Punk is Dead
AKA: Glamour Lust: The Prequel
Author: Dimitri Aidan and Aloysha, because I'm punk like the sky is green…
Rating: Pg-13 ish
Pairings: Harry/Blaise and Dean/Seamus, with some Remus/Snape, Hermione/Percy, Ginny/Neville, and one-sided Ron/Draco.
Summery: Blaise always gets what he wants and what he wants now is Harry Potter. Unfortunately he's just a little bit over his head…
Warnings: Homophobia, violence, language, Boys in Makeup, slightly insane Harry, a little Pureblood angst, sarcasm, and slightly dark humor because…I have a really fucked up sense of humor.
Notes: I'm out of school and now the muses are allowed to roam free! I pity you folks…
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Chapter One
You're Cynical and Beautiful
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"I hate you."
His mother looked over at him, brown eyes sparkling with badly contained amusement. "Of course you do dear. Are you finished packing?"
"No, I'm bloody well not. I told you, I'm not going."
Hogwarts was where he wasn't going. He being Blaise Zabini, cousin to Draco Malfoy, pureblood, and all around foul mouthed pain in the arse, to hear his father tell it. Not that he told it any differently. Blaise liked to think of himself as very realistic and didn't see the point in lying about what an honest to God prat he was.
Anyway, back to the subject at hand. There was no way in hell he was going to Hogwarts this year and that was final so his mother was fighting a losing battle. Once his mind was made up there was simply no changing it.
The War had been won by the side of the light over the summer, July 31st to be exact in the day Voldemort finally keeled over, and all was bright and happy and fucking rainbows and goddamn puppies and kittens. Everyone was frolicking and rejoicing and there was much joy all throughout the Magical World, for the big bad evil man had been defeated by a green-eyed boy with a hero complex deeper than the Atlantic Ocean.
All the Death Eaters went to jail, all those on the side of light got awards and so on and so forth.
Safe to say Blaise wasn't exactly jumping for joy at this point. Not because he'd been some kind of Voldemort supporter or his parents had been Death Eaters or something of that nature. No, Blaise was upset because of the exact opposite. Halfway through his sixth year his parents had told him they were working for Dumbledore, along with his aunt Narcissa Black. Now that the War was over and all of the 'heroes' had been awarded it was 'official' that his parents had 'turned their backs on purebloods' and worked for the side of light.
Which seemed like a good thing right up until the fact that he had to share a dorm house with the children of a good chunk of those people currently in jail or awaiting trial. Where they had once worshipped the ground he and his cousin Draco had walked upon, they were probably going to try to kick the living hell out of them.
While all were too young to have been associated with Voldemort directly more than a handful had planned to join the 'war effort' once they graduated and even those that hadn't had supported his ideals. And even if they hadn't they still weren't going to take kindly to Blaise's parents helping to lock their parents up, no matter how you looked at it.
Blaise didn't fancy having every Slytherin in Hogwarts trying to kill him. He's had more than his share of near death experiences during the summer when a 'skirmish' had broken out at Malfoy Manor, due to his aunt's open opposition to Voldemort, her husband, and the Death Eaters and he'd somehow got caught up in the middle.
While Blaise could throw a forbidden curse with the best of them he was still in school and learning how to wield his magic so it hadn't been his most sparkling moment of achievement. The only thing that had kept him for running away and hiding was his pride.
Damn pride…
"You have to go to school." His mother was saying. She reached out and brushed his cheek with the back of her hand, pushing his hair back behind his ear. "You can't let those kids scare you off with a few little letters."
"Letters! Mum, they're sending death threats!"
"Dumbledore has assured me that you and Draco will be protected no matter what."
"I don't care what the hell that batty old codger promised you!" He felt like grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her senseless but God had seen fit to make her a good seven centimeters taller than he was, not to mention a good bit heavier. "He's…you…all of you! Insane! You…and…the death of me, the two of you, I swear."
His mother smiled at him in that amused way people always did when their kids had descended into hysterical insanity. …Well, it may have just been his parents. He couldn't really say, not really having dealt with many people's parents in his lifetime. He scowled at her, far form appreciating the condescending expression.
Ugh. Parents.
"I'm not going."
"Blaise, are you really going to let them scare you off?"
"Yes."
She sighed and shook her head. "I understand it's frightening for you but Hogwarts is the safest place in Europe and you know that. Besides, if your father and I can risk Voldemort's anger and the Death Eaters to make sure you grow up safe and untouched by the prejudices of some of the Pure Blood families I think you can stand up to a few spiteful teenagers."
He crossed his arms over his chest and sun low in his chair. "Don't try to guilt trip me Mum, it won't work. I'm really not going. I bruise so easily."
