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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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Gellert was startled when Blaise's mother demanded to see him outside in the hall. No one had success by making such demands of him back in the old days, but these were new days and he had to force himself to keep his shoulders straight and his head erect as he calmly rose from his chair.
"Yes, Madame, how may I be of service," Gellert cautiously wondered as he accompanied the fearsome lady outside, wishing he had even a hint of an idea about what awaited him in the hall.

Sabra Zabini did not speak until they were outside the great hall with the doors closed. She then flicked her wand around them in a circle, murmuring a silencing charm so that no one passing by or attempting to eavesdrop from inside could hear what was said by the two in the circle. She knew her son, after all, and wouldn't put it past him to decide he should be in on the conversation even when not invited. She could've been proud of such behavior when not directed at her own goals.

"So..."She said, locking gazes with the blue eyes of Gellert Grindelwald, thinking strangely how much like her own they were. Gellert's were just a few shades darker and warmer than her own ice blue that she'd passed down to Blaise, but still they were very similar indeed. "What is it, precisely, that you think to achieve by seducing my 17 year old son? He may be legal, but that won't stop me from stopping your intentions, whatever they are, trust you me."

Her tone was calm but as ice cold as her eyes and as firm as a mountain. Though the lady was only average in height and willow thin, she somehow managed to be formidable. She stood in a winter green flowing floor length dress of summer silk and somehow managed to radiate the feeling of pure ice. To Gellert's mind, She had the cold lovely grace of a ship's figurehead. When she spoke so bluntly of he and Blaise...together, Gellert literally had to struggle to keep an expression of true shock from his face. How had she known?

Though he never used to shy away from a confrontation, things were different now. His mental state was still subdued by a long lasting punishment that he did not wish to endure again. And to make matters worse, this feeling business made him...feel, vulnerable.

Though he'd enjoyed the women in his life well enough, none of them had meant anything to him. Blaise was different, though. He connected to Blaise in a way akin to the way he connected with himself. Nothing else had ever felt like that. The connection wasn't just sexual though that had definitely been above and beyond anything he'd ever experienced in the past. The connection was mental on so many levels. Blaise saw magical connections much the same way Gellert did and approached spellwork in a similar way that no one else had ever been able to fully grasp. The two had similar moralities and Gellert enjoyed the fact he could be free to fully express himself to Blaise. Unlike with anyone else, he didn't have to make a pretty rational for why he thought as he thought or did as he did. Blaise wasn't blind with worship as were his former followers, either. He just wanted to know Gellert the man, not what he had once stood for.

It was just unfortunate that something so wonderful could suddenly become so complicated. On one hand there was Blaise, who surprised him into experiencing previously unexplored physical sensations as well as a strong emotional connection the likes of which he'd never expected. On the other hand there was his mother, whose good graces he perhaps needed. He simply could not afford to alienate her with a flippant response of the sort he would have given to anyone else, and still itched to give despite every consideration of caution. He tried to remind himself to think it all over more carefully, but the words spilled out of his mouth of their own volition, choosing their own course.
"No disrespect intended, but I can hardly be expected to achieve anything from a 17 year old boy. I have learned to take care of myself when I was 16 years old. Proper care or not, but I took responsibility over my life. And anything I ever required for myself, I had the skills to build. Be they charms, or an empire of followers. I never needed partners equal to me, and never met superior ones. So your assumption can never apply to the likes of me," Gellert spoke, though his old time arrogance was not as fully evident in his voice as it would have been once.

And did he not truly consider Blaise a partner and an equal at least in potential? If Blaise was willing to take the title, of course he did, but that had nothing to do with the purity of their connection. It had been mutually formed with no ulterior motives what so ever.

"When your son offered to...explore the physical element of our acquaintance, I did find his logic to be infallible. He was correct in suggesting that we could benefit each other, only perhaps not in the way you would have suspected.
In other words, if other words are necessary, whatever you believe I hoped to get from him, he already encouraged me to take, and gave me no indication that the, well, taking was bound by any time constraints or limited in any way. Is that going to be a problem? I don't blame you, but if it is, I suppose Blaise might need to be invited to participate in this conversation and to be made aware that our budding...acquaintance is being frowned upon," Gellert suggested, almost tactfully, for him.

Only when interacting with someone's mother did Gellert truly realize that he knew little to nothing about parent child interaction. He lacked as much personally having lost his own at such a young age. The dynamic was foreign to him yet he found himself thrust into it regardless in this particular situation. He suddenly understood that this was one reason the exchange was so uncomfortable. It was parental in nature and he had no experience with that at all.

Sabra's expression made her inner struggle evident as she mentally floundered for words while her mouth opened and shut a few times, eyes nearly bulging as they stared at Gellert Grindelwald. She was quite unable to hide her shock and incredulity so didn't bother trying. Her son...was...He fancied boys, or at least one boy. And she'd believed Grindelwald had taken advantage of her son but it seemed to have gone the other way around with the poor man just out of prison!
Sabra decided to momentarily latch onto the one point she could address properly, out of family pride if nothing else.

"As for what you could want from him, you once needed followers. You could be starting by ensnaring another who has friends and influence to build your following anew. It's useful and don't bother to pretend that it wouldn't be were such your plans. Blaise is not insignificant. He travels in high social circles if few of them. He does have taste as well as standards, after all," she said, struggling to draw her own customary haughtiness around her like a cloak of dignity.

