Author: Blue coloured roses
Story: Sweet November
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from the plot and my own characters; it all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 2 Back at the Dragons lair
November 1st: 2.30 a.m 2006
"Zabini!!" yelled Lucius Malfoy into the fireplace. He wasn't in the mood for diplomatic discussion, he just wanted answers and he wanted them now. Seconds later the fatigued head of Alistair zabini appeared in the bright red flames of the huge fire.
"Yes Lucius, I trust you have a good reason for waking me at this time?" He barked, glaring coldly at the blonde man through his spectacular gold eyes, his ebony eyebrow rose questioningly. Any normal person would have been in bed sleeping soundly, but of course, Alistair's life was by not considered to be normal.
"But of course Alistair my friend. I have some news, my son has runaway Why I have not a clue... but I need your sons help. Floo him straight away and tell him to be here in 2 minutes." Lucius replied, his silver orbs rivalling his golden eyes. Alistair Zabini, like his father and all the Zabini men before him, had spectacular golden eyes, their family trademark as it were.
The head of Alistair zabini heaved resignedly, disappeared with a pop, and returned a minute later. Alistair Zabini didn't take kindly to being ordered around in the early hours of the morning. However, when your best friend currently does Voldemorts job nowadays you wisely hold our tongue in these situations.
"He is on his way to you now lucius." He confirmed impatiently. 'What is the imbecile up to now?' he wondered as the expression on the blonde mans face became that of unmistakable satisfaction.
"Good..... I hope I find you well Alistair." Enquired Lucius pertly, sitting in his high backed chair and swirling his large glass of brandy. Lucius had taken to muggle alcohol soon after being burdened with overwhelming responsibilities and tasks set by the dark lord.
"As could be expected Lucius. What of the dark lord? Has he... spoken to you yet?"
"No not yet, I have not had instructions from him for a while..." He scratched his temple with a rough finger, feeling a headache coming on.
"I do hope he isn't giving up...." the Malfoy sighed more to himself then his ebony haired friend. Observing his aging hands with distaste he become woebegone and sipped at his drink, hoping his troubles would melt away into nothing.
"Lucius! Do not be so blind! The dark lord would never give up you know that, not whilst Harry Potter still breathes the same air as us." Alistair spat adding malevolent emphasis on Harry's name dangerously as if it were a blasphemous word.
"Yes I agree with you Alistair, I should not of been so blind." Taking a pause for Brandy he continued. "And do not worry about Potter, I know that the dark lord is planning something extra special for him. Sadly he will not enlighten me, to this I am most annoyed. But we need not worry about that" Lucius narrowed his eyes and smiled callously at the thought of Harry's head exploding violently.
"Excellent," agreed the head of Zabini, eyes sparkling his annoyance with the man evidently forgotten.
He looked around Lucius' study, taking in the familiar objects and weapons placed around the room, which was eerily dark. The only source of light within the room was the fireplace, there were no candles or lanterns lit giving the study a ghostly look. His eyes rested on the large portrait of Narcissa above the desk, which seemed to take some of the sadness and despair out of the air leaving a warm atmosphere.
The blonde woman in the picture was smiling gracefully, her gentle cheekbones and dimples defined beautifully. Her eyes were sparkling fondly with hidden warmth and cheerfulness, which she rarely shared with the world. Behind those sea blue eyes there was a gentle soul caged deep within a prison constructed with bricks of deception and mortar of pain.
"I must take my leave, I hope to hear from you soon. Oh, keep me informed your son, I will send Nott to go deal with him." The ebony haired man drawled, stifling a yawn. At this, Lucius smiled sinfully and nodded his head, his long blonde hair shiny dazzlingly and his silvery-blue eyes shining with wickedness.
"Until then." Alistair replied deferentially and with a loud pop, Alistair Zabini - the childhood friend of Lucius Malfoy, disappeared back to his slightly cosier home. Lucius sipped his brandy lightly standing up from his chair. He stepped back from the fireplace as the roaring flames turned from crimson red to acid green. 3 Seconds later, the towering figure of Blaise zabini appeared in the study.
"You asked for me Lucius?" he stated dryly, his inherited golden eyes flashing with disdain.
"Yes-yes I did. Now, I need you to do me a favour. And if you agree which I know you will my faithful boy, I shall make sure the Dark lord pays you greatly for it." He drawled, smirking cruelly as he saw the young mans clogs at work in his mind. However, Blaise was more cunning then the blonde man and could see right through this little white lie.
He sighed inwardly to himself; he didn't really have of a choice. It was either: firmly reply no, stand up for your self and be tortured, or: say yes and find the son of a bitch but get tortured anyway for no particular reason. Either way torture was inevitable.
"What would you have me do?" he questioned in jaded manner, his gold eyes gleaming in hatred for the Malfoy. Mistaking his attitude for that of disrepute, Lucius punched the wall vigorously to regain the younger mans attention. Blaise jumped inwardly in shock, but kept his cool demeanour, he was not going to allow himself to be bullied by a Malfoy, especially the father of a heartless scumbag. As they say, like father like son.
"I want you to look for my son!" Lucius bellowed losing his temper causing his icy eyes to sharpen considerably. Across from him he saw the gold in Blaise's eye begin to tint slightly and then thought better then to shout, he must stay cool around him......
"You see," He continued attempting his normal voice, "Draco has runaway and I need him back. The dark lord has....... big plans for him." Lucius narrowed his eyes coldly and walked over to his drinks cabinet, feeling slightly envious of his missing son.
"Care for some Brandy, only good thing the muggles invented in my opinion." He mumbled to himself more then Blaise as he poured himself a fresh one. The young man stepped closer fascinated by the bright colours of some of the bottles, and fascinating names. 'Lan-sons- Cham-pag-ne.' He dictated to himself reading the big loopy writing on the green bottle.
"No, thank-you." Blaise replied making out the name of a clear bottle with what appeared to be a bat on it. "Why did Draco run away?" he asked absent- mindedly, trying to read a clear blue bottle. Lucius jerked the neck of the bottle up, spilling it slightly and turned to face the younger man, an uneasy expression on his features.
"How the hell should I know? But I need him back." He shouted with a small slur, downing half of his newly poured glass. Clearly, this man was only a novice when it came to binging on drink.
"Okay - do you have any idea where he might be or go?" Blaise quizzed absently, secretly amazed that Lucius could knock back Muggle alcohol like that, although less expensive then wizard liquor, you got drunk after about 1 glass of the mind bending drinks.
"Of course I Bloody well don't! That's - why I asked you - you foolish boy." He garbled hotly, sloshing the brown liquid onto the carpet. Blaise nodded silently holding his tongue, talking to your 'leader' who was in the early stages of becoming pissed, whilst you had a terrible ache in your head from fatigue and anger was a bad idea. The blonde haired man glared at him dangerously, his eyes going in and out of focus. Blaise tittered to himself at the sozzeled Malfoy.
Blaise narrowed his evenly eyes at the offending look and bought out his wand. Lucius blanched slightly as he saw the oak wand, he'd be useless with a wand now he was wasted. Blaise smirked obnoxiously at the slight panic on the older mans face.
"I'll see what I can do." He retorted harshly before disapparating out of the room. Lucius cursed the youngest Zabini loudly and stormed out of the study, throwing his glass at the wall as he went. Why couldn't his son's best friend be more like his father, keep your mouth shut, follow orders and never question his judgement?
