Stop Saying You Love Me
Disclaimer: I don't own anything cept the plot n' the oc =) ya... please RR! Thanks.
I have school and a lot of homework...so I might not be able to update that fast...--' ya. I'll work on this...Mondays n' Wednesdays n' sometimes Saturday n' Sunday...so don't expect me to update really fast. --'
Warning: THIS IS A DARK FIC. IT HAS CHILD ABUSE, RAPE, BEATING AND OTHERS. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE ABOUT THESE THINGS, PLEASE LEAVE NOW. IT IS RATED R.
THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS YOU GUYS GAVE ME =) GIVE HUG TO ALL OF YOU! Thank Lynn Malfoy for Blaise's last name
This is the beta'd version of chapter 2 =D
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I'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all of my childish fears
and if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
because your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone
-- Immortal – Evanescence
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Aug. 31
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In just one day, Harry and Blaise became really good friends for Harry's vulnerable condition made him willing to trust anyone at the moment. And why shouldn't he trust Blaise? The guy took care of him and listened to him. He comforted him after the nightmares and was always so kind to him. Harry had never known that Slytherins could be so--so...nice. Now he was actually beginning to trust one of them—Blaise, and was even starting to let out more of himself to Blaise. And strangely, every time Harry saw Blaise come into his room with lunch or dinner, a fluttery feeling would emerge in his chest. Harry had never really questioned his sexuality, after all—he had liked Cho. That ruled out true homosexuality. But now that Blaise was here... Harry couldn't understand. Maybe he was bi? Yeah... probably.
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Sept. 1
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They took the bus to King's Cross and passed through the barrier and onto the Hogwarts Express. They chose an empty compartment and locked the door, making sure neither Ron nor the twins could come in for revenge. The two males leaned against each other, Harry sleeping and Blaise daydreaming. A few moments ago, Blaise had just asked him to go out with him on the first Hogsmeade weekend, and happily, Harry agreed. Ever since the date with Cho back in fifth year, he had decided that going out was a bad idea. But ever since Blaise-- a Slytherin none the less, asked him, he had decided to give it another try. And actually, he was pretty happy with his choice. Blaise was the proof that not all Slytherins were bad.
Blaise on the other hand, was having evil thoughts. Sure, he had gone a little soft over the vacation, but he was still a Zabini and that was just the way it was.
When Hogwarts finally came into view, the two teens claimed an empty horseless (but not to Harry) carriage and Harry patted the thestral on the neck before going in, whispering a soft, "Hey." For a moment, Blaise looked confused, but he quickly remembered that Harry could see seemingly "invisible" creatures. He sighed; sometimes he felt genuine pity for Harry, but then again, who cared? He smirked and got into the carriage. (I'm giving him a lot of split personalities aren't I?)
"Hey! Harry, hurry up!" Harry patted the thestrals one more time, then went in. 'Hogwarts' Harry thought, 'I'm finally home.' Harry smiled and leaned onto Blaise again.
Harry was having a fairly good time, but upon entering the great hall, he had a problem. Everyone, save Ginny, was glaring at him as if he were a murderer. Inwardly, he sighed. What was he going to do now?
"Hey, let's go sit at my table. Is that okay?" Harry nodded. Blaise understood him so much... The black-haired teen glanced sadly at the Gryffindor table before walking over and sitting down next to Blaise and Pansy. The hissing began immediately. Harry stared shamefully down at his plate, when he felt a warm hand on his back, followed by the reassuring warmth of Blaise's smile. Harry felt himself lighten up slightly and waited for Dumbledore to begin his speech.
While he was waiting, he looked around the Hall. The Hufflepuffs still looked like the nice people they were, with a peaceful face that said, 'This doesn't matter.' On the other hand, the Ravenclaw looked as if they were going to throw their heavy books at him. And Gryffindor-- Harry felt a sharp tinge in his heart. There, only angry faces were staring back at him. True hate and disgust decorated them. 'So much for being loyal...' Harry though bitterly, and turned his gaze to the Slytherins. Strange... from up close, they actually looked pretty nice. They wore peaceful faces and were sitting like rather properly. Some of them even smiled at him.
'Who would have guessed,' Harry thought amusedly, 'that Slytherins are nicer than Gryffindors?' Suddenly, he felt a warm hand on his knee and jumped. "Oh, Blaise!"
