaise. Apparently his little talk with Draco hadn't made much of an impact. "Alright. Zabini, Finnegan." Severus might have been snarky but he had noticed the google eyes Seamus had been making at Blaise the second he walked inside. "Granger and Finch-Fletchley, Davis and Nott, Li and Patil, Potter and Malfoy. The directions on the board. You have an hour and fourty five minutes."
Harry resisted the urge to snarl as Draco beckoned him to his table. "Want to hit me too? Unlike Zabini I might hit back."
Draco sighed. "I dont care what you think about me Potter. You dont understand about things between Blaise and myself. Learn the facts and then you can accuse me of all the wrongdoing in the world. Last time you nearly got killed because you were sniffing for the truth." Harry didn't need the reminder that he had followed Draco to Malfoy Manor and almost been killed because he wanted to discover the truth of Draco's plea for innocence and that he was a spy. "Please, just leave it be."
Harry took a double. Draco Malfoy had just said please? That was one for the history books. Malfoy wasn't all that bad expect for his temper and arrogance and spite and let's not forget his pompous attitude. Besides, he was beautiful. Harry mentally slapped himself. Those were bad thoughts. "....Alright Malfoy. For now. Just dont do it again."
Draco paused in chopping the caterpillars. "My god, you're worse than Finnegan. Neither of you know Blaise and yet you're willing to defend him. God, that noble Gryffindor courage." He resumed slicing at a pace that had Harry wincing for the poor caterpillar. "Even after Blaise's fucking with Weasley and Wood you jump to his defense. What the hell is wrong with you people?"
"Zabini does deserve some sort of punishment for hurting Percy and Oliver but Ron will take care of that."
"No he won't!" Draco retorted. "If that poor fool lays one hand on Blaise, I'll kill him."
Harry exasperately shredded the belladonna. "You're the most puzzling git I've ever come across!" He dumped the plant into the cauldron. "If you don't care about him then why would you be willing to risk expulsion for him. That's r-"
"Don't you dare persume that I dont care about him because I do. He's my best friend.....my only friend actually. I dont love him because I'm incapable." Draco stirred the beginnings of the potion so it became more runny. "Do you understand Potter?"
Harry's brows furrowed. "Incapable? No one's incapable of love, Malfoy. Even Riddle loved."
"Did he? Or was it lust? Cleave the foxglove." Draco dropped a few newt eyeballs inside. "Different emotions are felt."
"How are they different?"
"Easy. If you can cry so much because you want someone, it's lust. If you can cry because you need someone, it's love. Personally, the thought of being attached to someone for a long amount of time is a little vexing. Honestly, spending every waking hour with someone else? I'd drive myself yampy."
"But it's not so bad. You'll always have someone. Though, you wouldn't understand, would you Malfoy?" Harry said, voice sad. "You've never been in love."
"And you have?" Draco met Harry's gaze, silver eyes inquisitive. "That's what I thought. So, you dont know what it's like. That entire fling with Cho should have told you that it was futile to ever hope for love. You thought Cho was perfect but she wasn't."
"No, she wasn't but if you never give someone a chance with your heart than you will live a lonely life and the only one that will be a your funeral will be the birds." They remained silent, thinking and contemplating Harry's words and Draco's observations about love and lust. One debating on what he felt while the other planned a seducting strategy without loosing his heart in the process.
Seamus followed the directions though a bit preoccupied, mainly having to do with the raven haired boy beside him. He couldn't even think straight with Blaise around. It was strange. He hadn't been affected like this by any girl.
"Done Professor!" Hermione called, beaming at Justin. Despite Justin's flakiness he was intelligent and reminded a lot of the people of Cedric Diggory. He was handsome like Cedric had been, finally growing into his lanky and lithe body.
Justin smiled charmingly at Blaise as he and Seamus turned to glare at Hermione for finishing first. "Are you feeling better Blaise?"
Blaise, remembering that Justin was a conquest and thus had to be treated like a potential mate, nodded. "Yes, thank you Justin. I haven't seen you with Mandy. Did you two have a falling out of bits?"
Justin carefreely shrugged. "She was becoming to possessive. She wouldn't even let me go to Hogsmeade with my friends. I'm okay with being single, though."
Blaise leaned close to him. "Really? I...I've always found you very attractive, Justin." Blaise, an expert in using his bodies emotions and reactions for his own deeds, willed his cheeks to turn an endering pink. "I was wondering, would you come with me to Hogshead Friday night? I would be so happy and it would make me forget about Draco. I desperately need to." He feigned a hurt expression.
Justin giggled. "I'd be delighted to go with you Blaise! Why Hogshead though?"
Blaise cupped Justin's ear, whispering, "Because, with what I plan to do with you, it might not be fitting for third years to hear you scream with pleasure, moaning and writhing underneath me as I pound into your tight ass over and over and over again."
Justin's turned a violent shade of red. "Hogshead will be fine!" he squeaked, adjusting his robes to hide how Blaise's words had affected him.
Sitting back, Blaise smirked. One down, two more to go and one was next to him with a hurt flashing in his eyes. Blaise stopped himself from apologizing and instead settled on, "Why are you staring at me so funny? Is the bruise showing again?"
Seamus shook his head, not trusting his voice. God, it hurt to envision Blaise and Justin together. Blaise couldn't really feel anything for Justin. It had to be a passing fancy. It just had to be....
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Noir watched as Ron exited the Arithmancy classroom. He was a bit pale and a bit wobbly on his feet but other than that, he didn't appear to out of the ordinary sick. Pansy must have slipped some of the powdered potion onto Weasley's quill. Noir would have to congratulate Pansy later on for her job well done. He trailed Weasley as his steps became more and more awkward as if he'd been dunking his head in a keg of alcohol. Noir smiled in victory.
"Weasley, why are you down here? I am school's prefect. I can take points from you and give you a detention." Noir smirked. "Or, maybe you didn't notice that this is the way to the Slytherin Tower."
Ron, feeling ill, hadn't noticed where he was walking and he in his state of mind, he certainly wasn't looking forward to starting a fight with Noir. "Take points, I dont care."
Noir giggled. "Well, what would your mates say if I took 100 points and a months worth of detention for accosting a prefect in their territory?"
"Noone would believe you."
"You, unlike me, have a history of starting fights most specifically with Slytherins. However, there is a way to save yourself."
Ron didn't like the sly tone of Noir's voice. It unsettled him but he couldn't think straight. "What?"
"Come inside here." Noir didn't give him any room to protest and dragged Ron inside the room. Noir locked the door and placed a silencing charm on the classroom. "It's abandoned. No one comes down here, not even the ghosts."
Ron's mind was fuzzy. "Why are we here?"
"Hn. It doesn't matter, does it? I'm taking you whether you like it or not." Noir backhanded Ron across the face and he fell to the floor. "No one can you here you scream, Weasley. You're going to submit to my every want. Strip, Weasley."
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