The manor was dark and quiet, making his spine tingle ever so slightly. Now, only the house-elves presence made him feel at ease. He hated it when the house was empty, and now that Draco had gone, he relied on this pathetic thought alone. A slight pang of regret struck his chest as he wandered the lonely corridors, if only he hadn't....... Forcing the thought somewhere else, the eldest Malfoy reached the top of the black marbled stairs and stormed towards a tall painting on the corridor wall.
The painting was at least nine feet set in a luxurious gold frame, in the frame there sat a picture of a man sitting on a throne surrounded by snakes. Black cobras and jade green pythons were slithering everywhere and one huge Basilisk sat at the man feet.
The head of the man was covered with a big black hood; however he lowered it when he saw lucius approaching him. The man bowed his dark head to him as he stopped.
"Good evening, or should I say morning?" said the man in a sinister derisive tone. He had pleasant young features with a bright mysterious smile and sparkling mischievous eyes that were a dark purple.
"Whatever Anthus, open up NOW." The Malfoy barked at the painting, over come with drunkenness, resentment and the early stages of repentance and culpability.
The basilisk opened its huge yellow eyes and hissed threateningly at Lucius, a sense of nausea and pain washing over him as he looked at it, although it was merely a painting, things aren't always what they seem.......
Anthus stroked the snake's head praising it as though it were a pet dog. The snake stuck out its immense fork tongue for a moment before lying down on the floor where it closed its eyes and went back to sleep on the floor. He studied the look on Lucius' face and curled the corners of his lips upwards into a sneer.
"Certainly 'master', password?"
"Mormantdore" he replied impatiently, the Basilisks receding power bringing him out of his inebriated state and back to earth slightly. Anthus nodded his head solemnly and swung open to emit its master. Lucius stepped into the dark foreboding room. It was pitch black with no windows, nothing, not even fungus would be able to live in a room like this. He clapped his hands together and ice blue flames lit up the candles on the walls.
The door shut behind him deftly with a clunk. The blonde man walked up-to a high backed chair in front of a sinister black painting. He took deep slow breaths, this wasn't going to be easy.
Lucius sat down in the chair and stared into the painting as though it were a large TV screen. The black canvas remained rather solitary until it began to bubble and distort. In the receding darkness a shape began to materialise. Ascending from the shadows, a large black snake made towards him, hissing ruthlessly as it got ever closer.
The serpent was blacker then oil from tip to toe apart from a thick silver line weaving its way down its back. The snake grew larger and more ferocious as it got closer; its blood red eyes stared powerfully at Lucius making him feel worthless. The giant snake halted before the blonde man staring down at him callously through even red eyes. Lucius swallowed deeply, the snake's intense gaze sending shivers of foreboding along his spine, making his skin crawl with apprehension. The snake hissed loudly at him, flashing its large white fangs, immediately Lucius bowed his head, muttering, "My lord,"
The snake closed its eyes and morphed into a mass of black robes, spindly pale hands and a gaunt white face with insane red eyes.
"Good Morning Lucius." Came the harsh hiss of his master's commanding, fear- provoking voice - the voice that belonged to lord Voldemort, the darkest and most feared wizard of the 20th and 21st century. Lucius took a deep steadying breath, his commanding poise faltering under his master's superior presence; he looked up into that pallid skeletal face and hid his uneasiness.
"Good morning my lord. I trust that you are well." He added as an after thought, it was his turn to do the boot licking now.
"As could be expected Lucius. To say that I have no choice but to bind myself to this painting, or I will cease to exist then I am as evil and cunning as I ever was." He drawled in a high-pitched voice, glaring maliciously at the whirly black and grey marble frame surrounding the canvas.
"How is the plan pending my lord? I hope its completion is near, for I yearn to see it in motion." Voldemort curled his lips up into an evil smile at his closest deatheaters response and began to speak. He stopped, however, and looked around the room frowning thoughtfully a slight look of confusion and anger on his facade.
"Where is your son Lucius? You promised me you would bring him the next time you saw came to see me." He enquired, narrowing his eyes dangerously at his servant, waiting for his lame excuse. Lucius looked into the shining red eyes that he could not lie to; in the poorly lit darkness they closely resembled rubies.
"Well - I'm afraid there is a problem my lord," he said cautiously, pausing and gulping anxiously. He tried to be strong; the dark lord could smell fear and Lucius did not wish to be tortured.
"My son has..... runaway. I was instructing the boy to don his cloak, as we were about to pay a visit to the Diggorys, but he disobeyed - so I punished him. He went up to his room and I presumed he was preparing himself, but after 5 minutes I went upstairs to find the window open and his clothes and broomstick gone." He shut his mouth quickly; the words had tumbled from him in a great rush to save him self. Lucius bowed his head courteously again and launched into apology.
"I'm sorry my lord I should not of let him out of my sight, I am but a careless old fool I throw myself at your mercy." He jabbered, looking up at Voldemort, hoping this feeble excuse was working its charm.
A wand materialised in front of the dark lords white spidery hand. "Crucio!" shouted Voldemort, a wicked smile tugging his lips.
Lucius writhed about in pain, but did not cry out. His insides were burning with an unseen fire and his blood was boiling in his veins. He was shaking so much that he couldn't see, the dark lords cold face anymore. Then as quickly as it had started, the pain vanished.
"I am very disappointed in you Lucius. Very disappointed," the dark lord purred frighteningly, shaking his head at the Malfoy whilst he fingered his wand. "However.... I am wiling to over look this mistake if you go and fetch me the other person necessary......" Lucius slowly looked into his face, which was still indistinct and hazy, confused at his master.
"Necessary for what My Lord?" he croaked finally finding his voice. Voldemort grinned sinfully and caressed the wand still in his hand.
"Ahh Lucius, all will be revealed soon. Now.... fetch me this girl......."
The painting swirled and a face began to appear within the canvas. An elegant oval face appeared, along with two big brown eyes. Rose coloured lips crept into place and a straight freckled nose. Masses of Red waves sprouted from her head and spilled down her neck stopping at her materialising back. Lucius gasped as he looked into that face, that familiar face.
"Is that?" he gasped as the grim realisation entered his head, "Virginia Weasley?" his eyes widened in horror. Voldemort wanted Ginny Weasley - the minister of magic's daughter.
"Yes, I'm glad you remember her. She is perfect for what I have in mind." He hissed laughing a demonic, high-pitched insane laugh.
Lucius felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand on end at the mad cackling, but ignored it, gaping wordlessly at the picture projected before him. "But - why my lord? Why her? She-"
"She is perfect because of her past...and mine." His faraway voice hissed, whilst the painting transformed back into the pale devil. Voldemort scowled warningly at Lucius who was about to interrupt. "I am a part of her, which will make everything much - much easier." He ridiculed, smiling serenely as his ruby eyes became hazy and out of focus.
"When my past self possessed her using my diary, I found a mysteriousness in her - a darkness. I tried to encourage her to open up to me more, but when she became resistant I rubbed some my 'true' essence onto hers. You see, Ginny Weasley didn't know that my past shadow came looking for me, it disappeared when Harry Potter destroyed my diary and found me again after 40 years, it helped me grow stronger for a while but it also told me something most interesting...."