"Whacha thinkin' about?" Blaise asked, a little amused by the jump. Harry blushed.
"Oh, nothing important. I don't know why, but your House seems pretty nice now that I look at you."
"Well...just because we act mean doesn't mean we are mean. It's sort of like a mask."
"Hey," a voice suddenly interrupted coldly. "Don't go giving out our secrets, Zabini." It was Draco Malfoy. Harry turned around and saw him. He had always thought Malfoy looked nice, but from this angle, the Silver Prince's beauty looked almost unearthly. His light blond hair and pale skin seemed to glow. And his silver eyes—they even had a shine in them. But there was a look of hatred on his face, though it didn't mar his features a bit. Surprised, Harry saw that it wasn't directed at him, but at Blaise.
Hmmm...
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'STUPID FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! WHAT DOES HE THINK HE'S DOING!?!??!' Draco felt as if he was going INSANE. He had always known that he had harbored a "small" crush on the Boy-Who-Just- Wouldn't-Fucking-Die ever since he saw him at Diagon Alley, but when he offered the guy his hand in friendship, Potter turned it down for WEASLEY! The poor and idiotic WEASLEY! And now Potter was in the clutches of Blaise-who-will-do- anything- for-a-lay-Zabini! 'Just because we act mean, doesn't mean we are mean. 'HA! Zabini was as bad to the core as one could be.' Sure, Slytherins had a notorious reputation for being a tad "mischievous," but Zabini was bad news. Potter was definitely going to get into some serious trouble if he kept up his relationship with Zabini. Potter... with his... emerald eyes— wait! What the hell was that? Draco groaned and buried his head in his hands. This is not my day.
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Harry looked up at Malfoy when as the blond suddenly groaned. 'Wonder what's on his mind.' He was so absorbed by Malfoy that he didn't notice that Dumbledore had already ended his speech and everyone was starting to eat.
"Harry... HARRY!"
"Oh!" Harry looked up to see Blaise looking at him questioningly. Blushing, the teen snuck one last glance at Malfoy before picking up his fork to eat.
Blaise felt anger well up in his chest. Harry-- HIS Harry, he might add, had just been staring at Draco Malfoy. The drool had practically been dripping out of the guy's mouth. 'Stupid Potter--he can't do anything right. Oh well; it's not as if I like him or anything.' Blaise smirked as he recalled his "plans" for Potter. 'Oh this is going to be so much fun. Wonder how long it'll be until he breaks.'
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Silver eyes watched as Blaise smirked while looking at Harry. 'Well, that proves that Zabini is up to something.' Now he had to think of something so that Harr- no, Potter wouldn't get hurt. But he had to do it so that other people wouldn't find out. He groaned again. Being a Slytherin was so—so hard! How was he going to do this? He doubted that Potter would listen to him if he tried warning him-- his name did mean "dragon of bad faith!"
'Stupid name... Just trust Father to think of an evil name.'
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Time flied as the hours swept by. Harry had been chatting happily with Blaise all the while during dinner and now it was time to for bed. A group of Slytherins (Blaise, Pansy, Millicent, Nott, and of course-- Draco) and Harry got up and left, but just when they were half way through the door, a group of Gryffindors (Ron, the twins, Hermione, Seamus, and Dean) stopped them.
"Well, well, well Potter; seems like you really are a Slytherin after all. Are you going to slither back to the hell hole you came from? Cause you should. We aren't letting a murderer like you into the Gryffindor Tower!"
"Ron! Stop it! Why are you like this?" someone cried out. It was Ginny. She seemed breathless, no doubt from running to try and catch up to the two groups.
"Stop it, Ginny. He is a murderer and you know it! Don't let that little crush of yours from third year blind you."
"Ron!"
As the two siblings argued, Harry felt as if someone had just ripped out his heart and hammered a nail into it.
'I guess this is my life now. But it can't be... My friends haven't deserted me... ' he tried to convince himself, his throat burning. His mind couldn't take it anymore.
"Just because he was my friend doesn't mean he is now! He is a murderer—and he's dating a SLYTHERIN. He's such a whore!"
BANG! Both Draco and Blaise drew their wands and knocked Ron down, while the other people began pointing their wands at each other.
Ginny watched the two groups helplessly.
