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Chapter 9 - Make War

"Once too often, I have retreated

into the depths of my despair.

I built a barricade to block you on the road.

But standing there with all of my possessions,

piled higher than a house,

I felt closer to you than you ever would have known.

So let these tiny acts of charity

become common ground of which to build

a monument to commemorate our time.

And though, you say, you've found another

who will surely speed you on your way,

don't let the forest grow over that path you came there by.

But you will, so..."

Bright eyes

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Somewhere in Surrey...

Cold water splashed over Blaise's face, causing him to suddenly awake from his sleep, shaking his head with a gasp. He blinked the water from his eyes, looking up at the person who held an empty glass in their hands. The bright light behind their head distorted their face for a moment, until it finally became clear. Blaise frowned, he knew the face all too well, taking a moment to look around, he could see that his fellow prisoners had been moved to another room. He raised an eyebrow, looking up into the face of Victoria Frobisher, one of his ex-girlfriends. "Frobisher, that's a lot of trouble you've gone to just to get me on my own."

She smirked down at him, "Blaise, if I wanted your body, I would have stripped you naked while you were asleep."

Shuffling round a little on his backside he cocked his head to the side. "I appear to not be wearing underwear, should I put that down to you?"

"Blaise you never wear underwear."

"That's not true."

"Oh yes, I forgot, since you've had Hermione living with you, you've taken to wearing it in bed."

"Don't want a mudblood getting a look at the family jewels, what's wrong with that?"

She rolled her eyes. "How is she?"

"Granger? Annoying as fuck. How's Su? Recovering?"

"Thankfully. Greyback did a right number on her though. She'll never wear a bikini again, thanks for getting her transferred out of Bellatrix Lestranges house."

"It wasn't a problem after that incident, glad to hear she's getting better. Can you untie me now please?"

She shook her head with a smile. "No way Blaise, I don't trust you."

"What do you think I'm going to do Frobisher? Rip your clothes off and ravish you?"

"When was the last time you had sex?"

"About three days ago."

"Then yes." She smirked, he laughed.

Raising an eyebrow slightly he shuffled, with some difficulty, turning around to show her his hands. "Look, me fingers aren't crossed, your safe."

"Fine." Bending over, she undid the bonds keeping his wrists tied together. He sighed with relief and rubbed his wrists a little and then stood up to stretch out his legs.

"So, how did you find out about the raid?"

"We had an early warning, but we haven't heard anything since so, we assume he's been caught."

"More than likely. Surprised the fuck out of me, I can tell you. You lose many?"

"Some people were injured, no dead on either side, but I reckon the RPD will be down a few men for a few days."

"Did a number on us eh?"

"Too right we did." She smiled and moved across the room, picking up two folding chairs and handing one to Blaise so they could sit down.

"So what's the plan?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean Frobisher."

"We've sent our demands, if they aren't met and the planned execution goes ahead, then we'll execute in turn. I have to say Blaise, a few of them know about what you and Malfoy did on the night of the Hogwarts battle, they know about what you used to do before being in the RPD and their not too happy about this arrangement."

"Hey, I tried my best while I was in there to make sure that anyone who was wrongly identified as mudblood was sent to a good place. What happened with Su, that was unavoidable, tell them to go screw themselves."

"I know that Blaisey, but they don't trust you."

"Like I care, where's my wand?"

"I've got it in a safe place, don't worry."

"Well I'll need it if I'm going to escape. Who's the most badly injured?"

"Brooks. But he'll slow you down."

"Yeah but it'll look better when I turn up with him. Where are they all by the way?"

"They are all having individual interrogations. Can I ask you something Blaise?"

"Sure."

"Why are you doing this?"

He sighed, looking down for a moment before looking back up at her. "Let's say I've become a little dis-enchanted with the new autocracy."

"It's the wife thing isn't it?"

"Well I'm not a fucking sperm bank. They say your supposed to take two, but everyone knows if all the unmarried pureblood girls are going to get married then that's like at least five. I don't want ten kids to five different women."

"Aw, your an old fashioned guy at the end of the day, aren't you Blaisey?"

"Oh shut up, just tell me how this is going to work..."

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"Stupefy!" A jet of light blasted out of the end of Blaise's wand and hit Brooks' interrogator in the back. Brooks looked up, a battle worn looking Blaise Zabini stood in the doorway, clothes torn, a gash on his head bleeding, his left arm looked broken. A look of relief spread across Brooks' face and he attempted to get to his feet. "Brooks! Your the only one I can find, we'll have to leave the others."

"Boy, am I glad to see you Zabini." He got to his feet, albeit shakily, finding Blaise moving forward for him to support himself. "What about the others?"