"Virginia 'Will' give into me because.... she loved me, she fell in love with my past self the stupid little girl. But because of her reckless love for me she will be a 'very' useful tool in my plans." Voldemort drawled in a silky soft voice, a small insane smile on his face. Still grinning, the dark lord turned back into the monstrous black snake.
"Find Virginia for me and you shall be rewarded greatly." He hissed indicating that the subject was now closed. He flashed his demonic red eyes once more before slithering away into the darkness.
Lucius stared into the blackness, revolted, shocked and intrigued at what he'd just been told. This.... was going to particularly be difficult.
He lay deep in thought for 30 minutes, going over his forming plan repeatedly.
"Yes," he whispered finalising the plan, unfolding in his mind. He jumped up from the chair and strode out of the room. Ignoring the 'Good bye master' from Anthus, he made his way back into his study. He reached inside the dark pot beside the fireplace upon entry and threw the red powder into the fire.
"BLAISE ZABINI!" he yelled into the immense red flames; yes this was going to be perfect. 5 seconds later, Blaises weary head appeared within the fire.
"Yes Lucius, I told you I would think about it." He replied coldly, annoyed at the second disruption from the Malfoy.
"Well have you come to a decision yet?" demanded the worried deatheater, already knowing the answer.
"Yes," Blaise sighed rolling his eyes. "I'll do it." His voice was soft, remorse was present in his voice, and it almost sounded as though he was giving his life away.
"Excellent! I knew you would. Now my boy, I would also like you to find somebody else for me. I think you might know whom I mean. Her name is Virginia Weasley. The Dark lord has asked me to bring her to him." Lucius said in a rushed tone, looking at Blaise expectantly.
The younger man widened his eyes in shock and gulped softly. "Ginny Weasley?" he asked unbelievingly.
"Good you know her! I want you to track her down and kidnap her or..... whatever, just find her okay? I know you won't mind taking on two jobs, there's a good fellow."
Lucius' happy head disappeared from the fire in Blaises dark study, the red flames dying away. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his face slowly.
"I can't believe this." He sighed. "I've been given orders to find my old friend... and my lost love...."
*4 years ago *
It was 2 o'clock in the morning and Ginny was sitting on the balcony outside the astronomy tower. She came here a lot to think and look out over the beautiful lake whilst doing so. There was a cool breeze tonight and it felt quite refreshing against her freckled skin. Her thoughts were of Harry ( as usual) and she closed her eyes as she pondered what it would be like to be held in his arms.
She was jerked suddenly from her thoughts by the opening of the double doors leading to the balcony. She stared at the door anticipating as to who it might be. To her surprise, out came Blaise Zabini.
Ginny looked him over whilst he still hadn't noticed her, she'd never really had a proper chance to do this. He was 6'2 with amazing ebony black hair, which was gelled up at the front. His eyes, strangely enough were gold with small flicks of brown splashed in them. This was his most eye- catching feature apart from his strong, muscular body with a nice six-pack.
Ginny felt her mouth go dry and looked away, trying to focus on her thoughts and not the cute hottie behind her. Blaise shut the door quietly and jumped slightly as he saw the beautiful redhead - to him this was a 'very' nice surprise.
Un known to all - even his best friend Draco Malfoy, he had a secret fascination with her, but it wasn't just a fascination, it was an obsession..... She intrigued him. Her amazing nymph-like beauty made him go weak at the knees. That charming out-going personality, (apart from her Weasley temper) that caused him to wonder why she so lonely...... Blaise's life seemed to light up whenever she was around him, but most times he could only admire her from afar.
He cleared his throat and sat down on the wall a couple of feet away from his secret goddess. Ginny gave him a sideways glance and pulled her towel robe closer to her, knowing how boys ogle at the odd bit of flesh.
Blaise sat there, trying to forget about her presence, he hadn't been this close to her before; she was always physically and emotionally out of reach. Unable to ignore her any longer he broke the uncomfortable silence.
"Do you come up here often?" he asked casually, as if meeting her for the first time. Ginny turned to look at him, he wasn't sneering, was he attempting to be nice?
"Yeah - quite a lot actually." she replied as she shifted her weight, 'okay no snide remarks so far.' "How about you? Do .. you come here to think as- well?" Her heart skipped a beat when his amazing golden eyes gazed into her brown probing ones.
"I come up here, but not to think," he turned his head towards the grounds,
"I come up here to look at that." The slytherin seventh year nodded his head towards the lake. It was eerily beautiful and relaxing. A mist lingered over the still water giving it a ghostly look.
"Its beautiful isn't it?" she sighed gazing out over the water.
He turned to look at her, "Yeah... Yeah it is."
Ginny blushed when she felt his eyes on her, suddenly thinking how cold he must be with only his boxers and a tight t-shirt - her mind on what lay underneath the fabric. The couple sat in perfect silence, appreciating the view and secretly, one an-others company.
"I wish you... were like this more often." She sighed whilst tuning to look at his puzzled face. Feeling mildly hurt and confused, Blaise frowned at her.
"What do you mean 'like this more often'? Like what?" He enquired, scooting a little closer to her. It seemed Ginny didn't notice - or mind his closeness, she just smiled at his confusion.
"What I meant was, you seem... well, much kinder when you're not around Malfoy. More, normal... I just wish you'd be like that all the time and not something you aren't."
"How do you know that's not the real me? I AM in Slytherin after all." He questioned raising a penetrating eyebrow. Ginny bit her lip apprehensively; she hoped he wasn't just another carbon copy of Malfoy.
"Well.... The Blaise I see roaming the corridors never smiles or talks too much, but the Blaise here with me seems cheerful and contented - you seem free."
Blaise quirked a stupefied eyebrow, she had him sussed in under 5 minutes of meeting him properly. Ginny laughed charmingly when he gave her an impressed look, men weren't that hard to figure out, well.... Not all of them were. .
"I'm not that bad when I'm with Draco" he argued back, returning to the prior convo. Ginny threw him a sceptical look.
"Blaise, just yesterday Draco insulted me about my 'Weasley hair' and you agreed with him! Then to make matters worse, you joined in his taunting!"
Blaise was about to argue but stopped when he remembered, she was right. 'Oh God I did.' He told himself.
So far he'd kept his fascination about her to himself, because If Draco found out about this then he'd never let Blaise live it down. Nevertheless, how would he tell Ginny this? Ginny looked away back at the water leaving the boy alone with his thoughts.
Blaise stared at her face, the hurt seen in her eyes yesterday returning. 'She's even more beautiful up close.' He thought, trying to ignore the wounded look on her façade. He'd never felt this way about anybody, how he'd first come across powerful feelings such as these he didn't know, but he knew that he cared about her immensely, and didn't want to chop off the hand of friendship she was handing to him.
"I'm sorry Ginny," he whispered truthfully, the words sounding bittersweet. Ginny glanced at him, had she just heard him right?
"Pardon?" she asked, astounded that one of the most powerful - not to mention sexiest - Slytherin boys had spoke such thoughtful words. Blaise slouched his shoulders and turned his face to look at her shocked one.
"I'm sorry Ginny." He repeated softly, staring profoundly into her eyes - into her.
Ginny smiled at him - a true smile, a friendly smile. Blaise gasped inwardly as she shuffled along the wall so they were right next to each other. 'I'll have to remember to be nice to her in the future.' He thought as she tore her eyes away from his to look once more at the lake.
