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ORIGINAL: The Amour	By : Manhattan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3804 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Chapter Seventeen]

Blaise had been keeping to the shadows lately. He never spoke to Draco, never made eye contact with him, never did anything that would put him off as ‘suspicious’. The only times his eyes flickered over the blonde was during classes when everyone was taking notes and such. Draco, being the overachiever that all the Slytherins knew him to be, was always busy jotting everything down carefully and never noticed the cold dark eyes penetrating the side of his face.

Blaise would stare at the pale and flawless complexion, the intent silver pools of mercury skimming back and forth across the parchment, the thin rosy lips that were parted ever so slightly.... the lips that had been reclaimed by a certain filthy Gryffindor...

Yes, he knew about Draco and Harry. He knew that they were back to being a couple. Knew that Seamus had failed to keep Harry as his own...

Perhaps if he’d been a Gryffindor, who tended to act irrationally when caught up in the moment, he’d have whipped out his wand and cursed Harry Potter the minute he laid eyes on him. But no, he was a Slytherin. And Slytherins did not do stupid things, at least to other’s knowledge.

The one thing that students who were not in Slytherin seemed to think, was that Blaise was more or less like Draco Malfoy, except more mysterious.

They thought that Blaise was just as evil, just as cold, just as heartless. They all knew the background of the Zabini’s. Cruel folk that supported The Dark Lord with all the icy passion that they possessed. They thought that Zabini would become the next most loyal Death Eater in Voldemort’s rank.

Little did they know that in the world of the Dark, it was not so. His fellow housemates did not affiliate with him in any way. They did not want anything to do with him, for their parents (who were also Death Eaters) had warned them that Blaise was a no-good, scum of a traitor. Draco had been his only ally but now that the boy had left him, he was alone. All alone. His family even acted as if they had no son. He never got a letter, or any sort of owl at all for that matter.

Why? The reason was because although Blaise Zabini might indeed by very cruel and very heartless, he had refused to support The Dark Lord in any way. He would not let his father force him into receiving the Dark Mark. The only person that knew about this was Draco. This was why Draco was not afraid of him. Draco knew that Blaise would not tell Lucius Malfoy a word about him and Harry.

+Flash Back+

It was the summer before Blaise’s sixth year and they were standing in one of the many dimly lit rooms of the Zabini Mansion.

A tall and dark man was towering over a smaller and very similar figure who had his arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

“Blaise. You know what will become of you if you refuse to follow in your family’s footsteps.”

“Of course I know.”

“But think of Lucius Malfoy’s son. He is the most highly regarded son of a Death Eater. Wouldn’t it be most pleasing if YOU were the one to bring Harry Potter into the hands of the Dark Lord? He would reward you well.”

“Father, I will not have anything to do with the Dark Lord. Nothing will change my mind.”

Gustavon Blaise just smirked and fingered his black ring passively.

“I will give you very little time to change your mind Blaise. One more year and The Dark Lord shall not be too happy...”

Blaise glared at his father. “You can give me all the time in the world and I still won’t let myself sink that low. I’m nothing like you.”

Gustavon drew his wand out and pointed it at his son. “You will be like me even if I must force you. You will not destroy the Zabini name with your mutiny, do I speak clearly?”

“Clear as ice, father.” the younger Zabini hissed. “But force me you’ll have to, because I’ve made my mind up.”

Gustavon studied his son’s face menacingly. His eyes were not longer smirking, they were narrowed and full of fury.

“What is it that you so despise about your very own family, Blaise?” he whispered, voice cutting through the still air like a knife. “Why disobey the Dark Lord when he is so powerful and so generous?”

Blaise sneered. “Powerful yes, but generous? Murdering all those muggles just because he finds amusement in it? All the stupid Death Eaters that join his rank will be killed by him in the end. He’s too selfish to share the power.”

Suddenly, a red light shot out at Blaise’s chest. Blaise let out a scream of agony and crumpled to the floor writhing.

“You will not speak in that manner of our Lord. And I will use the Cruciatus on you if I must.” Gustavon snarled, not lifting the curse off the boy crying out on the floor. “You have no choice Blaise.”

Blaise couldn’t only answer with more painful cries. His father stepped over his rigid body and retrieved something from his cloak.

“When you have finally come to your senses and set your priorities straight, then use this.”

When Blaise finally felt the pain fade and his consciousness returning, he opened his eyes to see that his father had left him.

Taking deep steadying breaths, he pushed himself up off the floor. His whole body was still shaking uncontrollably and his mind was frozen with fear.

In his numb hand, he was gripping a long, silver chain. In the middle of it, was the adverse and infamous Zabini crest. One that at sight, would send cold shivers up anyone’s spine.

Crushing it between his fingers, he shoved the cursed silver far into his trouser pocket.

