Blaise barely has time to catch her breath after getting off the broom before Draco begins pulling her into a building. "Bloody hell Drake, you could be a little less rough you know!" She exclaims, making a big show of trying to get her arm out of his grasp and succeeding. She starts rubbing it, "you are giving me a bruise you know."

Draco rolls his eyes at her, "Absolutely fantastic! I get you out of there, where you didn't want to be and now you are bloody whining to me! I don't believe you!"

Blaise is taken aback for a moment and then remembers Draco's words of asking her to trust him. "Gee and could you have taken any bloody longer to get me out of there? I was dieing waiting for you. Was there a queue to sneak into Hogwarts or something? Oh I know! You were too busy snogging some floozy in a pub, maybe having a good shag?"

Draco gets up in front of her at that moment, almost nose to nose, and she holds his gaze, "You will respect me. I just got you out of the bloody stronghold for the Order of the Phoenix, and gave up my cover for it. You've been trying to get out of their grasp for ages. For all I know when I was working to get you out, you could have been having a few good shags of your own. Was it Potter? Maybe the Weasel? Or the older Weasel?"

Blaise glares at him ready to respond when a voice from the other side of the chamber interrupts her.

"As amusing I find this to be Miss Zabini and Mr. Malfoy, I have much to do today, now that there is a Slayer in our midst. I do hope you two can continue this at another time. Or would that be too difficult for you?"

Both glance at each other knowing that this is it and then turn around to face Voldemort.

"I'm glad both of you have decided to finally acknowledge my presence, I was growing impatient," Voldemort says looking between the two of them. "I see that you have succeeded Malfoy, and it seems as if we were wrong about the Slayer, she wants to be here, am I correct Slayer?"

'Well that answers our question if he knows what I am,' Blaise thinks. She begins to speak, but she is cut off by Voldemort.

"No don't say a word," he looks over to the door next to him. "Lucius, I assume you brought Severus with the Veritasum?"

"Yes my Lord," Lucius Malfoy walks in with Professor Snape walking behind him.

"Severus, you have proved yourself again in this case, I shall forgive you for now because you have shown your loyalty. But do not expect me to be so lenient next time."

"Yes my Lord," Snape says bowing to Voldemort.

"Good, you have the potion?"

"Of course my Lord."

"Administer it to the Slayer."

Snape walks over towards Blaise and performs the stunning spell. He opens her mouth slightly and pours the potion in. He winks slightly at her as he performs the counter curse to make sure she knows that he is still on her side.

Blaise expects to feel something, anything. She doesn't know if the counter potion has worked, but she expects that she will find out in a few moments.

"What is your name Slayer?" Voldemort starts.

"Blaise Victoria Zabini."

"Why did you go to the Hellmouth five years ago?"

"I had to, if I didn't more bringers would have come and killed me. I was told the only way to stop them was to go to the Hellmouth and seek protection with the original Slayer, Buffy Summers and her group there." Blaise gives a slight sigh of relief. She has just slightly lied about hearing that was the only way to stop the Bringers. She hopes it holds out a bit more.

"Why did you stay after the spell?"

Blaise, not knowing how much they knew, adds in a little truth to this part of the answer, "My cousin Wesley is a watcher. After I escaped Sunnydale with the rest of the girls and had become a Slayer, I knew the only way I could get back home was to stay with them. I did not have any money, or any way of contacting my parents. Unfortunately, I did not know that my cousin was in the US. Los Angeles to be exact. He was waiting for us when we got off the bus, and he attacked me with magic. I didn't have my wand on me, it had been destroyed in Sunnydale, and I was defenseless against that sort of attack. They used veritasum on me and realized that I was going to come back to you, my Lord, and gave me a potion that made me unable to use my Slayer powers. They have kept me under that potion for the last five years. They also have not given me a new wand; I only have one because I have been using a wand that I snuck out to buy. They have tracking me constantly, but sometimes things get to be too much and they don't notice me gone for a few moments." Blaise is glad that the potion allows her to lie this much, she wasn't sure if she could just bend the truth with it or outright lie, and luckily she is able to lie.

"Why have you not contacted us before?"

"My Lord," Blaise almost cringes using that language but knows that she has to in order to survive here. "I only was able to sneak out once in five years. They held me prisoner with magic and by muggle means. I was only able to procure a wand when they found me the last time, and then I was only able to use the wand twice during my time there, in fear that if I did something to one of them, they had many aurors waiting to back them up. I knew that one day they would have to bring us to Hogwarts and that my Watcher, Charlie Weasley, would be too eager to help."

"You are lucky you assumed correctly Miss Zabini," Voldemort looks at her. "I'm glad you are back and I'm sure your father will be too."

She bows to him, "Thank you my Lord."

"That potion is still in you?"

"Yes My Lord."

"Severus."

Snape steps forward, "Yes my Lord."

"Do you have that new potion that I asked for?"

"Of course my Lord," Snape pulls a small vile out of his pocket.

"Let's see if it works," Voldemort motions to Blaise. "Please test it on the Slayer, see if it pulls all of that nasty potion out of her veins."

This time she is able to take the potion from Snape and drink it herself. She knows that the injection before did not work because of the counter potion Snape had given her, so this won't do anything. She is lucky that nothing has affected her because as soon as the vial leaves her lips she feels a knife coming towards her. She lifts her hand and grabs it out of the air, looking at Lucius Malfoy who threw it at her.

"It looks as though you have your Slayer reflexes back," he says to her while she glares at him.

"We are lucky I made the potion instantaneous," Snape says to the room as a whole.

"Yes or I would be out one Slayer, it was a dumb thing to do Lucius. Nevertheless, I am in a good mood today. We are going to have a banquet tonight to celebrate the return of Miss Zabini. Malfoy Jr, you will be accompanying her. I found your banter before entertaining."

"Yes my Lord," Draco says walking up to Blaise.

"My Lord," Blaise looks at Voldemort, wanting more then anything to get out of the room for a little while, "is there anywhere where I might be able to test my strength and my skill before the banquet tonight? I hate to ask too much, but I do want to be in top shape."

"Of course, Young Malfoy knows the way," Voldemort raises a hand to dismiss them, and after they bow Draco leads her out of the room.

He leans into her and whispers, "The whole complex has eyes and ears everywhere, and we have to be careful of what we say here."

"My Draco, are you trying to flirt with me?" Blaise exclaims loudly, knowing that him whispering to her would look just like that. She now realizes why he asked her to do it at dinner the first night, in case there were eyes and ears of Voldemort there.

He looks at her and puts an arm around her waist, "I would never resist the urge to flirt with a creature as beautiful as you, in fact," he leans into whisper in her ear again, "just wanted to let you know you are doing a wonderful job."

"Draco," she shrieks, and lightly slaps him. "Can't take you bloody anywhere."

He smirks at her and opens a door that looks like a training room. "I'll leave you too it." He turns to leave, "oh and Lai?"

"Yeah Drake," she says surprised that he is using her nickname here.

"It's a good thing I'm going with you tonight, or else I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you," he says smiling at her.

She knows why he used her nickname, he wants her to know that comment is real, not the playfulness of before. As he walks out of the door, she realizes that things just got a lot more complicated.