"So now you're saying that a person who dates a Slytherin is a whore, eh? Well I've got news for you boy— you know your girlfriend over there? Granger right? Well, she used to date Nott! Aw... look at that face. You mean she never told you? Hmm... well I guess that makes her a whore too, right? Do you still want to be with her now?" Draco's face was scrunched up in disgust, though the expression did nothing to darken his fine features.
Ron's eyes were wide, and he dazedly turned to look at Hermione. She was looking at the floor, ashamed.
"Liar!" Ron screamed. "How dare you insult Hermione and me like that?!" He got his wand out but was too slow. From every direction, the shout of the disarming charm was aimed at Ron. The other Gryffindors had no chance for a counterattack, for suddenly Snape appeared.
"What is all this noise you are making? Who started it?"
All the Slytherins pointed at Ron.
"Well then, fifty points from Gryffindor for starting a fight and another fifty for starting it on the first day of school! Ten points to Slytherin for protecting yourself and others (which means Harry). Now off to bed or else I dock all your points!" he scowled. And with a swoosh, the professor turned around and left, his robes billowing from under him.
As soon as the man was gone, Ron growled, feeling pissed off for losing 100 points on the first day. "I mean it, Potter. You are going to pay for this. And you better not come to the Gryffindor tower. If you even come near it, I'll curse you." Then he left.
Harry sighed. Now where was he going to sleep?
Suddenly, a hand clamped down on his shoulder warmly.
"Blaise..."
"Come on, Harry. Let's go to Dumbledore and ask him where you can go, okay?" Harry nodded and they left without another word.
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WELL! Here's the next chapter...where will he sleep? o.O ahha...review please! And tell me your thoughts and what you think I should do.
---- Ch 3 preview (A/N above and below are important...please read them...)
"Umm...Harry? Do you know the password?" Blaise asked sheepishly. Harry shook his head.
"Umm...ok...err...Liquorish Wands?" No reaction. "Umm...Chocolate Frogs?" Still no reaction.
"Hnn...Let's try some muggle candies then...umm...jolly ranchers? Starbursts? Warheads? Sodacaps?"
This went on for about 5 minutes until they FINALLY got the password..."LEMON DROP!!" The gargoyle jumped aside. Blaise sighed, "I should have guessed that first." Then they went in and knocked on the door.
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Cassie
Disclaimer: I don't own anything cept the plot n' the oc =) ya... please RR! Thanks.
I have school and a lot of homework...so I might not be able to update that fast...--' ya. I'll work on this...Mondays n' Wednesdays n' sometimes Saturday n' Sunday...so don't expect me to update really fast. --'
Warning: THIS IS A DARK FIC. IT HAS CHILD ABUSE, RAPE, BEATING AND OTHERS. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE ABOUT THESE THINGS, PLEASE LEAVE NOW. IT IS RATED R.
THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS YOU GUYS GAVE ME =) GIVE HUG TO ALL OF YOU! Thank Lynn Malfoy for Blaise's last name
This is the beta'd version of chapter 2 =D
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I'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all of my childish fears
and if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
because your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone
-- Immortal – Evanescence
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Aug. 31
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In just one day, Harry and Blaise became really good friends for Harry's vulnerable condition made him willing to trust anyone at the moment. And why shouldn't he trust Blaise? The guy took care of him and listened to him. He comforted him after the nightmares and was always so kind to him. Harry had never known that Slytherins could be so--so...nice. Now he was actually beginning to trust one of them—Blaise, and was even starting to let out more of himself to Blaise. And strangely, every time Harry saw Blaise come into his room with lunch or dinner, a fluttery feeling would emerge in his chest. Harry had never really questioned his sexuality, after all—he had liked Cho. That ruled out true homosexuality. But now that Blaise was here... Harry couldn't understand. Maybe he was bi? Yeah... probably.
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Sept. 1
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They took the bus to King's Cross and passed through the barrier and onto the Hogwarts Express. They chose an empty compartment and locked the door, making sure neither Ron nor the twins could come in for revenge. The two males leaned against each other, Harry sleeping and Blaise daydreaming. A few moments ago, Blaise had just asked him to go out with him on the first Hogsmeade weekend, and happily, Harry agreed. Ever since the date with Cho back in fifth year, he had decided that going out was a bad idea. But ever since Blaise-- a Slytherin none the less, asked him, he had decided to give it another try. And actually, he was pretty happy with his choice. Blaise was the proof that not all Slytherins were bad.
