BEHIND LOCKED DOORS
WARNING: Rated R for profanity and homosexual relations of the incestuous kind. But this is actually a story with a plot, not smutty homosexual porn. Flames only keep me warm in winter.
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Chapter Fourteen: Bad times for Blaise
Pansy and Draco did not sit with each other at breakfast. Pansy was still supposed to be Blaise's girlfriend so she was sitting next to him, a few seats down from Draco. Occasionally, she caught Draco's eye and winked slyly. Suddenly, she shut her eyes as if she were concentrating on something. A surprised yelp made her open her eyes. Blaise, who was sitting next to her, hurriedly bent forward, a hint of red showing in his olive skin.
"Something the matter, sweetie?" Pansy asked in a saccharine tone, turning towards him. Blaise shook his head obviously lying and Draco bit his lower lip in order to conceal his amusement. The spell's timing was spot-on. Blaise shook his head, cheeks going even redder.
"No. Just bit my tongue." He managed to squeak out. Pansy nodded mock-knowingly and Draco barely managed to smother a snort of laughter as he got up to leave for Transfiguration with Crabbe and Goyle. He stood for a moment, wanting to see what would happen to Blaise. Pansy caught his eye and a positively evil smirk stretched across her full lips as he gave her the tiniest of nods.
"Sweetie! Are you sure you feel alright?" She asked Blaise again, leaning over towards him. One of her small hands stroked across his thigh and Blaise let out a noise that was between a moan and a strangled cry as he stood up and bolted out of the Great Hall, slightly bent to conceal an obvious erection underneath his pants and robes. People turned around to stare at the sudden commotion and those who were close enough to see the problem burst into laughter.
"Touch of the morning wood eh, Blaise?" Lucas Nott yelled loud enough for everybody to hear. The laughter seemed to become even louder.
"Oh Merlin, that's disgusting!" Screamed Cho Chang, a seventh-year Ravenclaw.
"It's not very big, is it?" Draco said in a loud, clear voice as Blaise disappeared down the dungeon steps. The laughter continued until McGonagall and Snape took it into their hands to calm down everybody and make them go to their classes. Pansy quickly caught up with Draco.
"That was short." She commented, falling into step next to him. "Hilarious, but short. It's a pity we won't see that again." Draco suddenly laughed out loud. "What? What's so funny?" She demanded, one eyebrow raised. Draco laughed for a little longer before finally answering.
"You're wrong, my dear." He managed to say inbetween his laughs. "Blaise may be able to work off his little problem, but the magic is still in his system. Once he thinks the problem is gone, the magic will re-effect his body in exactly fifteen minutes and we will be having a lot of fun pointing and mocking him. Plus, it doesn't matter how many times he gets rid of it, the magic stays in his system for the next thirty-six hours. Didn't you read the fine print on this spell, Pansy?" But Pansy was laughing too much to answer as they entered the Transfiguration classroom.
"Good morning, class." Professor McGonagall said in her crisp, clear voice. Draco grinned as he slid into a seat next to Adrian MacNair. Blaise rushed in two minutes later, very red under his olive complexion and a rather scattered look to his self. Several people turned to stare and snicker at him as he sat down next to Lucas Nott. McGonagall raised an eyebrow at him, obviously unimpressed at his late arrival.
"Now that we are all here, I shall be able to inform you all of today's task." She motioned towards the mice on their desks. "Now, obviously, you have yet to learn how to transfigure non-living items into living items and vice versa, this will be covered in your final year, and only if you are a highly advanced student. So today, we shall concentrate on a complicated level of creature transfiguration. We are going to transfigure our mice into cats. This is done by waving your wand like so" She paused to give her wand a complex wave and a sharp flick "You must then say Morphus Felinus! Do not forget to say it loud and clear."
Soon, the entire class was absorbed in their mice. Lucas Nott, who was known for being one of the brainier Slytherins, got it on the first try and was soon ceaselessly swapping back and forth between cat and mouse. Pansy appeared to be having a little trouble, as her mouse had transfigured into a mouse-sized cat. Goyle, well, he had somehow managed to transfigure his poor mouse into an animal that had the body of a tortoise but a cat's head and a mouse's tail.
Everything seemed to be going quite well, until a yelp and a revolted yell interrupted the class.
"Oh Merlin! That is absolutely disgusting!" Yelled Lucas Nott. Everyone turned in his direction. Lucas had a look of pure revulsion on his face and was sitting as far away from Blaise as he possibly could. Blaise was slumped low in his chair, looking like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
"What's disgusting?" Draco asked, loud enough for everybody to hear. His cold eyes were fixed on Blaise and a cruel smile was stretched across his mouth.
"That…that *faggot* sitting next to me has gotten a boner right in the middle of class!" Lucas yelled. The whole class burst into laughter and McGonagall raised her eyebrows as she made her way over to Blaise, who slumped even lower in his seat.
"An explanation, Mr. Zabini?" She folded her arms, staring at him over the top of her glasses very sternly. However, the entire class noticed the twitch at the left corner of her mouth, a classic sign that she was as amused as the rest of them.
"I…I…" Blaise was tomato-red and staring fixedly at the graffiti on his desk. "It…it just appeared out of nowhere, Professor." He muttered. Those who were close enough to hear him laughed even harder. McGonagall just frowned at him and pointed towards the door. He left quickly, hunched over and bright red with humiliation.