"So... What were you thinking about?" solicited Blaise, inquisitiveness getting the better of him. Ginny gave a short laugh and opened her mouth to speak, until an angry thundering voice, which was unmistakably the hunting cry of Filch sounded outside the main tower doors.
"Shit!" she cursed loudly, remembering their most recent meeting.
"MISS WEASLEY I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE. I SAW YOU SNEAKING PAST THE LIBRARY!" came filches angry roar.
"Quick!" Blaise said excitedly, grabbing Ginny by the hand and dragging her to the small wooden table that was used for reading. He picked up a beautiful silky cloak that undoubtedly was an Invisibility cloak. Ginny had moments to marvel at it before Blaise pulled her to the corner and wrapped it around the both of them.
Ginny stepped in closer to him and leaned against his chest, placing her arms around his waist as though she snuggled up to notorious Slytherin boys on a regular basis. Blaise had to suppress a groan rising in his throat due to her chest resting against his. She cuddled him close, shaking with excitement and nervousness. Blaise wrapped his arms around her as he'd often done in his dreams and held his breath; just being around her had intoxicated him.
"GOTCHA!" Filch burst the door open with his foot and cursed loudly as Ginny was not there.
"Damn - DAMN!" he cursed, feeling like a right fool. "Come along my sweet" he cooed to Mrs Norris. Her red eyes were staring straight at the worried teenagers, Blaise narrowed his eyes at the cat and as if seeing them in a completely new light ran out the door after her master.
"Phew!" breathed a flushed Ginny, "That was close." Blaise reluctantly let go of her and let her slip out of the cloak.
"Where did you get such a beautiful cloak?" she asked marvelling at the quality of the garment.
Blaise smiled smugly at her appreciation of his treasured weapon. He often used it to sneak into Hogwarts dark under belly in the dead of night, or on some occasions out of Hogwarts and down to the three broomsticks.
"It was my big brothers. He passed it onto me after he got married. And now I use it to sneak up to here when I can."
Ginny smiled another dazzling smile at him, 'I wish I had one' she thought longingly, stroking the cloak as though it were a pretty creature of some sort. Blaise grinned happily as she caressed the silky material, finally feeling on top of the world.
"Well... I should be going now, I'll be expelled if I'm caught out of bed again." She said suddenly, laughing uneasily at the silence. She felt herself blush at his smile; this boy she normally knew to be spiteful and cruel was really a nice person, plus he was handsome! She bit her lip modestly, thinking sinister thoughts.
"Goodnight Blaise." Ginny said gently, her eyes flickering to his 6 pack for a moment. She gave him a joyful lop-sided grin before turning toward the door.
"Wait," He called out suddenly. Ginny spun around and gave him a probing look. Blaise marvelled at how gracefully she moved when she walked, plus how cute her arse was.
"Take my cloak, you're already in enough trouble as it is." He said reassuringly, holding the shimmering cloak out to her. The redhead goggled her mouth in surprise, nobody at Hogwarts had ever leant her anything before.
"Go on take it." He chuckled at her apprehensive expression.
"Are you sure?" She enquired, taking the cloak from awkwardly from him and hugging it to her chest.
"Yes, I'm positive," He replied giving her a confident smile to show he was sincere. Ginny wanted to hug him, but thought better of it, she wasn't too sure if it'd just stop at a hug if she did so. Smiling warmly, Ginny donned the cloak.
"Wait before you go," he reached in his pocket and drew out a beautiful eagle quill.
"You, err... left this here on Monday." He said, slightly self-conscious, handing her the quill. His muscles flexed absently as he did this action and Ginny felt her tongue melt. To her Blaise was so... perfect. Nice personality - when he wasn't with Draco, handsome features, amazing body, polite, sincere. She shook away particular ominous thoughts as she thought of his six-pack.
"You weren't up here on Monday though..." She started, pausing curiously as he bit his lip and looked away over her head at the roof. It seemed Blaise tended to use this cloak most of the time, after all being invisible had many advantages.
"Okay - " she gave an embarrassed laugh. "Thank-you Blaise." He looked back into her, his golden eyes connecting with hers.
"'S Okay" he mumbled feeling himself redden a little. 'Why am I so withdrawn around her? I've waited to talk to her for months.'
"Goodnight." She said sweetly unintentionally hooding her eyes amorously. Blaise swallowed - hard. "Goodnight Ginny." Ginny pulled the cloak over her head and the invisible redhead gave him and his six-pack one last glance before opening the door and returning to her dorm. Tonight she'd found something she never had; a true friend.
"Maybe I'm not alone after all." she whispered as she closed the glass doors, glancing back thoughtfully at Blaise before rounding the corner.
*Present *
Blaise stared out into the awakening world. It was now 7.00 a.m. and he'd had no sleep, his eyes were heavy with fatigue from the nights events. The sun was rising steadily into the sky pouring its warming rays onto the earth.
He'd always remembered that night, and the others that followed. Blaise would meet Ginny every night in secret, to talk about the world and the events that'd occurred during the day. He loved her down to earth nature, and she his caring advice and witty out look on life, and over the future months before graduation they'd formed a close relationship. However, neither of them knew what this relationship was purely based on....
On the night of the G. ball, Blaise felt as though his heart had been broken when he saw her wrapped lovingly in the arms of Draco, DRACO! - The guy she ranted about repeatedly, not a night went by without Ginny complaining about the blonde boy - his Best friend, who on some occasions Blaise found himself sticking up for when Ginny went that little bit to far. Of course he regretted that now.
2 nights before the ball, Blaise admitted to Draco that he was crazy about her. That - he realised - was his biggest mistake. How was someone as vindictive as Draco to understand how he felt? To his complete and utter disgust - but not surprise - Draco had laughed & furthermore criticised him endlessly for ages about the Weasley's and her love of Potter before asking why.
Blaise had gone into immense detail about the redhead for 20 minutes, without a snide remark or interruption from Draco. He remembered the look on his best friends face as he described how wonderful she was; he left out the part that he'd been meeting with her as he didn't want to be interrogated or teased anymore by his 'friend.'
"That slimy git Draco," he whispered savagely as he changed his robes from black to navy blue.
"I'll be sure to have a little fun with the dragon when I find him." He hissed, smirking wickedly whilst transfigurating his deatheater mask and placing it in his pocket.
"Excuse me sir!" shouted a voice somewhere around his knees. He looked down to see his house-elf Tuppence staring at him with huge blue innocent eyes. He never hit or got too angry with his elf, as she was one of his most trusted accomplices.
"Yes?" he asked the creature rather impatiently.
"Begging your pardon sir, but I has prepared your luggage for you sir." The elf squeaked pointed at a black suitcase in the middle of the floor. "I put your broomstick and cauldron in their too sir in-case sir needed them."
"Oh, thanks." He mumbled whilst picking it up.
"When he wakes, tell my father that I'm away on business, but will be in touch soon." The house elf nodded its head vigorously causing its huge ears to flap comically around its head.
"Yes sir, Tuppence will sure to tell Master Zabini, as soon as he wakes sir." Blaise smiled at the creature, unable to see how some families could abuse such smart creatures. "Good elf, see you soon."
With his suitcase packed, Blaise disapparated in search of a silver eyed dragon and his goddess..
A/N: Thanks for reading chapter 2. Chapter 3 will probs be on soon as it is already written, but it is being tweaked with at the mo. Any incite is appreciated, Remember people review, review and review!
