A/N: Let's take a poll, who wants to kill me? Yeah, that's what I thought. I'm sorry, I don't deserve beautiful people like you. I could give you all my excuses but you're not interested in that.

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About Blaise's Spell: No, I don't speak German, which is why it made no sense. ; I could've worked harder on it... buuuut--

Wish

Chapter Eleven

Devote

Draco awoke to the clanking of dishes from the kitchen. He groaned softly at the ache that had become frequent. Harry was never that noisy making breakfast.

He groggily made his way down the stairs in his pajama bottoms. He blinked blearily into the kitchen.

"Hello, Sexy." Blaise purred and Draco glared. In his sleep he had blissfully forgotten the demon who was now residing in his home.

'Where's Harry?"

Blaise shrugged and reached for a bigger bowl. "I said I wanted strawberries and then he was gone."

Draco knew by now that the angel would do anything for anyone at their slightest whim, extremely easy to take advantage of and probably very dangerous with the wrong sort of people.

"Listen to me," Draco growled and grabbed Blaise by the arm. "If you do anything. Take advantage of him or trick him into anything.."

Blaise slapped his hand away and backed up.

"Everything has free will you know, even angels. He doesn't have to do anything for anybody unless he wants to."

Draco leered. This was true.

"Unless," Blaise continued. "He owes you a wish... but from what I hear, you already fucked that one up, so-"

Draco grabbed hold of him by the throat.

"In case you've forgotten, I'm in charge here. Give me any reason and you'll be crawling back to Lucifer even smaller than you are now!"

Blaise sensibly said nothing and stared at the floor. He knew he messed up and he knew he probably didn't deserve the hospitality he was getting now. He even knew that if it wasn't for Harry, Draco would have thrown him out on his ass. So he definitely couldn't betray the angel now, not when he was the only thing saving him from a painful death courtesy of the devil himself.

Draco seemed to realize Blaise understood and released his shirt.

"I made toast." Blaise said softly. "It's a little burnt, but-"

"Thanks." Draco said and grabbed it. He bit into it and it was anything but pleasant but the grateful look Blaise gave him, made him not want to spit it out.

Harry returned with enough strawberries to feed a family of seven, three meals a day, for a week.

Blaise happily dug in and in about an hour, they were half gone.

"You're going to be short and fat, with that appetite." Draco commented and Blaise just tossed a strawberry at him.

There was a knock on the door and the three of them glanced to each other.

"Well it's not a demon," Blaise muttered. "Demon's always forget to knock."

Draco made his way down to the door and opened it an inch. "You were wrong." He called up to Blaise. "What do you want?" He asked Sirius who was looking at him as if he were ready to attack.

Remus pushed Sirius aside to speak to Draco. "We wanted to make sure Harry was alright and talk to him a little."

Draco glared over Remus' shoulder at Sirius. "Is he going to attack him again?"

Remus shook a glance over his shoulder too. "No." He replied, a definiteness to his voice. Draco accepted this answer and let them inside.

"Hi!" Harry waved happily at the demon and angel pair. Remus smiled back and took a seat next to him.

Blaise had stopped eating and was staring at Sirius. Sirius was smirking back at him.

"Do you two know each other?" Remus said softly, lifting the tension in the air that the two demons had created between them.

"Nope." Sirius said and sat down next to Remus.

Blaise let out an undignified huff and stood in his all short glory. "Liar! You were there the day I was made a demon!"

Sirius shrugged. "I attended a lot of demon-days. I don't remember them all."

Blaise glared. "You were Lucifer's favorite and then you ran off with this... this good-deed-doer and got hell all in an uproar! I suppose I should thank you though, I managed to go up a few positions since you left."

Sirius smirked. "You're welcome. But I still don't recall meeting you."

Blaise crossed his arms. "Funny, because I'm pretty sure you're the one who followed me back to my room and then fuc-"

Sirius sealed Blaise's mouth with his hand and Blaise gulped in fear. "I don't know what you're talking about." Sirius growled and sat back down across the table from him.