"We'll have to leave them." He pointed his wand out, aparating them to the foyer of St.Mungos where they both collapsed to the floor.

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The Malfoy-Zabini mansion in Kennet...

"Granger I demand you open the door this instant!" Draco banged his fist against the wood of the door again. He could not believe Granger had slapped him and thought she would get away with it.

"Sod off Malfoy! Leave me alone!"

"You know you can get flogged for this. Open this door or I'll blast it open!"

"Fuck off!"

"Right!" He pulled his wand from his back pocket, pointing it at the door handle. "Last chance Granger."

"Go away!"

Draco flicked his wand and the door flew open, the chair that had been holding it shut broke apart as it flew across the room and he stormed inside, scowling at Hermione, who was laid on her bed, facing the other way. "You have one chance to explain yourself."

Turning round, her face red and eyes bloodshot, clearly from crying, she shot him a foul look. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Because you fucking slapped me!"

"You deserved it!"

"What for? Reminding you of your place in life, the bottom? Mentioning the name of saint Potter?"

"As a matter of fact, yes!" She turned around fully and slid off the bed, her cheeks were tear stained and her eyes were bloodshot. "I am fully aware of the fact that you prefer the world without Harry but he was my friend and Ron... I hope you lose someone one day who you care about that much, then you'll know how it feels."

Draco grabbed her wrists, pulling her forward so she could his eyes as he snarled in her face. "And where do you think Blaise is? Skegness for weekend? Their going to kill him Granger. He's the closest thing I have to brother."

"I'm fully aware of that Malfoy, why do you think I bothered asking you about him? Forgive me, but I felt sorry for you." He loosened his grip on her wrists, allowing her to break free of his grip.

"Mister Draco!" Obed's voice called out from the hallway, causing Draco to half turn his head, but his eyes remained trained on Hermione.

"What?"

"Owl for you Mister Draco."

"Bring it here." A few moments passed before the house elf tottled into the room, holding up a piece of parchment. Draco tore away the seal, reading the words on the paper, he dropped it on the floor, leaving the room. Hermione stepped forward and cautiously picked it up, reading the scrawled black handwriting. 'We've found him, he's at St.Mungos.'

Feeling guilty that she had pushed the issue of Blaise's possible death, Hermione swallowed her pride and followed the path Draco had taken through the living room, seeing him by the fireplace, putting his cloak around his shoulders she cleared her throat. "Do you want me to come with you?"

"Your the last person I want around me Granger."

"What if he's really badly hurt?"

He paused, looking at her. "Alright you can come." She nodded, stepping into the fireplace beside him, it was the only way she could travel by floo now the network was heavily regulated. She watched as he threw a handful of powder down and shouted out the name of St.Mungos, the green flames swirling around them and the reception area of the hospital came into view.

She knew the drill about being in public, keep her mouth shut, speak only when spoken to. She followed Draco out of the fireplace as he asked the woman at the desk where Blaise Zabini was, getting the floor and ward number, he gave the woman a curt nod and they made their way to the ward where he was supposed to be. Draco pushed open the doors, seeing only three beds occupied, one by an elderly wizard who appeared to be asleep, another by a very beaten looking Brooks who Draco knew from work. The third bed had it's curtains drawn around them, wondering how bad it was for the curtains to be drawn. He swallowed, Hermione gave a small cough and whispered. "He's probably just asleep."

Draco nodded to this comment, hoping for probably the first time in his life that Granger was right. They walked towards the drawn curtains and taking the decision that it was better to just treat this like a plaster and do it quickly, in case what was behind the curtains was completely shocking. He found the gap and threw them open, both Draco and Hermione gasped loudly at the sight before them, Hermione turning away.

Blaise looked at his best friend and Muggleborn servant, quite surprised to see them, although not as surprised as the nurse who was sat astride his lap. He smirked and called out. "Give us five minutes would you mate? I think Michelle would like me to finish off before I start taking visitors."

Closing his mouth, Draco turned around and grabbed Hermiones elbow, not having to make much effort to take her out of the ward and out of the eyeline of Blaise and the nurse he was having sex with.

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Authors Notes:

I just have to say that sometimes my characters surprise even me, that Blaise is a sneaky bugger, he's always doing things I haven't told him to do. Or don't want him to do...

I hope you guys liked it, (leave me a review and let me know, especially you people who added it to their alerts but still haven't left a review - I shall be getting my platinum spoon out if your not careful ;) )

Nikki, if you ever got around to reading this like I told you to, then let me know what you thought of Frob, it was too fun not to use her there and have a bit of banter between her and Blaiseykins.

Blaise was such a naughty boy in this chapter, tsk, tsk...