This chapter is dedicated to my awesome beta…..(drum roll please)….misses-charlie-weasly….aka Jaxie…..u rock girl! Oh and to those people who don't know Jaxie….go read her fics…they are awesome….!
Dumbledore placidly sat in his place at the staff table; during breakfast dutifully watching the occurrences of breakfast over his spidery fingertips. At the Gryffindor table Hermione Granger was sleepily telling her friends what they could and could not order their slaves to do, as they argued in earnest with her. The Slytherin table did not have any of those worries, as Blaise Zabini had yet arrived for breakfast, and apparently the slaves were ordered to be silent. Beside him the two heads of house were participating in a heated argument, a very amusing incident if you asked him.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"YES."
"NO."
"SEVERUS GET TO CLASS NOW!"
Blaise walked sleepily through the great oak doors, and was knocked flat on his back, by the disjointedly walking slimy-haired potions teacher. Looking up from on the ground, he saw the potions teacher 'storming off' down to the dungeons, his arm and leg movement exaggerated apparently by McGonagall during the argument that he could hear in the dungeons.
"Zabini! Come here!" he heard as his Slytherin slaves noticed his arrival. Ignoring their beckons for a few moments, he slowly got up and made his way to the Gryffindor table rubbing his sore back all the way.
"Hey Blaise! Are you all right?" Hermione's joyful face greeted him as he approached her and her friends, "Could you do me a favour and please explain to my friends here, that they can not order their slaves to commit suicide?"
Rolling his bright blue eyes at the two boys glaring at him, "You can not order your slaves to commit suicide." Blaise calmly told the crestfallen Potter and Weasely, as the shrill bell rang, telling all of the students that it was time for class. Turning around to leave the hall he heard exactly what he didn't want to.
"Did I say you could leave the table Parkinson? No I didn't, so sit your self back down!"
"Blaise…!"
"Weasely, let her go to class, I don't feel like hearing her whinge!"
"I'll order her not to whine to you ever again."
"Ron, you can not order her to not go to class."
"Yes I can."
"No you can't."
"Says who?"
"How can you put up with him?"
"Shut up!"
"Pansy you can go."
"No she can't, sit down Parkinson!"
"Mr Weasely, you have to let her go to class! Although I do admire you're persistence."
"Fine, go to class Parkinson!"
Slinking out of the Great Hall, Blaise managed to get through the first class of the day until he was called upon again, but this time by a very angry Draco Malfoy sitting in a tub of icy cold lake water in the middle of the second floor corridor.
"Zabini! He ordered me to sit in this for three hours!"
"And…"
"Malfoy's do not do this kind of thing!"
"Potter, is there any life threatening situation here?"
"Well I was going to make him go and try to catch the giant squid but Hermione said I couldn't."
"In that case, this is fine."
"Zabini, how could you say that! This water is freezing!"
"I order you to shut up Malfoy, no more whining from your mouth!"
"At least Potter is being nicer than Weasely Draco, be thankful for that!"
"Just wait for next week Potter."
Watching his fellow Slytherin sit in a bucket of frigid lake water was rather satisfying for Blaise. Seeing the future death eater glare and give 'nasty' muggle hand signals to his smirking master was amusing in every way that it would offend everybody else.
"Potter, he's turning blue."
"I want to see him turn purple."
"iii aaammmmm ssssoooooo ccccoooolllllddddddd! llleeetttt mmmeeee ooouuuuttttaaa hhheerrrreee!"
"Yeah, in a minute."
"Potter!"
"Fine, get out of the bucket Malfoy and spoil all of my fun!"
As Malfoy's teeth chattered loudly, Blaise walked down the hall in hopes of going for his next class but was interrupted by an almighty grunt-like scream.
"UGHHHHHHHHH!"
"I ordered you to learn how to speak! SO SPEAK!"
"Brown, that was an unreasonable request considering his 'intelligence', or lack of."
"So…?"
"He will never know how to speak, so there is no use trying to make him speak."
"But while he is 'learning' he is not near me!"
"You are a lost cause, just order him to do it again then, but not in the Slytherin common room."
"Goyle, I order you to sit in the middle of the Forbidden Forest and learn how to speak English there!"
"You can't order him there, it has to be safe."
"Okay then, Goyle, I order you to sit on one of the islands in the middle of the Great Lake and try and learn how to speak English there!"
"Is that better?"
"Much."
Rolling his eyes; Blaise walked cautiously away from the psycho Gryffindor that was jumping up and down like a bouncy ball chanting "I got rid of him" over and over again, and once again attempted to make his way to class. By then it was half-way through Transfiguration and McGonagall was in a foul mood due to her troubles with Snape. When class was over, Zabini decided that he would not skip dinner tonight and maybe even talk to Hermione, only to once again be disrupted.
"Help me! He's attacking me! Somebody save me!"
"..."
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
"Neville, order him to stop following you with a pickaxe!"
"Longbottom, just order him to stop!"
"Hermione!"
"Neville, don't hide behind me!"
"Longbottom, if you don't order him to stop following you with that pickaxe, I am going to do more than stalk you with a pickaxe!"
"Crabbe-I-order-you-to-stop-following-me-around-with-or-without-a-pickaxe!"
"It's about time! Do you know how close he was to my face?"
"Sorry Hermione!"
"Longbottom, order him to go to the Slytherin common room, and leave everyone alone."
"Crabbe, I order you to go to the Slytherin common room and leave everyone alone."
"Neville, let go of me now!"
"Okay, sorry Hermione!"
Looking at his feet, Neville left quickly for the great hall leaving Hermione and Blaise in the hallway.
"So, hi Blaise, how ya been?" Hermione asked as she shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably.
"Pretty good, you?" Blaise replied as he led the way down to the Great Hall.
"Mhmmm…pretty much same as yesterday, working through arguments between and throughout classes." Hermione replied while walking next to him.
As the two students walked into the great hall together, Dumbledore smiled, his plan was coming along wonderfully.
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