It was useless, even if he tried to fight his father and Voldemort, they’d end up using some sort of unforgivable curse to twist his way of thinking. They’d win in the end anyhow.....

+Present+

Blaise was alone in his dormitory, sitting on his bed and staring into the darkness. He didn’t bothe lig light any candles, he rather liked the ominous gloom enveloping him.

All the others were at dinner in the Great Hall. He wasn’t hungry. He hadn’t been hungry for the longest time. Ever since he’d confronted his father so many months ago, something inside him had changed. He wasn’t the same fearless and undaunted soul anymore.

Yet, his obsession of the godly blonde was still as impassioned as ever. Every spare minute, it seemed that his was was thinking about him.

I suppose father and I are not so different after all. He thought dismally. His father would do anything to make Blaise join the dark side, and Blaise would do anything to make Draco his.

It seemed impossible. He’d done everything. Yet each time, the loathsome Harry Potter would get in the way....

Harry Potter.....

A thought flickered in Blaise’s mind.

His father wanted him to support the Dark Lord.

And he wanted to get Draco away from Harry.

What if it was the other way around? The answer was all too simple, for he held the deadly power to change all, in his very hands.

Both sides would get what they wanted.... and if he could have Draco, he didn’t care anymore about hating Voldemort and his cronies. He would take the consequences...

His heart was beginning to beat madly in his chest. His mouth became dry and he licked his lips with a crazed fever boiling inside him.

Yes.....Yes. This had to be the answer..... it was the only way.....

Smiling grimly to himself, he got up off his bed and picked up his wand.

“Disillumus” he said, putting the wand tip to the crown of his head.

The next second, his body had faded into the scenery around him and he made his way to the door.

The school was completely empty of students as everyone was currently feasting on dinner. He hadn’t a plan yet, but he would succeed somehow. He had to.

His mind was so full of thoughts that he had no idea how his feet managed to take him to the entrance of the Great Hall, but when he got there, what he was looking for, was no where to be seen. He searched all the tables, and realized the boy was not in the Great Hall at all.

He frowned and violently pulled out his wand from his robe pocket.

“Find Harry Potter.” he said quietly.

The wand suddenly levitated an inch out of his palm and began spinning around madly. Finally it jerked and stopped.

He immediately broke into a fast walk in the direction the wand was pointing. As soon as he came to the end of the hall, the wand spun left and he continued down another corridor, and another, and another.

He was now so deep into the unvisited parts of the school that he lost track of where he was.

But something looked familiar about the dingy surroundings. He kept running until the wand whirled around to point to a narrow and lightless corridor that he recognized as the one he’d led Draco to long ago.

He stood there, noiselessly for a second, before he began to hear the faint voice of someone crying. He knew it was Potter.

It couldn’t be more perfect. Potter was alone. No one was there to see what would happen in a few minutes time. And no one would suspect Blaise because he’d be in his dormitory after dinner was over...

Smirking evilly, he slipped his wand back into his robes and started walking toward the echoing voice. He didn’t even try to muffle the sounds of his footsteps. There was no need for that, for Potter would be caught completely off guard...

As he got closer, the sniffling stopped and a distinct and frantic scuffling reached his ears.

Before the boy could slip away, he halted and whispered in a harsh voice;

“Harry.”

The boy froze and turned his head slowly, a look of horror on his face.

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Harry felt as if someone had shoved a block of ice down his back. He’d been caught in such a place that a of of house points was to be expected. But worse then that, they’d heard him crying and they’d probably figured out by now from Harry’s incoherent muttering of Draco’s name, that there was something to suspect.

He didn’t even attempt to run. He knew he was caught. Whoever it was knew he was there.

He slowly turned his head, bracing himself for whatever might be coming, but he received a shock when he saw that the corridor was ceteletely empty. There was no one there that he could see.

He’d definitely heard someone say his name. There was no mistaking that.

“Wh-who’s there?” he called out shakily.

His query was answered by the sound of the footsteps again.

But still, no one was there.

“Who are you?” he said again, more boldly.

Suddenly, something strong and hard clamped over his mouth and another yanked his hands behind his back.

Harry yelled and struggled to get lose, but the grip was impossibly powerful. Even Harry’s Quidditch training didn’t couldn’t match the strength of whatever it was that was binding him.

“Mfftff!” He continued to try and belt out through his closed mouth, but it was as if he had no control over his body.

He couldn’t even reach for his wand which was sticking out foolishly
from his rear pocket.

“Legario.” the invisible figure hissed and tight ropes that cut into his
wrists, replaced the hands.

The sudden binding made Harry lose balance and he fell over onto the floor.

He hit his head hard onto the stone floor and before his mind began blacking out, he felt something cold, clasping around his neck and a strong jerk pulled at the back of his nasal. The gray colarouaround him began whirling endlessly until he could see no anymore.

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