A/N: ok im not moving around so much but i do need to show point of view changes like between d/g/b when theyre all in the same scene so look for a little sign probably a line of: (……) kk…this ones a little shorter than the last...im trying...read/review!-manda

Chapter 14 Pretty Fire

Draco was awake at the crack of dawn the next day and found his boxers in the far corner of the room torn apart at the seams along with the rest of his and Blaise's clothes from the night before. He looked at the laundry and in a matter of seconds every piece had been returned to its original state. 'We've got this wandless thing down.' He pulled on his boxers and went to sit in the middle of the floor. Once he was settled he closed his eyes and concentrated on the air in the room, trying to affect the temperature. 'Ok, let's try not thinking.' He thought to himself a frown marring his perfect face. He relaxed and let his mind wander; he opened his eyes showing complete black covering not only his iris but his entire eye and where his iris should have been there were ice blue flames. Through his new eyes he could see the water particles in the air and now he focused on them, willing them to take shape, but instead the temperature dropped a few degrees. The harder he tried the colder it got, 'Well, at least I really can make it colder.'

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Ginny shivered under the covers and then woke up with a start looking around her. When she saw Draco on the floor, his body covered in blue flames she turned to wake Blaise and then called their clothes. They got dressed, in slightly more clothes than Draco was wearing due to the fact that it was now burr-ass cold and there seemed to be a light frost on everything, and went to his side.

"Draco? Draco!" Ginny shouted and then looked at Blaise.

"Drake." Blaise reached out to test the fire and then let out a yell, "Son of a Bitch that's fucking colder than ice." He cradled his arm into his chest trying to warm it back up. Ginny sat down across from Draco growing angrier by the second, Blaise was hurt, if only a little, and Draco was definitely fucked up at the moment.

"Draco, are you in there?" her eyes met his, fire for fire as she burst into bright red flames that were opposite his own. Blaise backed up putting a little distance between himself and the fire that had engulfed his two loves. The frost was melting and the temperature in the room was going back and forth between freezing cold and hot as Hell.

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Blaise looked at them and closed his eyes, a sad look appearing on his face. Draco and Ginny were flung into opposite walls, knocking them out before they crumpled to the floor. A tear ran down Blaise's cheek and he noticed it was raining outside again and that he could feel it, realization dawned on him. "Drake's ice, Gin's fire, and I've got part of a spirit in me, I'd forgotten about that." He said to the quiet room.

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"You will become a Death Eater, it's your destiny!" Zacharias Zabini screamed at his son. "You will get the mark before you return to school. I don't want Lucius bragging about how his son was the first to get the mark. No, you will be the first of the new generation." Blaise looked at his father, the last hope for a life without Voldemort shattering before his eyes, he tried to hide his pain but he wasn't quick enough. "You weak piece of shit!" he screamed, "You will learn to obey, Cruciatus!" Blaise had closed his eyes when he saw his father reach for his wand; he knew it was pointless to fight back. He waited for the pain but it never came and then he heard someone else scream he opened his eyes to find his father writhing in pain on the floor and a line of house-elves standing between them. One of the elves turned to him,

"You can't save the world if you die now. Go, run, fight later. It's been an honor Young Master Zabini." The other house-elves turned to him and bowed low. Blaise shed a tear, nodded his head, and ran to his room to grab his things. He shrunk his belongings and put them in his pocket then grabbed his broom and jumped out his window heading for the only place he had left, Hogwarts, leaving Zabini manor forever.

He arrived to find Snape already waiting for him at the gates; he was escorted to Dumbledore's office where he was told he could stay until school started. "You seem to be friends with Mr. Malfoy, you two can share a room. I think that should work since you two are the only Slytherin prefects. That looks to be the safest option right now." Dumbledore said. Blaise stood,

"Thank you Sir." Snape escorted him to his new rooms and he stayed there until his stomach could take it no longer and then he went to the Kitchens. "I need something to drink and a couple of slices of bread, thanks." He stopped a house-elf, "Why are you guys so loyal?" he asked a note of sadness in his voice as he thought about how the elves at the Manor would be tortured for helping him.

"Wes do what wes must, Sir. Your elves are ok, theys were happy to hear yous made it here alive."

"Your food, Sir." Another house-elf squeaked.

"Thank you." he nodded to the elf he had been talking to and turned around and left. He headed back to the Dungeons but decided to walk around for a bit rather than going back to his room.

A while later he noticed the pain in his legs as he turned a corner and was about to head back to his room when he saw a dim purple light down the corridor. 'What the fuck?' he continued forward, curious. The light grew brighter as he got closer and then he found the source in a little indention in the wall. There were visible wards around the light but Blaise paid no attention and stepped through them. The light was coming from a ball, an orb of some kind. The orb itself was purple but covered in a black mist, or cloud, and there were tiny sparks flashing in the black. Blaise picked it up, "You're mine." He whispered and turned to take it back to his room with him, but when the orb touched the wards it flashed a blinding white and Blaise's head snapped towards the Heavens and his arms were parallel to the stone floor with his palms facing up. The orb hovered in the air in front of him edging closer and closer to him. He let out a scream when it made contact with his chest. The orb was forcing itself into his chest and Blaise let out another scream. The light went out and the orb was gone, Blaise's eyes had turned completely black with the exception of the purple flames in them. His arms snapped down to his sides, his head fell forward, and then he collapsed waking up in his bed a few days later, he noticed only that Draco had yet to arrive before he was out again.

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Blaise picked Ginny up off the floor and placed her in their huge bed before going to Draco and doing the same. "Damn we're fuckin' lucky." He said looking at the two figures in their bed before he opened the portrait hole and disappeared to the Kitchens.