Hell harbours no forgiveness.
Chapter six.
Authors note; sorry for the delay on this chapter, Ive rewritten it about six times because I really wanted this chapter to show the friendship between Blaise and Astoria to set the scene for later chapters and events.
Blaise clenched and unclenched his fists several times before smoothing his hands over his trousers for the one thousandth time. His shirt collar felt far too tight and uncomfortable against his skin and his whole body felt hot. That night in the library wouldn't leave his mind and the confusing rush of heat corse through his body every time he remembered the feel of her skin brushing up against his. He shook his head and cracked his knuckles.
"Would you stop" Astoria hissed as she stopped and stood next to him outside the large oak doors of Cheserie Hall. "Do I look okay? Or will your mother hate it?"
He looked down at her, she was wearing muggle fashions as he had advised her to, some skinny black jeans with a green chiffon collarless shirt that had white pearls dotted around the neckline paired with high heeled green shoes.
"She will love it" he smiled at her. "you look fine."
"I feel underdressed for a wedding" she said quietly as she shifted from foot to foot.
He tucked the portkey safely into his pocket and sighed.
"This is her seventh wedding, as long as your not wearing a white dress Im sure she will be pleased."
Astoria smiled up at him and took his arm as the doors opened.
The small hall was decorated silver and blue, with a few white chairs dotted around and a white rose covered alter placed in the centre.
There were a few people seated in the chairs, none of which Blaise recognised as him and Astoria took the two seats closest to the alter.
The music started as Blaise sucked in a breath as the double doors swung open.
Two hours later.
"Oh Blaise there you are!"
He watched his mother stumble over to him and plant a sloppy kiss on his cheek. "Id like you to meet Enrold!"
A tall man in a black suit emerged from behind her, twisting an arm around her waist and smiling at Blaise.
"Your drunk." He said, not breaking eye contact with his mother.
Astoria placed her hand on Blaise's shoulder and smiled at his mother. "Your ceremony was beautiful."
Blaise was grateful in that moment for a best friend like her at that moment, she was a perfect friend and nothing more.
"Thankyou Dear" she slurred back. "Whats your name again?"
"Astoria Greengrass" she said extending her hand.
Anya Zabini's eyes lit up as she eagerly shook the girls hand.
"Greengrass, very wealthy family. Good choice Blaise."
Blaise clamped his jaw shut and glared at his mother. Everything she did revolved around money.
"Oh" Astoria's cheeks reddened. "No,no were just good friends."
"Oh, such a shame" Anya replied, giving Blaise a pointed look. "Come on Enrold, let us dance!" And with that she whisked him away, turning and winking at Blaise before raising a glass of clear liquid to her lips.
In the garden.
Astoria looked around the large gardens of the hall before finally noticing the pacing figure. She slowly walked over to him, taking a seat on the low brick wall. She watched him pace for a few seconds, his posture was tight and his fists continuously clenched and unclenched as they did when he was agitated or deep in thought.
"Blaise?"
He stopped and turned to look at her, letting put a sigh before sotting down heavily next to her.
"Im so confused"
He placed his head in his hands and groaned loudly.
She stayed quiet, unsure whether to prod him for answers. She extended a thin pale arm an draped it around his shoulders.
"Hey, its not like the great Blaise Zabini to be confused, are you sure you're really you?"
He looked sideways and gave her a lopsided smile as he watched her reach within her handbag and pull out a chocolate frog.
"Do you have an endless suply of these or something?" She smiled as he took it from her. "Its about a girl.,., sort of"
She raised her eyebrows. "Oh?"
"Yes, I think I like her but..." He pauses as he wondered how to phrase his sentence. "But shes not like us."
"Well" she squeezed his shoulders. "Maybe she likes you too, and I take it you mean shes from another house?"
He nodded.
"Well then, that shouldn't matter, your a neutral, just let her understand that and then boom!" He gave her another lopsided smile. "Who could resist the great Blaise Zabini hey? Even with chocolate frog smeared across his face."
He wiped at his face as she stood up and smoothed out her shirt.
"whats wrong?" He stood and looked in the direction Astoria seemed to be frowning at.
"your step father seems to have fainted"