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In the Dark, A Zabini/ Grindelwald fanfic	By : blaisegellert Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For at least an hour, the two lost themselves in technicalities for the making of plans for constructing not only the mirrors for the Hogwarts professors, but the medallion portkeys Kereston had requested as well. When the sound of a throat politely clearing interrupted them, Blaise looked up to see Bramble standing beside the table.
"Bramble came to see if there is anything either of you require that he did not pack," he said.

Blaise smiled, glad to see the elf. "Yes actually. Eventually we will need a large mirror, hopefully with a silver frame."
Bramble nodded then surprised Gellert by turning his large blue elf eyes to regard him as if awaiting orders. Gellert never had an elf growing up mainly because his eccentric old aunt with whom he'd lived hadn't wished anyone else touching her things. He could not remember his parents, they died too suddenly and relatively young, leaving no magical portraits to console him. He had no idea if they had had an elf before Gellert had to go live with his great aunt. The only remnant that might have belonged to his early childhood was a drawing of an old elf with sad eyes.

His great aunt was nice, but despite being able to recall events in magical history, could not tell him if the elf truly belonged to his family or not. Trying to relate to his past as a child, he'd attempted to find any familiar features on the elven face, and eventually gave up. On the picture, on the elf, on figuring out more about his family. It was all a useless distraction when even then he knew that greater things awaited him. Thinking about the presumed family elf, made him feel stuck inside of himself and the old pain of not even relating to other children.
"Mr. Grindelwald," the elf asked, his small polite voice yanking Gellert back to the present. He found himself giving Bramble a grateful smile. "Is there something Bramble can get for you?"

Gellert could not recall the last time he was asked if he required something. He nearly professed to need nothing, but a look of encouragement from Blaise caused him to speak other words instead, if hesitantly.

"Well...As odd as it may sound, I feel out of my time...though obviously as I am here this is also my time...but as I have not been participating in its passage for over fifty years, I have no idea what is readily accessible. If I am asking too much of you, please don't hesitate to disregard my request," he told the elf. "In Germany we had this butterbeer with a hint of dark chocolate...And later in France there was a strange and delightful form of butterbeer with a dollop of pineapple and a sprinkle of nutmeg. Both brands had something in them that would give one energy. As we are to be working on some rather complex magical items, extra energy to boost our magic can only help. If you could produce anything similar to either of those drinks to give us an extra boost of energy, it would be appreciated greatly."

The elf looked thoughtful and Gellert nearly told him not to trouble himself, but before he could speak the elf bowed and vanished with a crack.

Before Gellert could express his regret at putting the elf to trouble, Blaise spoke.

"That was a good idea! Bramble loves a challenge, so he'll come up with something soon enough and you're right. We can use the energy."
This served to ease Gellert's mind and the two resumed formulating their plans for the mirror. Bramble returned in less than half an hour with two large glasses of frothing butterbeer.

"The Mistress says Bramble is to go shopping for supplies tomorrow, so he will have your mirror then," the elf gravely explained. "Mistress does not wish for Bramble to be out late at this time. She and the master feel the streets will be more dangerous late at night."

Blaise sighed and shrugged. "Very well," he drawled with an exasperated shake of his head. "My paranoid parents are at it again," he complained to Gellert. "We have the two new books I apparently risked a dementor snogging for, so we can just relax and read those today. One specializes in rare and lost charms and enchantments while the other has spells for removing enchantments from objects. Disenchantment's, it is called. Both could be useful reads for our current projects."

"That sounds good," Gellert admitted. Though he would love to sink his teeth into some interesting magical work right now, a day of study was probably not a bad idea. His mind was still becoming accustom to freedom, after all. Though taking it easy was not his style as a rule, a day of adjustment may be just what he needed.

"Very good," Bramble said, carefully setting the full glasses down on the table before Gellert and Blaise.
"Thank you very much, Bramble," Gellert said, lifting his and taking a careful sip before giving a smile of pleased surprise. "It is the dark chocolate variety! You are amazing!"
The elf gave an embarrassed smile and slight bow. "Bramble is glad that his attempt pleases Gellert Grindelwald. "If there will be nothing else, he shall return to Master Blaise's parents. They have him apparating letters that they do not trust to the owl post," the elf said, obviously struggling not to look bored at the very idea.
"I'm sorry,"Blaise said sincerely, biting back a laugh.
"Thank you," Bramble said, then with another slight bow, apparated out with a crack.

"Lets take these glasses up to the dorm where my books are," Blaise suggested. "This is really good," he added enthusiastically after taking a sip from his own. Gellert nodded, giving a pleased smile, happy that Blaise also liked his butterbeer with a hint of dark chocolate and a lot of energy. Gellert could already feel more energized, and he was impressed with Bramble all the more.

They left the great hall and Blaise led Gellert down to the dungeons. As they walked, Gellert silently pondered over elves and how little he truly knew of them. He could never quite understand the mystery of the elves from reading about their history. It simply lacked coherence. At first the elves almost seemed to be described as larger than life. Then a few centuries later, something made them reduced, and their descriptions became similar to the ones he found later concerning their forced service to wizarding kind. No account for the change was given, and after a while, Gellert moved on to other interests, leaving the mystery alone. Now interacting with bramble and witnessing his impressive magical capabilities, he found his curiosity peaked once again. When Blaise spoke, though, he forgot about that line of thought for the time being.