BBS. Blue x
Story: Sweet November
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from the plot and my own characters; it all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 2 Back at the Dragons lair
November 1st: 2.30 a.m 2006
"Zabini!!" yelled Lucius Malfoy into the fireplace. He wasn't in the mood for diplomatic discussion, he just wanted answers and he wanted them now. Seconds later the fatigued head of Alistair zabini appeared in the bright red flames of the huge fire.
"Yes Lucius, I trust you have a good reason for waking me at this time?" He barked, glaring coldly at the blonde man through his spectacular gold eyes, his ebony eyebrow rose questioningly. Any normal person would have been in bed sleeping soundly, but of course, Alistair's life was by not considered to be normal.
"But of course Alistair my friend. I have some news, my son has runaway Why I have not a clue... but I need your sons help. Floo him straight away and tell him to be here in 2 minutes." Lucius replied, his silver orbs rivalling his golden eyes. Alistair Zabini, like his father and all the Zabini men before him, had spectacular golden eyes, their family trademark as it were.
The head of Alistair zabini heaved resignedly, disappeared with a pop, and returned a minute later. Alistair Zabini didn't take kindly to being ordered around in the early hours of the morning. However, when your best friend currently does Voldemorts job nowadays you wisely hold our tongue in these situations.
"He is on his way to you now lucius." He confirmed impatiently. 'What is the imbecile up to now?' he wondered as the expression on the blonde mans face became that of unmistakable satisfaction.
"Good..... I hope I find you well Alistair." Enquired Lucius pertly, sitting in his high backed chair and swirling his large glass of brandy. Lucius had taken to muggle alcohol soon after being burdened with overwhelming responsibilities and tasks set by the dark lord.
"As could be expected Lucius. What of the dark lord? Has he... spoken to you yet?"
"No not yet, I have not had instructions from him for a while..." He scratched his temple with a rough finger, feeling a headache coming on.
"I do hope he isn't giving up...." the Malfoy sighed more to himself then his ebony haired friend. Observing his aging hands with distaste he become woebegone and sipped at his drink, hoping his troubles would melt away into nothing.
"Lucius! Do not be so blind! The dark lord would never give up you know that, not whilst Harry Potter still breathes the same air as us." Alistair spat adding malevolent emphasis on Harry's name dangerously as if it were a blasphemous word.
"Yes I agree with you Alistair, I should not of been so blind." Taking a pause for Brandy he continued. "And do not worry about Potter, I know that the dark lord is planning something extra special for him. Sadly he will not enlighten me, to this I am most annoyed. But we need not worry about that" Lucius narrowed his eyes and smiled callously at the thought of Harry's head exploding violently.
"Excellent," agreed the head of Zabini, eyes sparkling his annoyance with the man evidently forgotten.
He looked around Lucius' study, taking in the familiar objects and weapons placed around the room, which was eerily dark. The only source of light within the room was the fireplace, there were no candles or lanterns lit giving the study a ghostly look. His eyes rested on the large portrait of Narcissa above the desk, which seemed to take some of the sadness and despair out of the air leaving a warm atmosphere.
The blonde woman in the picture was smiling gracefully, her gentle cheekbones and dimples defined beautifully. Her eyes were sparkling fondly with hidden warmth and cheerfulness, which she rarely shared with the world. Behind those sea blue eyes there was a gentle soul caged deep within a prison constructed with bricks of deception and mortar of pain.
"I must take my leave, I hope to hear from you soon. Oh, keep me informed your son, I will send Nott to go deal with him." The ebony haired man drawled, stifling a yawn. At this, Lucius smiled sinfully and nodded his head, his long blonde hair shiny dazzlingly and his silvery-blue eyes shining with wickedness.
"Until then." Alistair replied deferentially and with a loud pop, Alistair Zabini - the childhood friend of Lucius Malfoy, disappeared back to his slightly cosier home. Lucius sipped his brandy lightly standing up from his chair. He stepped back from the fireplace as the roaring flames turned from crimson red to acid green. 3 Seconds later, the towering figure of Blaise zabini appeared in the study.
"You asked for me Lucius?" he stated dryly, his inherited golden eyes flashing with disdain.
"Yes-yes I did. Now, I need you to do me a favour. And if you agree which I know you will my faithful boy, I shall make sure the Dark lord pays you greatly for it." He drawled, smirking cruelly as he saw the young mans clogs at work in his mind. However, Blaise was more cunning then the blonde man and could see right through this little white lie.
He sighed inwardly to himself; he didn't really have of a choice. It was either: firmly reply no, stand up for your self and be tortured, or: say yes and find the son of a bitch but get tortured anyway for no particular reason. Either way torture was inevitable.
"What would you have me do?" he questioned in jaded manner, his gold eyes gleaming in hatred for the Malfoy. Mistaking his attitude for that of disrepute, Lucius punched the wall vigorously to regain the younger mans attention. Blaise jumped inwardly in shock, but kept his cool demeanour, he was not going to allow himself to be bullied by a Malfoy, especially the father of a heartless scumbag. As they say, like father like son.
"I want you to look for my son!" Lucius bellowed losing his temper causing his icy eyes to sharpen considerably. Across from him he saw the gold in Blaise's eye begin to tint slightly and then thought better then to shout, he must stay cool around him......
"You see," He continued attempting his normal voice, "Draco has runaway and I need him back. The dark lord has....... big plans for him." Lucius narrowed his eyes coldly and walked over to his drinks cabinet, feeling slightly envious of his missing son.
"Care for some Brandy, only good thing the muggles invented in my opinion." He mumbled to himself more then Blaise as he poured himself a fresh one. The young man stepped closer fascinated by the bright colours of some of the bottles, and fascinating names. 'Lan-sons- Cham-pag-ne.' He dictated to himself reading the big loopy writing on the green bottle.
"No, thank-you." Blaise replied making out the name of a clear bottle with what appeared to be a bat on it. "Why did Draco run away?" he asked absent- mindedly, trying to read a clear blue bottle. Lucius jerked the neck of the bottle up, spilling it slightly and turned to face the younger man, an uneasy expression on his features.
"How the hell should I know? But I need him back." He shouted with a small slur, downing half of his newly poured glass. Clearly, this man was only a novice when it came to binging on drink.
"Okay - do you have any idea where he might be or go?" Blaise quizzed absently, secretly amazed that Lucius could knock back Muggle alcohol like that, although less expensive then wizard liquor, you got drunk after about 1 glass of the mind bending drinks.
"Of course I Bloody well don't! That's - why I asked you - you foolish boy." He garbled hotly, sloshing the brown liquid onto the carpet. Blaise nodded silently holding his tongue, talking to your 'leader' who was in the early stages of becoming pissed, whilst you had a terrible ache in your head from fatigue and anger was a bad idea. The blonde haired man glared at him dangerously, his eyes going in and out of focus. Blaise tittered to himself at the sozzeled Malfoy.
Blaise narrowed his evenly eyes at the offending look and bought out his wand. Lucius blanched slightly as he saw the oak wand, he'd be useless with a wand now he was wasted. Blaise smirked obnoxiously at the slight panic on the older mans face.
"I'll see what I can do." He retorted harshly before disapparating out of the room. Lucius cursed the youngest Zabini loudly and stormed out of the study, throwing his glass at the wall as he went. Why couldn't his son's best friend be more like his father, keep your mouth shut, follow orders and never question his judgement?
