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With a deep sigh Harry got out of bed and decided to go find Neville and Draco to thank them for calming him down last night. Harry walked down to the Slytherin common room, his head still lost in thought, so that when he entered he immediately bumped into Blaise. "Hello there Harry Potter." The dark skinned boy said.
"Oh hi Blaise, where are you off to in such a hurry?" Harry asked not really paying much attention to what he was saying.
"Off to the astronomy tower, meeting some friends there. Would you care to join me?" Blaise asked the boy.
"Maybe some other time Blaise I have a lot to do right now." Harry took off into the heart of the common room leaving Blaise to stare longingly after him. Harry was surprised to see it empty. It was a good omen though because he always thought better in quiet. And he surely had a lot to think about for the moment. Between Dumbledore's constant manipulation, dealing with the dark lord and finding out that his father was really alive, Harry was about to pull his own hair out.
James Potter was the one person who was continuing to invade his thoughts. Harry had been somewhat relieved and angry of course to find out that one of his parents was alive. Harry and Severus didn't have the best relationship but at least the man was trying. To find out that James has been alive for all those years and never once tried to find him or get in touch with him, well that was just plain wrong. There was no other way to put. And Severus had just gone running back into the man's arms like nothing have ever happened. Well Harry was not going to do the same.
Either James was up to something, still working for Dumbledore and becoming a spy. Or fate really was twisted and cruel. Harry was hoping for the first option. He didn't have time for another emotionally battle with a parent and finding them. He was not that scared little boy who was looking for a place to fit in; he had made his place not only for himself but for others as well. He was The-boy-who-lived, and he was dead set on showing the world was he was made of and what he could do. Who gave a damn what they thought, what had the world ever done for him?
As for Dumbledore their meeting today was just the start of the man's soon to be brutal downfall. He was not going to get away with the crimes he continuously committed. The man was a menace to society and Harry was going to bring him down. Oh yes and bring him down hard. When Harry was done with the old man he would be crawling as his feet begging for forgiveness and asking to what he could do to please Harry. Oh yes, one of the most famous wizards of the world was going down and it was only a matter of time.
Harry lay down on the couch kicking his shoes off and putting his hands behind his head. For once the world was going his way; things were finally in favor of him and not against him, though he knew that it wouldn't stay that way for long.
Harry who was just dozing off to sleep was awoken by a loud thump on a table.. He sat up rubbing his eyes hoping he had imagined the sound, sadly that was not the case because a few moments later there was another thump. With a sigh Harry got off the couch and opened looked around. Blaise Zambini was standing there...well not really standing more like he was weaving back and forth with a glassy eyed look. And the sound had been the boy slamming his fist into the common room table.
"Harry there you are. I've been looking everywhere for you. And here you were having a lie in all this time. That's just so like you Harry hiding in the most obvious places." Blaise said with a slight slur to his words, as he began to approach Harry. Harry moved before he could be pushed down onto the couch.
"What do you want Blaise?" Harry asked moving to an arm chair near the fireplace.
"I want you Harry...I have always wanted you." Blaise made an attempt to grab the dark haired boy and missed. He ended up with a face full of the couch. Harry could smell the alcohol coming off of the other boy.
"Blaise are you drunk?" Harry asked as he dodged another attempt of Blaise trying to grab him.
"No...I'm not drunk. I only had..." The boy lifted his hand to count the number of drinks he had on his fingers. Before he could come up with a number he was distracted by his waving fingers. "What were you saying Harry?" The boy asked.
"How much did you drink Blaise?" Harry asked.
"Only like a bottle of fire whiskey. That's all I swear. I came down here to talk to you Harry. Hahahaha talk...yea to talk." Blaise once again stood up barely making it on his shaky legs. He began to weave his way to harry. "I think that you are playing games with me Potter. You act all shy and innocent, pretending that you don't want me. But I know you do; I see the way you look at me." It suddenly seemed that Blaise was very much sober and not drunk any more. "I just don't understand why you are doing this to me Harry. We could be good together. Draco and Neville seem to be doing alright. Though why he even chose Neville I will never understand. But that is beside the point."
Harry jumped when Blaise grabbed his arms, pulling him roughly against Blaise's body. Blaise then proceeded to try and kiss Harry; Harry was pretty good at dodging the other boy until Blaise grabbed the back of Harry's head, forcing the boy to kiss him. Harry almost gagged on the strong taste of alcohol on the other boy's breath. Blaise was demanding that harry participate in his little kissing game and when harry refused Blaise became violent.
He began to steer harry towards the couch, and once there he pushed Harry down and placed his body on top of the other boy's. Harry was amazed at how much Blaise seemed to weigh; Harry began to buck against the body lying on top of his. This only seemed to excited Blaise further, because his hands began to wander over Harry's body, and then without warning they were under Harry's robes. Harry was really becoming scared at this point, as it seemed that nothing would make Blaise move.
Blaise became even rougher when Harry decided to play dead. And once again Blaise's hands were in places that they shouldn't have been. Somehow during all this confusion and groping, Harry had closed his eyes, which only made his fears grow stronger, All harry could see were images of Blaise raping Him. As the turmoil inside the young man grew stronger with each passing second, he began to forget where he was. Suddenly without warning Harry was back in the common room and Blaise was no longer on top of him, Blaise was lying on the floor.
Harry leaned over the bed to look at the boy; he seemed to still to be normal. Harry couldn't see any extra arms or horns. Harry got up slowly so as not to draw Blaise's attentions back to himself, when Blaise still didn't move Harry got down on the floor himself. He carefully touched Blaise's face and it was rather cold, Harry moved his hand down to Blaise's neck to find his pulse.