Blaise looked upset and disturbed but he didn't said anything more. The others watched this with amusement and confusion. "Have some strawberries," Harry said cheerily and pushed the bowl over to Sirius. Who ate about as much as Blaise had.

"So," Blaise said moodily. He had found Sirius reclining in a chair in the backyard away from everyone else. "What the hell is up with you?"

Sirius looked oddly up at him. "Was that a pun?"

Blaise frowned. "No."

Sirius shrugged. "No one needs to know about our past, I'd prefer if you especially didn't mention it around Remus."

Blaise sighed and sat down next to him. "What it worth it?" He asked.

"Was what worth it?"

"Being banished to earth, for that angel. Was it worth it?"

Sirius hesitated for a moment before replying, "Yes."

Blaise kicked at the grass a little. "What happened exactly? I mean... one day you're like practically a prince in hell and the next you're running off with the white one. What happened to you?"

Sirius sighed and stretched a bit. "I don't really know if I can explain it. He just... makes me feel things I guess. I mean, us demons don't get a lot of that emotion crap, but it's impossible to avoid when I've with him. Like a drug, I supposed I was obsessed."

"Obsessed?"

"Obsessed, addicted, I don't know. It just feels good."

"Still, it isn't like you couldn't just come back after that. Lucifer would've let you. Hell, he probably would've given you a promotion! Corrupting an angel and all."

Sirius laughed. "I think it was me who got corrupted." He lazily spread out more. "I just couldn't go back after that. I never regretted getting booted out of Heaven, but when I saw him I sorta did. I almost wished I would've stayed, just so I could see him more."

Blaise stared. "Shit, I didn't know angels had that kind of power. I thought only we were allowed to tempt?"

Sirius laughed again and slapped him on the shoulder. "I know right? It's weird. It was his idea that we go to Earth." He turned solemn again. "When Lily and James died, I knew that's when everything changed. Even if I had wanted to return, I knew then that I was never going to leave him, I couldn't."

Blaise brooded. "Well that's a fine and dandy for you. Fighting the horrors that come through your portal and doing whatever you like in the meantime. I can't see why more demons don't just do what you did."

Sirius frowned. "Lucifer let me get away with a lot. All he did was take some power and my right side of the body isn't what it used to be... if it had been someone else, he would've destroyed them."

"Why did he let you go then?"

Sirius sat thoughtfully for a moment, "Didn't you know? Lucifer had been through the same thing."

Blaise was feeling miserable. It was most likely due to being around two couples all day. The depression egged his supposedly non-existent heart and he wasn't sure why he felt so left out all of a sudden. He had been a human, never finding anyone he could trust or would trust him. He had become a demon and still, the same was true, except now he was suffering the wrath of the devil and it was all his own fault. When he'd sold his soul, it had seemed like such a good idea. Now, he wished he would've given his soul to someone else. Like a pretty girl or something.

"You know Lucifer isn't about to give up yet." Blaise muttered after drinking his milk. "He'll probably send even more powerful demons this time. It's really not safe for Harry to be here. He'd be better off in Heaven, away and in a place the demons can't reach."

Draco processed this. "I know," He said. "But I really don't think I can stand to see him go."

"So you're going to stand up to Hell and all that the name implies because you wanna see Harry's face stick around?" Blaise asked incredulous.

Draco smiled to himself. He had never had anything he was willing to fight for. Sure, he worked hard to get where he was now, but it had been a combination of luck, strategy, and manipulation. He had never been dependent on his plans all working out. But in the time he had been apart of this grand picture that Harry was a part of, the angel had become something he was willing to fight for. Something that he was certain he would never be the same without. Hell and whatever could take Harry from him, over his dead body.

"Well shit," Blaise cursed unhappily. "Why the fuck am I surrounded by lovesick morons all of a sudden? This is worse than the time Lucifer-"

"Blaise, just shut up."

Moodily, Blaise did.