"You'll be a better person for it." She said, smiling again. "Trust me Blaise, it's for the best. You need your education and you need to learn to stand up to these people. I thought you were so 'punk rock', how're you going to let these kids scare you off?"
He scowled at her. "Punk is dead Mum." And he'd be that way soon if she kept trying to push this. He admired her optimism but he knew he wouldn't come out of this unscathed; it just wasn't possible.
She chuckled then leaned over and placed a kiss on his forehead. "You'll see Blaise, it'll work out for the best. Finish packing okay? The house elves will be done with dinner soon and you need to be up bright and early to catch the train."
He sighed. Damn her and her…accursed Motherly affection and abilities. "Yes Mum."
She left then and he stood to begin packing his stuff away in his trunk. It wasn't that he was a coward or anything like that, because he wasn't. He just had the common sense to know a bad situation when he saw it and this went beyond a bad situation.
More than that he just knew, knew, that certain things he'd done his best to keep away from everyone except those he'd foolishly considered his friends was going to come pouring out. He gave it a week before all of Hogwarts knew he was queer and, without Crabbe and Goyle to fight off any potential bullies, two weeks before someone was kind enough to express their 'opinion' of it.
He was so buggered.
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"Couldn't convince your mum either?" Was the first thing his cousin said to him when he slunk into the compartment Draco was in. He glared at the blond who smiled back. "Don't get mad at me, it sure as hell isn't my fault."
"I know." He sat next to Draco and stretched his legs out so his feet were in the seat across from him. He sincerely doubted anyone was going to try and sit with them. It had come readily apparent, in the flurry of death threats and such, that Draco was about the only person he could trust. "So what are we doing?"
"Lying low I guess. Just try to steer clear of…everyone in Slytherin as much as possible." The blond shrugged then sat back in his seat. "What else can we do, really?"
"Suicide seems like a good option."
Draco snorted then, after a brief pause, met Blaise's eyes. "You know that…no matter what happens I'm always here when you need me, don't you?"
Blair stared at his cousin, who really wasn't much for emotional displays or confessions, while allowing the words to sink in. He whimpered and put a hand over his eyes.
"We're going to die aren't we?"
"I love you too."
"I know."
Draco had been Blaise's best friend since…well, birth to be perfectly honest. They had other family of course but they were so close in age and their mothers so close to each other that they'd simply grown up side by side. Their fathers were brothers, though Blaise's father had little to do with his older brother if he could manage to avoid it. They looked nothing alike, Draco taking after his mother and Blaise taking after his mother.
Draco was taller, occasionally had a tan, and was the more muscular of the two, though still very lean, from playing Quidditch. He had his mothers nearly white hair, which had grown a considerable amount over the summer and the gray-blue eyes that seemed to be a staple of those descended from the Black Family line.
Blaise was small and had been his entire life, so much so that he'd been subject to a lot of illness and 'complications' in his youth. He had his father's blue-violet eyes and that was about all he'd inherited from the man. His hair was an insufferably curly dark brown mass and he was pale enough to border on translucent.
Psychical difference aside they were a lot alike. Only children, ridiculously spoiled and pampered by their parents, sarcastic to the point of being annoying, manipulative when needed, and just a little bit cynical as of late. A lot of people judged them by name only and assumed them to be selfish brats and, while that was certainly true to an extent, they weren't nearly as shallow and self-centered as people thought.
Not really anyway.
Blaise sighed and began to fiddle with the chain hanging from his belt loops. The metal was cool to the touch and light, being a very thin chain. He twisted it around his fingers slowly and then began to unwrap it while worrying his bottom lip anxiously.
The train was moving and Hogwarts was a few hours away. On the upside Christmas was only a couple of months away and then they'd be able to escape for a week or so. He couldn't help but want to smile at the oddness of looking forward to Christmas break before school had even truly begun.
He jerked to attention as the door of the compartment slid open. Draco sat up straight and put a hand on Blaise's shoulder, as if trying to keep him from sitting up. It was far from necessary, as Blaise had no intention of moving if he could avoid it.
Standing in the doorway were Pansy, Goyle, and Crabbe. Each looked even more unpleasant than the last. The dangers of incest exposed…
"Just who we were looking for." Pansy sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. Goyle and Crabbe stood behind her as they had always done for Draco before and Blaise could only assume they'd found a new leader for them. Neither was the sharpest tool in the shed and without someone telling them what to do they'd probably stand around looking confused all of the time.
Not that they didn't stand around looking confused even when being told what to do, but in theory having a leader would help. Too bad it had to be Pansy, as she wasn't exactly a beacon of intellect herself, but she was a considerable amount more intelligent than her new lackeys.