Blaise on the other hand, was having evil thoughts. Sure, he had gone a little soft over the vacation, but he was still a Zabini and that was just the way it was.
When Hogwarts finally came into view, the two teens claimed an empty horseless (but not to Harry) carriage and Harry patted the thestral on the neck before going in, whispering a soft, "Hey." For a moment, Blaise looked confused, but he quickly remembered that Harry could see seemingly "invisible" creatures. He sighed; sometimes he felt genuine pity for Harry, but then again, who cared? He smirked and got into the carriage. (I'm giving him a lot of split personalities aren't I?)
"Hey! Harry, hurry up!" Harry patted the thestrals one more time, then went in. 'Hogwarts' Harry thought, 'I'm finally home.' Harry smiled and leaned onto Blaise again.
Harry was having a fairly good time, but upon entering the great hall, he had a problem. Everyone, save Ginny, was glaring at him as if he were a murderer. Inwardly, he sighed. What was he going to do now?
"Hey, let's go sit at my table. Is that okay?" Harry nodded. Blaise understood him so much... The black-haired teen glanced sadly at the Gryffindor table before walking over and sitting down next to Blaise and Pansy. The hissing began immediately. Harry stared shamefully down at his plate, when he felt a warm hand on his back, followed by the reassuring warmth of Blaise's smile. Harry felt himself lighten up slightly and waited for Dumbledore to begin his speech.
While he was waiting, he looked around the Hall. The Hufflepuffs still looked like the nice people they were, with a peaceful face that said, 'This doesn't matter.' On the other hand, the Ravenclaw looked as if they were going to throw their heavy books at him. And Gryffindor-- Harry felt a sharp tinge in his heart. There, only angry faces were staring back at him. True hate and disgust decorated them. 'So much for being loyal...' Harry though bitterly, and turned his gaze to the Slytherins. Strange... from up close, they actually looked pretty nice. They wore peaceful faces and were sitting like rather properly. Some of them even smiled at him.
'Who would have guessed,' Harry thought amusedly, 'that Slytherins are nicer than Gryffindors?' Suddenly, he felt a warm hand on his knee and jumped. "Oh, Blaise!"
"Whacha thinkin' about?" Blaise asked, a little amused by the jump. Harry blushed.
"Oh, nothing important. I don't know why, but your House seems pretty nice now that I look at you."
"Well...just because we act mean doesn't mean we are mean. It's sort of like a mask."
"Hey," a voice suddenly interrupted coldly. "Don't go giving out our secrets, Zabini." It was Draco Malfoy. Harry turned around and saw him. He had always thought Malfoy looked nice, but from this angle, the Silver Prince's beauty looked almost unearthly. His light blond hair and pale skin seemed to glow. And his silver eyes—they even had a shine in them. But there was a look of hatred on his face, though it didn't mar his features a bit. Surprised, Harry saw that it wasn't directed at him, but at Blaise.
Hmmm...
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'STUPID FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! WHAT DOES HE THINK HE'S DOING!?!??!' Draco felt as if he was going INSANE. He had always known that he had harbored a "small" crush on the Boy-Who-Just- Wouldn't-Fucking-Die ever since he saw him at Diagon Alley, but when he offered the guy his hand in friendship, Potter turned it down for WEASLEY! The poor and idiotic WEASLEY! And now Potter was in the clutches of Blaise-who-will-do- anything- for-a-lay-Zabini! 'Just because we act mean, doesn't mean we are mean. 'HA! Zabini was as bad to the core as one could be.' Sure, Slytherins had a notorious reputation for being a tad "mischievous," but Zabini was bad news. Potter was definitely going to get into some serious trouble if he kept up his relationship with Zabini. Potter... with his... emerald eyes— wait! What the hell was that? Draco groaned and buried his head in his hands. This is not my day.
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Harry looked up at Malfoy when as the blond suddenly groaned. 'Wonder what's on his mind.' He was so absorbed by Malfoy that he didn't notice that Dumbledore had already ended his speech and everyone was starting to eat.
"Harry... HARRY!"
"Oh!" Harry looked up to see Blaise looking at him questioningly. Blushing, the teen snuck one last glance at Malfoy before picking up his fork to eat.