The manor was dark and quiet, making his spine tingle ever so slightly. Now, only the house-elves presence made him feel at ease. He hated it when the house was empty, and now that Draco had gone, he relied on this pathetic thought alone. A slight pang of regret struck his chest as he wandered the lonely corridors, if only he hadn't....... Forcing the thought somewhere else, the eldest Malfoy reached the top of the black marbled stairs and stormed towards a tall painting on the corridor wall.
The painting was at least nine feet set in a luxurious gold frame, in the frame there sat a picture of a man sitting on a throne surrounded by snakes. Black cobras and jade green pythons were slithering everywhere and one huge Basilisk sat at the man feet.
The head of the man was covered with a big black hood; however he lowered it when he saw lucius approaching him. The man bowed his dark head to him as he stopped.
"Good evening, or should I say morning?" said the man in a sinister derisive tone. He had pleasant young features with a bright mysterious smile and sparkling mischievous eyes that were a dark purple.
"Whatever Anthus, open up NOW." The Malfoy barked at the painting, over come with drunkenness, resentment and the early stages of repentance and culpability.
The basilisk opened its huge yellow eyes and hissed threateningly at Lucius, a sense of nausea and pain washing over him as he looked at it, although it was merely a painting, things aren't always what they seem.......
Anthus stroked the snake's head praising it as though it were a pet dog. The snake stuck out its immense fork tongue for a moment before lying down on the floor where it closed its eyes and went back to sleep on the floor. He studied the look on Lucius' face and curled the corners of his lips upwards into a sneer.
"Certainly 'master', password?"
"Mormantdore" he replied impatiently, the Basilisks receding power bringing him out of his inebriated state and back to earth slightly. Anthus nodded his head solemnly and swung open to emit its master. Lucius stepped into the dark foreboding room. It was pitch black with no windows, nothing, not even fungus would be able to live in a room like this. He clapped his hands together and ice blue flames lit up the candles on the walls.
The door shut behind him deftly with a clunk. The blonde man walked up-to a high backed chair in front of a sinister black painting. He took deep slow breaths, this wasn't going to be easy.
Lucius sat down in the chair and stared into the painting as though it were a large TV screen. The black canvas remained rather solitary until it began to bubble and distort. In the receding darkness a shape began to materialise. Ascending from the shadows, a large black snake made towards him, hissing ruthlessly as it got ever closer.
The serpent was blacker then oil from tip to toe apart from a thick silver line weaving its way down its back. The snake grew larger and more ferocious as it got closer; its blood red eyes stared powerfully at Lucius making him feel worthless. The giant snake halted before the blonde man staring down at him callously through even red eyes. Lucius swallowed deeply, the snake's intense gaze sending shivers of foreboding along his spine, making his skin crawl with apprehension. The snake hissed loudly at him, flashing its large white fangs, immediately Lucius bowed his head, muttering, "My lord,"
The snake closed its eyes and morphed into a mass of black robes, spindly pale hands and a gaunt white face with insane red eyes.
"Good Morning Lucius." Came the harsh hiss of his master's commanding, fear- provoking voice - the voice that belonged to lord Voldemort, the darkest and most feared wizard of the 20th and 21st century. Lucius took a deep steadying breath, his commanding poise faltering under his master's superior presence; he looked up into that pallid skeletal face and hid his uneasiness.
"Good morning my lord. I trust that you are well." He added as an after thought, it was his turn to do the boot licking now.
"As could be expected Lucius. To say that I have no choice but to bind myself to this painting, or I will cease to exist then I am as evil and cunning as I ever was." He drawled in a high-pitched voice, glaring maliciously at the whirly black and grey marble frame surrounding the canvas.
"How is the plan pending my lord? I hope its completion is near, for I yearn to see it in motion." Voldemort curled his lips up into an evil smile at his closest deatheaters response and began to speak. He stopped, however, and looked around the room frowning thoughtfully a slight look of confusion and anger on his facade.
"Where is your son Lucius? You promised me you would bring him the next time you saw came to see me." He enquired, narrowing his eyes dangerously at his servant, waiting for his lame excuse. Lucius looked into the shining red eyes that he could not lie to; in the poorly lit darkness they closely resembled rubies.
"Well - I'm afraid there is a problem my lord," he said cautiously, pausing and gulping anxiously. He tried to be strong; the dark lord could smell fear and Lucius did not wish to be tortured.
"My son has..... runaway. I was instructing the boy to don his cloak, as we were about to pay a visit to the Diggorys, but he disobeyed - so I punished him. He went up to his room and I presumed he was preparing himself, but after 5 minutes I went upstairs to find the window open and his clothes and broomstick gone." He shut his mouth quickly; the words had tumbled from him in a great rush to save him self. Lucius bowed his head courteously again and launched into apology.
"I'm sorry my lord I should not of let him out of my sight, I am but a careless old fool I throw myself at your mercy." He jabbered, looking up at Voldemort, hoping this feeble excuse was working its charm.
A wand materialised in front of the dark lords white spidery hand. "Crucio!" shouted Voldemort, a wicked smile tugging his lips.
Lucius writhed about in pain, but did not cry out. His insides were burning with an unseen fire and his blood was boiling in his veins. He was shaking so much that he couldn't see, the dark lords cold face anymore. Then as quickly as it had started, the pain vanished.
"I am very disappointed in you Lucius. Very disappointed," the dark lord purred frighteningly, shaking his head at the Malfoy whilst he fingered his wand. "However.... I am wiling to over look this mistake if you go and fetch me the other person necessary......" Lucius slowly looked into his face, which was still indistinct and hazy, confused at his master.
"Necessary for what My Lord?" he croaked finally finding his voice. Voldemort grinned sinfully and caressed the wand still in his hand.
"Ahh Lucius, all will be revealed soon. Now.... fetch me this girl......."
The painting swirled and a face began to appear within the canvas. An elegant oval face appeared, along with two big brown eyes. Rose coloured lips crept into place and a straight freckled nose. Masses of Red waves sprouted from her head and spilled down her neck stopping at her materialising back. Lucius gasped as he looked into that face, that familiar face.
"Is that?" he gasped as the grim realisation entered his head, "Virginia Weasley?" his eyes widened in horror. Voldemort wanted Ginny Weasley - the minister of magic's daughter.
"Yes, I'm glad you remember her. She is perfect for what I have in mind." He hissed laughing a demonic, high-pitched insane laugh.
Lucius felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand on end at the mad cackling, but ignored it, gaping wordlessly at the picture projected before him. "But - why my lord? Why her? She-"
"She is perfect because of her past...and mine." His faraway voice hissed, whilst the painting transformed back into the pale devil. Voldemort scowled warningly at Lucius who was about to interrupt. "I am a part of her, which will make everything much - much easier." He ridiculed, smiling serenely as his ruby eyes became hazy and out of focus.
"When my past self possessed her using my diary, I found a mysteriousness in her - a darkness. I tried to encourage her to open up to me more, but when she became resistant I rubbed some my 'true' essence onto hers. You see, Ginny Weasley didn't know that my past shadow came looking for me, it disappeared when Harry Potter destroyed my diary and found me again after 40 years, it helped me grow stronger for a while but it also told me something most interesting...."