"I never thought I'd be walking to the Slytherin dorms with you," he said with a chuckle. As he spoke, Blaise lightly placed his hand over Gellert's, leaving it there as they walked. If Gellert pulled away, he would take that as a clear sign that the other man did not feel the same attraction that Blaise was experiencing. He knew Rita Skeeter was a liar, but sometimes she did sprinkle in a few grains of truth just for fun. Blaise never believed that Grindelwald and Dumbledore had actually ever had a thing, but if Grindelwald was open to men, Blaise was very open to that!

For his part, Blaise had only shagged two girls, ever. Both were Ravenclaws. There was only one experience with a bloke, and that one Blaise hadn't started. A fellow Slytherin on the Quidditch team had put the move on him last year just two weeks before term ended. The two had been alone in the common room studying for end of term exams while most everyone else had gone to bed. Shocked, Blaise would've flattened the other boy had his body not responded. Curious, he'd fooled around with him a little but there had been no penetration. Blaise wasn't attracted to him enough to risk something going into his bum that he may not enjoy to put it bluntly.

The next day, the bloke had obsessed over him just like a girl! One of the two girls Blaise had shagged obsessed over him the same way and it was very off putting. Once Blaise experienced a person he was done. They no longer held any interest for him and he was ready for the next new thing, be it a person or book or trip to a foreign country with his parents over the summer. He never led anyone on or indicated that there would be more between them after they had their fun so why they got all clingy he never understood. He really really hated it, though.

"It's odd walking through any school with a friend at my side," Gellert replied to Blaise's comment with a chuckle and without moving his hand away from Blaise's own. "I never truly managed to connect with many fellow students during my school days," he admitted.

"Another thing we have in common," Blaise said, nearly giddy from the amount of pleasure he took in that fact.

Gellert gave an incredulous laugh.
"I can't imagine you not surrounded by friends."
Blaise cringed.
"Gods I can't stand most people! And I could say the same of you. I picture you surrounded by throngs of acolytes."

"That was only later," Gellert said, shrugging as though that was hardly the same thing. When they reached the Slytherin common room, Blaise gave an inner sigh of regret when he had to remove his hand from Gellert's. He spoke the password to the portrate.
"Pureblood."
Gellert smiled as that was fitting. In the seventh year boy's dorms, they found several trunks stacked in a corner, the top one having a tag with Gellert Grindelwald written on it in Bramble's neat cramped hand. While Blaise plundered his own trunks for the two new books, Gellert opened his to find the toothbrush and comb that was promised to him earlier along with neatly folded clothing.
"Here they are," Blaise said in a satisfied tone as he straightened from an open trunk with two books in his hands. "Which would you like to start with? I figure we can start with one then trade off later."

Blaise was allowing him to choose which book he wanted to read! That warmed Gellert in a way he could only describe as flattering and touching but not in the way he was accustom to being flattered. He was once used to people fussing over him when he was a Dark Lord.

When the elite dark wizards he accepted into his inner circle would offer him his due, he eventually took it for granted. He was in charge, he earned the very best the world had to offer. But somehow Blaise had quickly become an equal. Blaise's high regard and willingness to share so freely meant more to him than it had from anyone else. Blaise did not treat him with the deference shown by his former followers. Instead he treated him like a friend and an equal.

"I can start with the one on disenchantments," he said and the two settled down across from one another on the narrow beds to read. After a while, Blaise put his book down and reached for his glass of butterbeer that sat beside Gellert's on the nearby table.
"How is that book so far," he asked.

"The author is interesting and I enjoy his theories thus far," Gellert said, lowering the book to look over at Blaise. "Especially how instead of interacting with the enchantment itself, he suggests dealing with the area around it. That concept of finding the weakest point from the outside, it is brilliant, though probably not always time efficient. There are some items that likely could not be disenchanted any other way, though, especially those cursed items often found in Egyptian tombs."

Seeing Blaise with the butterbeer he stretched then reached for his own glass.
"I wonder how long we have been reading?"

"Long enough," Blaise observed. "It's getting dark. Soon we'll need a reading light, but each bed has one."

"It's a pity we don't have the mirror or at least the pendants to work on eventually," Gellert said. "If I read for too long at a stretch, my mind tends to wander and I lose focus."

Blaise nodded. "Perhaps Mag will have the pendants for us today and bring them to dinner."

"Is she a professor here," Gellert asked and Blaise shook his head.
"Just a friend of Professor Snape and Kereston and Millie. Her parents started working with Wolfgang as well.

Before he lost his nerve Blaise stood and crossed the short distance to Gellert's bed. Sitting down beside him he said, "If you're tired of reading, there is something else we could do to pass the time."
Gellert grinned, his blue eyes flashing with eager interest and curiosity. "Alright! What've you got?"

Gellert Grindelwald was fascinating. He was everything Blaise expected but surprisingly social and vivacious as well in the most charming of ways that Blaise found difficult...no impossible to resist. "I didn't exactly wish to be alone today, yet the company of just anyone would've been unbearable. You seem to be just what I needed." As Blaise spoke, he slid his arm around Gellert's back and drew him in for what suddenly turned into the most intense kiss of his life. Gods but the pretty blonde was intoxicating and the feeling of Gellert's slender arms hard around him caused all coherent thoughts to fade.

Gellert had expected that Blaise would suggest some sort of magical activity, but he had no idea it would be physical. For an instant, he felt himself going stiff with shock when the other man's mouth claimed his but when his long dead libido roared to life he responded without a second thought.
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In the Dark, A Zabini/ Grindelwald fanfic