Blaise felt anger well up in his chest. Harry-- HIS Harry, he might add, had just been staring at Draco Malfoy. The drool had practically been dripping out of the guy's mouth. 'Stupid Potter--he can't do anything right. Oh well; it's not as if I like him or anything.' Blaise smirked as he recalled his "plans" for Potter. 'Oh this is going to be so much fun. Wonder how long it'll be until he breaks.'
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Silver eyes watched as Blaise smirked while looking at Harry. 'Well, that proves that Zabini is up to something.' Now he had to think of something so that Harr- no, Potter wouldn't get hurt. But he had to do it so that other people wouldn't find out. He groaned again. Being a Slytherin was so—so hard! How was he going to do this? He doubted that Potter would listen to him if he tried warning him-- his name did mean "dragon of bad faith!"
'Stupid name... Just trust Father to think of an evil name.'
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Time flied as the hours swept by. Harry had been chatting happily with Blaise all the while during dinner and now it was time to for bed. A group of Slytherins (Blaise, Pansy, Millicent, Nott, and of course-- Draco) and Harry got up and left, but just when they were half way through the door, a group of Gryffindors (Ron, the twins, Hermione, Seamus, and Dean) stopped them.
"Well, well, well Potter; seems like you really are a Slytherin after all. Are you going to slither back to the hell hole you came from? Cause you should. We aren't letting a murderer like you into the Gryffindor Tower!"
"Ron! Stop it! Why are you like this?" someone cried out. It was Ginny. She seemed breathless, no doubt from running to try and catch up to the two groups.
"Stop it, Ginny. He is a murderer and you know it! Don't let that little crush of yours from third year blind you."
"Ron!"
As the two siblings argued, Harry felt as if someone had just ripped out his heart and hammered a nail into it.
'I guess this is my life now. But it can't be... My friends haven't deserted me... ' he tried to convince himself, his throat burning. His mind couldn't take it anymore.
"Just because he was my friend doesn't mean he is now! He is a murderer—and he's dating a SLYTHERIN. He's such a whore!"
BANG! Both Draco and Blaise drew their wands and knocked Ron down, while the other people began pointing their wands at each other.
Ginny watched the two groups helplessly.
"So now you're saying that a person who dates a Slytherin is a whore, eh? Well I've got news for you boy— you know your girlfriend over there? Granger right? Well, she used to date Nott! Aw... look at that face. You mean she never told you? Hmm... well I guess that makes her a whore too, right? Do you still want to be with her now?" Draco's face was scrunched up in disgust, though the expression did nothing to darken his fine features.
Ron's eyes were wide, and he dazedly turned to look at Hermione. She was looking at the floor, ashamed.
"Liar!" Ron screamed. "How dare you insult Hermione and me like that?!" He got his wand out but was too slow. From every direction, the shout of the disarming charm was aimed at Ron. The other Gryffindors had no chance for a counterattack, for suddenly Snape appeared.
"What is all this noise you are making? Who started it?"
All the Slytherins pointed at Ron.
"Well then, fifty points from Gryffindor for starting a fight and another fifty for starting it on the first day of school! Ten points to Slytherin for protecting yourself and others (which means Harry). Now off to bed or else I dock all your points!" he scowled. And with a swoosh, the professor turned around and left, his robes billowing from under him.
As soon as the man was gone, Ron growled, feeling pissed off for losing 100 points on the first day. "I mean it, Potter. You are going to pay for this. And you better not come to the Gryffindor tower. If you even come near it, I'll curse you." Then he left.
Harry sighed. Now where was he going to sleep?
Suddenly, a hand clamped down on his shoulder warmly.
"Blaise..."
"Come on, Harry. Let's go to Dumbledore and ask him where you can go, okay?" Harry nodded and they left without another word.
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WELL! Here's the next chapter...where will he sleep? o.O ahha...review please! And tell me your thoughts and what you think I should do.
---- Ch 3 preview (A/N above and below are important...please read them...)
"Umm...Harry? Do you know the password?" Blaise asked sheepishly. Harry shook his head.
"Umm...ok...err...Liquorish Wands?" No reaction. "Umm...Chocolate Frogs?" Still no reaction.
"Hnn...Let's try some muggle candies then...umm...jolly ranchers? Starbursts? Warheads? Sodacaps?"
This went on for about 5 minutes until they FINALLY got the password..."LEMON DROP!!" The gargoyle jumped aside. Blaise sighed, "I should have guessed that first." Then they went in and knocked on the door.
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Cassie
