Title: What You Don't Know, Can't Hurt
Summary: Blaise asks an owed favor and Draco complies. What Draco doesn't know is that Blaise's intentions for a certain girl will end up being the girl Draco wants for himself. Will conflicts arise? You betcha!
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter and Co.
A/N: Wow, I love you guys for your wonderful reviews! About the 'blaze thing' well it had to do with Hermione's perception of what she heard. I mean, she obviously won't put two and two together, now would she? To her, it sounded like blaze and that's how I wrote it. So no more confusion on that, I hope. And about Draco's mom, you can wonder all you want but I won't say till the right time comes.
One more thing, I'm sorry for the shortness of the chapters but it's just how I wanted to keep it because I got other stories to work on as well. Actually I should be posting the next chapter for Expect the Unexpected but instead I'm here, posting this one. All because of your encouraging reviews! Keep them coming, thanks!
Chapter 3: Asking for Advice
By night fall, the majority of the wizards and witches have gone back to their homes. Very few stores remained open at this hour. One of them was the Leaky Cauldron, the Inn, where two men stepped out from. They walked down the road until they came across a small fork. Once the two suspicious looking men in black cloaks walked down a narrow passage way of Diagon Alley, the gate way leading to Knockturn Alley, they came to a stop. The two of them slipped off their hoods and the first one with bright green eyes glared down at the other pair of clear blue ones.
"This is what you called me to go check out!" The first yelled. "She's a bloody muggle."
"You figure?" The other rolled his eyes. "I hoped you'd see things differently, Adams."
"I'm not exactly a freaking fan of muggle witches, you know so give me some slack." He replied. "Anyways, to the point of this stupid stalking—"
"We we're not stalking." The other interrupted.
"You're absolutely right, Zabini. Because you were stalking her, not me."
Blaise rolled his eyes once again and doubted his friend. Why had he brought him here? Did he expect better co-operation than Draco? Blaise looked over at Douglas Adams. His parents, like Blaise's, may have turned their sides on the Dark Lord before the final war but he didn't expect this hatred for muggles to still exist in Douglas. A life time of anti-muggle drilled in his brains must have altered his mentality forever. Well not Blaise. He had always considered muggle-born witches and wizards his equal and was sort of thankful his parents betrayed Lord Voldemort.
"Okay, I didn't imagine you to cheer me on or anything but I was expecting a bit of support on your end." Blaise replied.
Douglas began to laugh, a long loud laugh. He flipped his hood back on and began to walk off to Borgin and Burkes.
"What's so funny?" Blaise asked, following right behind him.
"Because she's mudblood!" Douglas replied as he looked over his shoulder.
Blaise hated that word that was used for muggle witches and wizards but couldn't really stop his friends from ever saying it. He had more patience when Draco said it but when it came to Douglas, he couldn't stand to hear it. "Don't call her that man. I just thought you'd be a bit more supportive and give me some advice on how to get her. And where are you going?"
"Listen, I'm not going to help you get a muggle girl. I don't think she's right for you. I never did and never will and I was hoping this shop will get your mind off her." Douglas replied irritated. His green eyes blazed with a sparks of fire. Blaise shook his head disappointedly and silently followed his friend into Borgin and Burkes.
The two of them hadn't spoken to each other as they looked around the shop. Blaise stared at a pair of evil-looking masks and gave a shudder. It definitely reminded him of Voldemort which also reminded him of the other creepy looking thing next to the masks. It was a skeletal withered looking human hand. It looked like something he wanted to reach out and touch. He felt like he was in a trance. Should he touch this ugly thing?
"The Hand of Glory, would you like to look at it better?" Mr. Borgin asked Blaise behind the register desk. The man's voice surprised Blaise, taking him out of the strange trance. He turned half way to stare at the weird looking man. Blaise remembered him from the Malfoy dinner party a few years ago. Personally, Blaise would never care to step into a place like this and he simply shook his head to answer the man. The hand was in a clear glass and Blaise wanted it to stay that way. When the shop keeper turned back into his small office disappointed, Blaise looked around for Douglas who seemed to have disappeared.
The moment Blaise turned around in search for his friend, a pair of cards dripping in fresh blood appeared in his face and he stepped back. "What the hell!"
"Blood-stained Cards, cool eh?" Douglas stated coming out of the shadows.
"Definitely not cool, Doug." He replied as he pushed Douglas's hand.
"You're no fun man, why didn't you bring Draco?" He said dejectedly as he placed the cards on a purple looking cushion.
"Maybe because that would have ruined a perfectly good chance in seeing Hermione."
"Ewww, you know her name too? Damn, you probably know her schedule and what she eats for breakfast, lunch and dinner too." Douglas scorned and began to look around the other side of the shop. "Are you in fucking love with her?"
"No!" Blaise replied. "And for your information I don't know her schedule or what she eats. I just found out she works on Thursday's."
"Whatever man. You're just sick. Do you have fever or maybe you ate the wrong thing?" Douglas asked as he picked up a starring glass eye and bounced it in his hand while looking back at Blaise.
"No, I'm not sick."
"Why didn't you just let Draco in on this? I mean, why me?"
"I thought you'd understand better."
"Dear Drake wouldn't understand?" Douglas asked in whiny tone. "But I could have sworn you two were like the best buddies in the world. What would he think if you kept something like this from him?"
"He hates Hermione. Something like this is best kept from him."
Douglas rolled his eyes and placed the eye back down on the counter and walked out of the store with Blaise at his tail. "What did you want me to do anyways?"
After Blaise caught up with him he replied, "Tell me how to get her. You're better with girls then me."
"Me? Are you fucking insane? I only fuck sluts and Granger is no slut. She's a freaking prude and she has this attitude problem. I don't even see why you fancy her." Douglas said. Then looked at Blaise who had no response. "Man, if you want her so bad ask Draco to help you. He knows this kind of shit."
Blaise thought about it for a few minutes as they walked back into Diagon Alley. Should he ask Draco's opinion and advice? Well, Draco did after all owe him a huge favor for staying with him at his manor while his parents were out. He deserved a returned favor, did he not?
"Okay." Blaise decided. "But don't tell a soul that I like Hermione." He threatened Douglas while staring at him dead in the eyes to make it clear he wasn't playing around.
Douglas placed his hand to his chest and said, "Me? Tell the entire world about your fetishes for a certain muggle witch? Never!"
A/N: Short, I know. Don't chase me with those scissors, please! I'm just trying to get a few things out and this chapter clears out a few things.
1. It was Douglas and Blaise that were in the Inn.
2. Blaise has feelings for Hermione. Isn't she just the luckiest girl? lol
3. Douglas and Blaise's parent's went against the dark side at the very last moment before the final war. In the coming chapters, it will explain a bit more on that.
4. Blaise is lenient with muggle-borns but Douglas is not.
Douglas Adams is a character that I made up. Don't think I created him to confuse you or stray you from the other characters. I did it because I need him sometimes, you'll see why later on so don't worry too much about this strange guy, lol. He's not going to be around a lot.
Any other questions? Feel free to ask.