"Virginia 'Will' give into me because.... she loved me, she fell in love with my past self the stupid little girl. But because of her reckless love for me she will be a 'very' useful tool in my plans." Voldemort drawled in a silky soft voice, a small insane smile on his face. Still grinning, the dark lord turned back into the monstrous black snake.
"Find Virginia for me and you shall be rewarded greatly." He hissed indicating that the subject was now closed. He flashed his demonic red eyes once more before slithering away into the darkness.
Lucius stared into the blackness, revolted, shocked and intrigued at what he'd just been told. This.... was going to particularly be difficult.
He lay deep in thought for 30 minutes, going over his forming plan repeatedly.
"Yes," he whispered finalising the plan, unfolding in his mind. He jumped up from the chair and strode out of the room. Ignoring the 'Good bye master' from Anthus, he made his way back into his study. He reached inside the dark pot beside the fireplace upon entry and threw the red powder into the fire.
"BLAISE ZABINI!" he yelled into the immense red flames; yes this was going to be perfect. 5 seconds later, Blaises weary head appeared within the fire.
"Yes Lucius, I told you I would think about it." He replied coldly, annoyed at the second disruption from the Malfoy.
"Well have you come to a decision yet?" demanded the worried deatheater, already knowing the answer.
"Yes," Blaise sighed rolling his eyes. "I'll do it." His voice was soft, remorse was present in his voice, and it almost sounded as though he was giving his life away.
"Excellent! I knew you would. Now my boy, I would also like you to find somebody else for me. I think you might know whom I mean. Her name is Virginia Weasley. The Dark lord has asked me to bring her to him." Lucius said in a rushed tone, looking at Blaise expectantly.
The younger man widened his eyes in shock and gulped softly. "Ginny Weasley?" he asked unbelievingly.
"Good you know her! I want you to track her down and kidnap her or..... whatever, just find her okay? I know you won't mind taking on two jobs, there's a good fellow."
Lucius' happy head disappeared from the fire in Blaises dark study, the red flames dying away. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his face slowly.
"I can't believe this." He sighed. "I've been given orders to find my old friend... and my lost love...."
*4 years ago *
It was 2 o'clock in the morning and Ginny was sitting on the balcony outside the astronomy tower. She came here a lot to think and look out over the beautiful lake whilst doing so. There was a cool breeze tonight and it felt quite refreshing against her freckled skin. Her thoughts were of Harry ( as usual) and she closed her eyes as she pondered what it would be like to be held in his arms.
She was jerked suddenly from her thoughts by the opening of the double doors leading to the balcony. She stared at the door anticipating as to who it might be. To her surprise, out came Blaise Zabini.
Ginny looked him over whilst he still hadn't noticed her, she'd never really had a proper chance to do this. He was 6'2 with amazing ebony black hair, which was gelled up at the front. His eyes, strangely enough were gold with small flicks of brown splashed in them. This was his most eye- catching feature apart from his strong, muscular body with a nice six-pack.
Ginny felt her mouth go dry and looked away, trying to focus on her thoughts and not the cute hottie behind her. Blaise shut the door quietly and jumped slightly as he saw the beautiful redhead - to him this was a 'very' nice surprise.
Un known to all - even his best friend Draco Malfoy, he had a secret fascination with her, but it wasn't just a fascination, it was an obsession..... She intrigued him. Her amazing nymph-like beauty made him go weak at the knees. That charming out-going personality, (apart from her Weasley temper) that caused him to wonder why she so lonely...... Blaise's life seemed to light up whenever she was around him, but most times he could only admire her from afar.
He cleared his throat and sat down on the wall a couple of feet away from his secret goddess. Ginny gave him a sideways glance and pulled her towel robe closer to her, knowing how boys ogle at the odd bit of flesh.
Blaise sat there, trying to forget about her presence, he hadn't been this close to her before; she was always physically and emotionally out of reach. Unable to ignore her any longer he broke the uncomfortable silence.
"Do you come up here often?" he asked casually, as if meeting her for the first time. Ginny turned to look at him, he wasn't sneering, was he attempting to be nice?
"Yeah - quite a lot actually." she replied as she shifted her weight, 'okay no snide remarks so far.' "How about you? Do .. you come here to think as- well?" Her heart skipped a beat when his amazing golden eyes gazed into her brown probing ones.
"I come up here, but not to think," he turned his head towards the grounds,
"I come up here to look at that." The slytherin seventh year nodded his head towards the lake. It was eerily beautiful and relaxing. A mist lingered over the still water giving it a ghostly look.
"Its beautiful isn't it?" she sighed gazing out over the water.
He turned to look at her, "Yeah... Yeah it is."
Ginny blushed when she felt his eyes on her, suddenly thinking how cold he must be with only his boxers and a tight t-shirt - her mind on what lay underneath the fabric. The couple sat in perfect silence, appreciating the view and secretly, one an-others company.
"I wish you... were like this more often." She sighed whilst tuning to look at his puzzled face. Feeling mildly hurt and confused, Blaise frowned at her.
"What do you mean 'like this more often'? Like what?" He enquired, scooting a little closer to her. It seemed Ginny didn't notice - or mind his closeness, she just smiled at his confusion.
"What I meant was, you seem... well, much kinder when you're not around Malfoy. More, normal... I just wish you'd be like that all the time and not something you aren't."
"How do you know that's not the real me? I AM in Slytherin after all." He questioned raising a penetrating eyebrow. Ginny bit her lip apprehensively; she hoped he wasn't just another carbon copy of Malfoy.
"Well.... The Blaise I see roaming the corridors never smiles or talks too much, but the Blaise here with me seems cheerful and contented - you seem free."
Blaise quirked a stupefied eyebrow, she had him sussed in under 5 minutes of meeting him properly. Ginny laughed charmingly when he gave her an impressed look, men weren't that hard to figure out, well.... Not all of them were. .
"I'm not that bad when I'm with Draco" he argued back, returning to the prior convo. Ginny threw him a sceptical look.
"Blaise, just yesterday Draco insulted me about my 'Weasley hair' and you agreed with him! Then to make matters worse, you joined in his taunting!"
Blaise was about to argue but stopped when he remembered, she was right. 'Oh God I did.' He told himself.
So far he'd kept his fascination about her to himself, because If Draco found out about this then he'd never let Blaise live it down. Nevertheless, how would he tell Ginny this? Ginny looked away back at the water leaving the boy alone with his thoughts.
Blaise stared at her face, the hurt seen in her eyes yesterday returning. 'She's even more beautiful up close.' He thought, trying to ignore the wounded look on her façade. He'd never felt this way about anybody, how he'd first come across powerful feelings such as these he didn't know, but he knew that he cared about her immensely, and didn't want to chop off the hand of friendship she was handing to him.
"I'm sorry Ginny," he whispered truthfully, the words sounding bittersweet. Ginny glanced at him, had she just heard him right?
"Pardon?" she asked, astounded that one of the most powerful - not to mention sexiest - Slytherin boys had spoke such thoughtful words. Blaise slouched his shoulders and turned his face to look at her shocked one.
"I'm sorry Ginny." He repeated softly, staring profoundly into her eyes - into her.
Ginny smiled at him - a true smile, a friendly smile. Blaise gasped inwardly as she shuffled along the wall so they were right next to each other. 'I'll have to remember to be nice to her in the future.' He thought as she tore her eyes away from his to look once more at the lake.
