Hell Harbours no forgiveness.
Chapter seven.
Authors note; I don't think I made it clear where/when this story is set. I would say its compliment up to OOTP and disregards DH, the characters are in seventh year and the war is approaching. Blaises mother has just gone through her second mariage.
Ignoring all the stares he was receiving he took his usual seat next to his best friend at the Slytherin table.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" He heard Draco growl as he shoved a fork full of beans into his mouth. "You alright mate?" Draco said quietly this time,noticing the stiffness in his best friends body.
"Yeah fine."
"Cant believe she did it at the wedding mate."
Blaise gave a stiff nod as his mind wandered back to the events of that weekend.
"It appears your new step father has fainted"
Blaise frowned as he tried to focus on the sounds he could hear coming from the building. A few screams, bangs and shouts later he began to understand the gravity of the situation.
"Please, not already" he mumbled as he began to march forwards, Astoria following unsurely behind him.
When he entered the room there was a few tables and chairs overturned, three smashed glasses and a bottle of wine floating lazily in the air pouring wine onto the floor. Within the centre of the room the guests were gathered round his mother, who was cradling the still body of her new husband.
"He's dead!" She wailed as she cradled his head to her chest. "How could he leave me!"
He heard Astoria gasp as the guests turned to look at them.
"Fucking great." He muttered under his breath. He wondered how none of the other guests had noticed his mothers all of a sudden sober streak, or how the wine glass in his step fathers hand had little white crystals gleaming delicately in the bottom of the glass. He looked toward his mother who quickly flashed him a toothy grin before descending back into the wailing mess that was a heartbroken widow.
"What did Astoria say about it?" He heard Draco mumble around another mouthful of beans. "Not scarred her off have you."
Blaise shook his head trying to clear his mind and bring him back to the present.
"She handled it quite well actually"
He replied as he pushed an egg around his plate. "Better than you did anyway."
Draco snorted as he remembered the first time he had seen a dead body. He had gone downstairs to find Blaises mother crying over the dead body of her third husband.
"I was eleven you arse hole." Another fork full of beans. "Did you get down and dirty then?"
Blaise raised a confused eye brow.
"Don't play stupid, you and Astoria, did you finally rid yourself of your virginity?"
Blaise let out an uncharacteristic snort. "It may surprise you to know that some of us can be alone with the opposite sex without acting like hormone driven fifteen year olds."
Draco let out a snort "frigid."
"Thats not what your mother thinks."
"Fuck you Zabini"
Blaise smirked as he stood and hoisted his satchel up onto his shoulder.
"Coming to potions?"
Draco shook his head. "I will later, I have something to take care of first. Your eager to run along to mudblood today."
He felt his blood run cold at the word mudblood, what was happening to him?
"So it would seem" He mumbled. his jaw and lips set in a stiff line as he turned and headed toward the dungeons.
He was the first to enter the class room and he quickly took his seat. He gathered the ingredients and equipment they would need for todays potion. A Wit-Sharpening Potion he noted.
Fifteen minuets later everyone had entered the classroom, the smell of burning and coal hung thick in the air and a dull hum of voices penetrated the silence.
Hermione was stood across the bench from him, sleeves rolled up and her brow knitted as she ground the scarab beetles.
She hadn't said a word to him, or looked at him for that matter, throughout the progression of the lesson so far.
"You can add the beetles now." His voice was sure and steady, calm and collected as he motioned toward the cauldron.
"Oh right" she still didn't look at him, she added the beetles quickly then wiped her hands on the front of her robes before awkwardly sitting back down next to him.
"And now we wait." He said again.
"Yes." She hunched her shoulders. "And now we wait."
"Whats wrong with you Granger?" He was irritated now.
"Yes what is wrong mudblood." A shrill voice sneered from behind them.
Hermiones eyes snapped up and glared at the girl behind her.
"Original Parkinson."
Pansy sneered and draped an arm over Blaises shoulder.
"Honestly Blaise, you ought be careful not to catch flees."
Hermione rolled her eyes before standing and beginning to stir the cauldron.
"Pansy" Blaise groaned as he brushed her arm off his shoulders. "Im more worried about catching whatever disgusting diseases your harbouring."
Pansys face turned a violent shade of crimson as she let out an embarrassed shriek. She stalked off, knocking the cauldron onto the floor.
"Oh honestly!" Hermione huffed, dropping the spoon onto the desk as it let out a loud clang. "Could you keep your pathetic arguments away from our education!"
Blaise smirked. "Finally looking at me are we Granger?"
Before she could reply she felt a large hand clap on her back.
"Very unlike you two to make such a mess." Slughorn shook his head as he regarded the purple liquid that was now spreading across the floor. "You can both stay behind at lunch and clean this up."
Hermione opened her mouth to protest. "No arguments Miss Granger!"
And with that he skipped toward Malfoy and his partner who were both giving Blaise amused smirks.
"Well done Zabini" Hermione muttered as she slumped back down onto her chair.
"Why thank you" He smirked, trailing his finger through the purple liquid that bubbled and dribbled across the desk.