But the bad day had only begun for Blaise. His 'problem,' as Draco referred to it, was relieved only temporarily before re-appearing in the middle of Potions. For the first, and only time in his life, Draco was ecstatic to have a class with the Gryffindors, who shed even more light onto Blaise when, in the middle of mixing an Insomnia Potion, a squeal of pain echoed through the dungeons. When everybody turned towards the problem, Blaise was curled up on the ground, hands clutching between his legs. His eyes were watering and his face was, once more, tomato-red. Professor Snape was immediately onto the criminal, a furious and embarrassed Pavarti Patil.
"Miss Patil, what is the meaning of this?" Professor Snape roared, attempting to help Blaise to his feet. Unfortunately, that meant Blaise had to move his hands, and the room went into an uproar. There were screams of laughter and shock from both the Gryffindors and the Slytherins.
"It's his fault." Pavarti snapped, glaring at the exotic Slytherin, who was obviously in great pain. "I was just trying to get the potion done when I felt something poke me in the leg. I looked and saw exactly what had poked me, so my first reaction was to knee it away from me." Blaise turned white at the recent memory and the whole class laughed even harder. Snape, however, silenced them all with a steely gaze.
"20 points from Gryffindor for assaulting a student." He said coldly before turning back to Blaise, who was still bent double. "Is what Miss Patil said true, Mr. Zabini?"
"Yes, sir." Blaise answered in a voice that was at least eight octaves too high. The class laughed again, though not as loud this time. "But I didn't do it on purpose. It…it just appeared out of nowhere?"
"Again?" Draco yelled loud enough for everybody to hear. "Are you going for a record or something, Blaise? This is your third one today!" The laughter became even louder and Blaise looked like he was about to start crying. Even the sour-faced Professor Snape was desperately trying not to laugh at the unfortunate Blaise. He was aware of what was happening to Blaise, after all, Lucius had given him a brief of what Draco had said that morning Draco had awoken after his supposed suicide attempt.
"Of course you may research hexes." He had told Pansy and Draco when they came to him. "I know why you are using them though." They had paled at this until a cruel smile stretched his thin lips. "And personally, I think that you are both doing a very Slytherin thing. We all know just that revenge is a dish best served in the most underhanded way, especially to an unfaithful spouse."
"Fifteen points from Slytherin for harassing a student and detention with me tomorrow night at six-thirty sharp." Snape said coolly. All the Gryffindors laughed behind their hands along with a few of the Slytherins that weren't giving Blaise death stares for forcing Snape to confiscate points. Blaise sent Snape a sulky look from his position on the floor.
"Oh, do get up, Mr, Zabini and stop your exaggerating. The pain couldn't be that bad. Miss Patil is barely half your size." Blaise got to his feet very, very slowly, one hand still over his crotch. Barely audible snickers ran through the class before they lapsed back into silence and went back to working on their potions. Well, everybody except Blaise, who, after being granted permission, hobbled very slowly out of the classroom to the Hospital Wing. Draco and Pansy looked up as Blaise hobbled out and they caught each other's eyes. Sly grins stretched across their faces as the bell went for the end of class.
"You have Care of Magical Creatures now, right?" Draco asked as they left. Pansy nodded, then opened her mouth as if she were about to say something before shutting it just as quickly. "What?" Draco asked, looking at her.
"I was just thinking…" She chose her words carefully, deliberately. "Do you think today was enough to pay back Blaise for hurting the both of us…or do you think we should continue to make his life a living nightmare a little bit longer?" Draco raised a pale eyebrow, a smirk turning up the corners of his mouth.
"Now exactly what do you think I would be saying to that, my dear Pansy?" His voice was innocent but the fire in his eyes as well as the almost-evil expression on his face gave her the answer she knew she would find.
"Maybe we could muck up his detention a little." Pansy's voice had a dreamy, thoughtful quality to it as they exited onto the schoolgrounds. "I know from experience that Professor Snape likes to give people jobs that only a house-elf would enjoy, such as cleaning out all the dirty cauldrons with toothbrushes or making really pointless potions. Maybe if we follow him, we could hide somewhere and jinx whatever it is he has to do." Draco's tiny smirk widened.
"I couldn't have thought up a better idea myself. Very well, Pansy. We'll go to the Potions Class at six-twenty-five and that will give us just enough time to hide from Blaise. Just one thing though, how do we get past Snape?" Pansy shrugged.
"Well you obviously wouldn't know because he's never given you a detention, but Snape doesn't stay in the room. Once he's told you what to do, he leaves and doesn't come back for a few hours."
"Then it's settled." Draco said as they began to separate so she could go to class and he could have a cigarette, though, this time, he would be a lot more careful not to get caught. "Six-twenty-five sharp we'll be there."
Neither one of them had noticed the old, ugly house-elf that had been spying on them the whole time and had heard every word of their conversation.
"Oh, master is going to be happy with Kreacher!" It cackled, rubbing its gnarled, brown hands together. "Kreacher has done very good for master for the last week, not getting caught while spying! Kreacher is being such a wonderful servant…" With a snap of its gnarled little fingers, the house-elf vanished into thin air.