"So... What were you thinking about?" solicited Blaise, inquisitiveness getting the better of him. Ginny gave a short laugh and opened her mouth to speak, until an angry thundering voice, which was unmistakably the hunting cry of Filch sounded outside the main tower doors.
"Shit!" she cursed loudly, remembering their most recent meeting.
"MISS WEASLEY I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE. I SAW YOU SNEAKING PAST THE LIBRARY!" came filches angry roar.
"Quick!" Blaise said excitedly, grabbing Ginny by the hand and dragging her to the small wooden table that was used for reading. He picked up a beautiful silky cloak that undoubtedly was an Invisibility cloak. Ginny had moments to marvel at it before Blaise pulled her to the corner and wrapped it around the both of them.
Ginny stepped in closer to him and leaned against his chest, placing her arms around his waist as though she snuggled up to notorious Slytherin boys on a regular basis. Blaise had to suppress a groan rising in his throat due to her chest resting against his. She cuddled him close, shaking with excitement and nervousness. Blaise wrapped his arms around her as he'd often done in his dreams and held his breath; just being around her had intoxicated him.
"GOTCHA!" Filch burst the door open with his foot and cursed loudly as Ginny was not there.
"Damn - DAMN!" he cursed, feeling like a right fool. "Come along my sweet" he cooed to Mrs Norris. Her red eyes were staring straight at the worried teenagers, Blaise narrowed his eyes at the cat and as if seeing them in a completely new light ran out the door after her master.
"Phew!" breathed a flushed Ginny, "That was close." Blaise reluctantly let go of her and let her slip out of the cloak.
"Where did you get such a beautiful cloak?" she asked marvelling at the quality of the garment.
Blaise smiled smugly at her appreciation of his treasured weapon. He often used it to sneak into Hogwarts dark under belly in the dead of night, or on some occasions out of Hogwarts and down to the three broomsticks.
"It was my big brothers. He passed it onto me after he got married. And now I use it to sneak up to here when I can."
Ginny smiled another dazzling smile at him, 'I wish I had one' she thought longingly, stroking the cloak as though it were a pretty creature of some sort. Blaise grinned happily as she caressed the silky material, finally feeling on top of the world.
"Well... I should be going now, I'll be expelled if I'm caught out of bed again." She said suddenly, laughing uneasily at the silence. She felt herself blush at his smile; this boy she normally knew to be spiteful and cruel was really a nice person, plus he was handsome! She bit her lip modestly, thinking sinister thoughts.
"Goodnight Blaise." Ginny said gently, her eyes flickering to his 6 pack for a moment. She gave him a joyful lop-sided grin before turning toward the door.
"Wait," He called out suddenly. Ginny spun around and gave him a probing look. Blaise marvelled at how gracefully she moved when she walked, plus how cute her arse was.
"Take my cloak, you're already in enough trouble as it is." He said reassuringly, holding the shimmering cloak out to her. The redhead goggled her mouth in surprise, nobody at Hogwarts had ever leant her anything before.
"Go on take it." He chuckled at her apprehensive expression.
"Are you sure?" She enquired, taking the cloak from awkwardly from him and hugging it to her chest.
"Yes, I'm positive," He replied giving her a confident smile to show he was sincere. Ginny wanted to hug him, but thought better of it, she wasn't too sure if it'd just stop at a hug if she did so. Smiling warmly, Ginny donned the cloak.
"Wait before you go," he reached in his pocket and drew out a beautiful eagle quill.
"You, err... left this here on Monday." He said, slightly self-conscious, handing her the quill. His muscles flexed absently as he did this action and Ginny felt her tongue melt. To her Blaise was so... perfect. Nice personality - when he wasn't with Draco, handsome features, amazing body, polite, sincere. She shook away particular ominous thoughts as she thought of his six-pack.
"You weren't up here on Monday though..." She started, pausing curiously as he bit his lip and looked away over her head at the roof. It seemed Blaise tended to use this cloak most of the time, after all being invisible had many advantages.
"Okay - " she gave an embarrassed laugh. "Thank-you Blaise." He looked back into her, his golden eyes connecting with hers.
"'S Okay" he mumbled feeling himself redden a little. 'Why am I so withdrawn around her? I've waited to talk to her for months.'
"Goodnight." She said sweetly unintentionally hooding her eyes amorously. Blaise swallowed - hard. "Goodnight Ginny." Ginny pulled the cloak over her head and the invisible redhead gave him and his six-pack one last glance before opening the door and returning to her dorm. Tonight she'd found something she never had; a true friend.
"Maybe I'm not alone after all." she whispered as she closed the glass doors, glancing back thoughtfully at Blaise before rounding the corner.
*Present *
Blaise stared out into the awakening world. It was now 7.00 a.m. and he'd had no sleep, his eyes were heavy with fatigue from the nights events. The sun was rising steadily into the sky pouring its warming rays onto the earth.
He'd always remembered that night, and the others that followed. Blaise would meet Ginny every night in secret, to talk about the world and the events that'd occurred during the day. He loved her down to earth nature, and she his caring advice and witty out look on life, and over the future months before graduation they'd formed a close relationship. However, neither of them knew what this relationship was purely based on....
On the night of the G. ball, Blaise felt as though his heart had been broken when he saw her wrapped lovingly in the arms of Draco, DRACO! - The guy she ranted about repeatedly, not a night went by without Ginny complaining about the blonde boy - his Best friend, who on some occasions Blaise found himself sticking up for when Ginny went that little bit to far. Of course he regretted that now.
2 nights before the ball, Blaise admitted to Draco that he was crazy about her. That - he realised - was his biggest mistake. How was someone as vindictive as Draco to understand how he felt? To his complete and utter disgust - but not surprise - Draco had laughed & furthermore criticised him endlessly for ages about the Weasley's and her love of Potter before asking why.
Blaise had gone into immense detail about the redhead for 20 minutes, without a snide remark or interruption from Draco. He remembered the look on his best friends face as he described how wonderful she was; he left out the part that he'd been meeting with her as he didn't want to be interrogated or teased anymore by his 'friend.'
"That slimy git Draco," he whispered savagely as he changed his robes from black to navy blue.
"I'll be sure to have a little fun with the dragon when I find him." He hissed, smirking wickedly whilst transfigurating his deatheater mask and placing it in his pocket.
"Excuse me sir!" shouted a voice somewhere around his knees. He looked down to see his house-elf Tuppence staring at him with huge blue innocent eyes. He never hit or got too angry with his elf, as she was one of his most trusted accomplices.
"Yes?" he asked the creature rather impatiently.
"Begging your pardon sir, but I has prepared your luggage for you sir." The elf squeaked pointed at a black suitcase in the middle of the floor. "I put your broomstick and cauldron in their too sir in-case sir needed them."
"Oh, thanks." He mumbled whilst picking it up.
"When he wakes, tell my father that I'm away on business, but will be in touch soon." The house elf nodded its head vigorously causing its huge ears to flap comically around its head.
"Yes sir, Tuppence will sure to tell Master Zabini, as soon as he wakes sir." Blaise smiled at the creature, unable to see how some families could abuse such smart creatures. "Good elf, see you soon."
With his suitcase packed, Blaise disapparated in search of a silver eyed dragon and his goddess..
A/N: Thanks for reading chapter 2. Chapter 3 will probs be on soon as it is already written, but it is being tweaked with at the mo. Any incite is appreciated, Remember people review, review and review!
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