"What can we help you with?" Draco asked, voice painfully polite. Draco's almost unnatural calm was an eerie sight to behold. The only things Blaise had ever seen shake his cousin significantly were Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Other things might cause temporary anger or surprise, but only for a few moments.
"Just wanted to tell you to watch your step this year. We wouldn't want you to get hurt, especially not you Blaise. Wouldn't want you to break a nail now would we?"
He shrugged. "Eh. I've got more going for me than my nails Pansy, but thank you for being so concerned about us."
She smiled and Blaise winced internally. He was pretty sure he'd just felt his sperm count drop.
"Of course. I also wanted to tell you that the team has talked and they don't want you on it anymore." This was directed at Draco, since Blaise wasn't one for team sports to begin with. He'd never really played nicely with other children. The impassive mask rippled for a moment and Blaise could see a flicker of rage. It was quickly snuffed though and his cousin simply arched an eyebrow.
"Why's that?"
"Well they don't want you or Blaise looking at them in the shower. I'm sure you can understand."
Blaise, who was known to be crude at the best of times, felt his face heat up. Draco however didn't seem outwardly effected, except that his hand clenched on Blaise's shoulder for a second.
"I don't understand. Blaise isn't on the team and no one has ever had a problem with me in the showers before."
"That was before everyone knew and now that they do they aren't comfortable with people like you being around them." Pansy said this all very slowly, as if she was being forced to explain something simple to a slow child. Blaise would have been angry had he not been somewhere between mortified and embarrassed at the moment. "And Blaise is always hanging around the locker room, visiting you."
Usually to talk to Draco but occasionally in hopes of catching a glimpse of the Gryffindor or Hufflepuff teams, actually. Not that Blaise was a pervert or anything. He'd certainly never hit on anyone or approached anyone in the locker room (not that he'd do it out of the locker room either) but, like some guys liked to ogle scantily glad girls, he liked to look.
Still.
Mortified.
"What makes any of them think I'd be the least bit interested in any of them?" Draco's voice had an edge to it that held the promise of immense pain. It was a tone usually reserved for talk of his father but Blaise couldn't say he was surprised.
Draco loved Quidditch.
"Why, you can't help it of course." Pansy blinked, as if it should have been obvious. "If you could help yourself you wouldn't be buggering other blokes now would you?"
Draco was silent for a moment, clearly weighing something in his mind. Probably the whole 'buggering blokes' thing. While it was true that Draco had, at one point, admitted girls didn't hold much allure to him (and there had been that 'fling' in Australia last year) Blaise was pretty sure he'd never buggered anyone.
Not to his knowledge anyway and he couldn't help but feel that was the sort of thing that Draco would have told him about before he told anyone else.
Finally, with a voice that could have frozen water, Draco spoke. "You want to kick me off of the team because you've convinced the rest of the team that I'm queer."
"No, we want you to quit. When we get to Hogwarts you should go to Snape and tell him that you don't want to be on the team anymore and tell them that I'll be taking over for you." Pansy looked annoying smug as she smoke, as if she'd won some great battle.
"And if I don't?"
"Then no one will play."
Draco's lips pressed into a thin bloodless line and for a long moment Blaise couldn't even breathe, the air was so thick with tension. Finally his cousin let out a breath and shrugged.
"Whatever."
Pansy frowned, looking disappointed. Still, apparently out of ways to torment them for the moment, she turned and pushed past Crabbe and Goyle who, after glaring at them for a moment, followed after her. Once the compartment door had slid back into place Blaise turned and stared up at Draco, knowing that there had to be some kind of blow up following that.
"Dray, are you-"
"I'm fine Blaise." Draco waved a hand dismissively. "It's for the best. I can't very well lay low while leading the Quidditch team you know? Pansy's the next best choice, being the only other Slytherin with two brains cells to attempt to rub together."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'm fine, really." Draco's voice kind of trailed off and he turned to look out of the window. Blaise touched his arm lightly but Draco just brushed it off. "It's not a big deal."
"Liar." Blaise muttered even as he gave up trying to comfort the other teen. Draco really did love Quidditch, in spite of his father's many attempts to suck the fun out of it and use it as a way to turn Draco into the perfect little strategist and general for Voldemort's army.
Draco had been hoping to actually become a professional player after school, much to his mother's dismay. It wasn't like he couldn't do it; Draco was good. Maybe not as good as a certain Gryffindor Golden Child, but he was good nonetheless.
And the Slytherins had taken that from him. It was clear that they were going to make this year hell for them and not just psychically.
He sighed and shut his eyes. It was going to be a long couple of months until Christmas break. Very long.
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