It would've worked too were she not floundering over the other bit.
"However...as you did not do what I incorrectly accused you of doing, that point is perhaps irrelevant. I was...unaware that my son was a predator," she said carefully, attempting to edge her way toward an apology with some amount of dignity.
"I...I...the last I was aware he fancied girls...but...if this has changed...I suppose he went big...I mean..."She spluttered, wondering in inner frustration why why why she had to choose such wrong words while putting her foot in her mouth. "I...That is, at least no mother can complain about anyone bringing you home, as it were, even if the gender happens to be the same..."
She drew in a breath while struggling to collect herself.

If Gellert understood her halting, embarrassed words properly, she had just given him a compliment. It appeared not all the dark wizards of today found him unworthy or unimpressive. Though he was still hesitant to draw any sort of conclusion that would set him at ease, he felt flattered.
"Thank you," he said, feeling his own face breaking into a shy smile.
It must be the parent thing because no one ever made him feel shy.
Sabra gave a brief nod.
"Which reminds me," she said briskly. "Is he bringing you home for Christmas? Because I start arrangements early." Frowning her eyes scanned Gellert from head to toe. "And those clothes are ill fitting. I didn't see Adler bringing you more. Shall we take you clothes shopping? I don't expect you have any money but it's not an issue for us so don't fret it.

She waved a hand dismissively before he could fret it
You and Blaise shall surely make plenty on your collaborations. He is very driven, you know, and wanting his own independence when it comes to finances, not that we've ever deprived him of anything. He's already sold enchanted items to a few school mates, and with the two of you working together, it's only a matter of time before you come up with items to sell."

Gellert had prepared some counter arguments. He was going to claim ignorance of social connections, inability to use his body to seduce a young man, however gifted. He even started drawing strength from the initial accusation to launch his own defense, and then her conclusion took him utterly by surprise! An even greater surprise than the spell leveled at him that put him in Nurmengard, one he had expected to be able to counter but couldn't, for some reason.
"So you're saying..." It was his turn to flounder in this sea of unexpected motherly good graces.

"Well, a soft kind of predator I suppose our Blaise could be called, considering his prey was most willing," he began to defend Blaise, then realized his defense may have brought him to the unfamiliar terrain of inescapable vulgarities that no ones mother would find amusing.
It was definitely time to move on and address something else the lady had said.
"Christmas, really? Well, I don't think we got to discuss it, that is, I would be honored, unless Blaise himself or the rest of your family objects. But you are certain of not objecting yourself? That is...unexpected. And you volunteer to take me clothes shopping? Well, I thought I would do just that at some point, only I didn't expect the opportunity to arrive so soon. I accept, gladly," Gellert heard himself saying, his tone appropriately uncertain, considering how badly he was taken aback by the change in the conversation.
His mind then moved to her words on why he would want to ensnare Blaise, and now that she knew he had not done so it was safe to speak on the matter.

"Ah, yes, Blaise is very special, I could see that right away. And I definitely understand being driven, some would say I was the same, and not always for everybody's greater good," Gellert unexpectedly confided, chuckling uncomfortably which to his ears sounded as uncharacteristic for him as his earlier uncertainty. The Zabinis proved to be a unique bunch, in his opinion, and made him experience quite unique emotions in turn. Only moments earlier the woman had managed to practically terrify HIM, and now he felt comfortable enough to confide in her at least a little.

Sabra studied Gellert Grindelwald as he spoke. A grand wizard, knowledgeable and worthy of respect and some awe still. Yet at the same time, uncannily such a boy now with that youthening potion and more uncertain than her own Blaise. At times she thought Blaise had grown up too fast and that this was the fault of his parents and their choices. She could've been guilty about that had she felt there were better choices to be made. Everyone had to pay a little thanks to Voldemort, may he die painfully.

"I still honestly don't know quite what to make of the...two men bit, but Blaise has the right to do as he likes so long as it was his choice. He is of age. And I most certainly wouldn't invite you to Christmas did I not mean it," she said a bit sharply, giving Gellert a stern frown.
"Now lets go back in there and finish breakfast then we're off clothes shopping. Consider it my apology for taking your head off over the entire thing."

Sabra Zabini was the black widow even if her only husband was still very much alive and she did not apologize. Striding back into the great hall, she paused beside Bramble's chair where he sat at Geo's other side from where she'd been sitting.
"When you've finished eating, would you put that folder Millicent and Wolfgang brought for Gellert in his dorm room, please? He will be clothes shopping directly after breakfast, so he can read it when we return."
The elf nodded, then turned gravely to Gellert.
"Did the butterbeer that Bramble made turn out suitably? Did Gellert Grindelwald get enough energy from the mixture? If it was not enough, Bramble can continue to work to improve his methods."

"We had plenty of energy for everything we needed to do last night, thank you, Bramble," Gellert replied honestly, struggling and nearly succeeding to keep an amused smile from his face.

"I bloody bet you did," Kereston said with a laugh, and Sabra chuckled then attempted to hide the fact that she'd laughed by pretending to cough.

"Would Gellert Grindelwald like more today," Bramble asked.
His grave expression did not waver, indicating his lack of curiosity concerning the amusement of Sabra or Kereston.

"What'd I miss," Blaise's father asked, glancing from his wife to Kereston then back again.

"Trust me you don't want to know," Sabra said dryly.
"I'll still tell you later anyway," she added with a smirk.
"More butterbeer of the sort you made yesterday would be wonderful, if it isn't too much trouble," Gellert told the elf with a pleased smile.
"I'd like more as well, please," Blaise said. "Gellert and I have a lot of work to do today on items of defense for the school as well as the medallions we spoke of yesterday for all of us to wear."
He'd given Gellert a look of open curiosity when he and Blaise's mum had returned from their conversation, but he knew he'd have to wait until they were alone for the details.

"We're going clothes shopping for Gellert right after breakfast, so Bramble can have the drinks ready for you when you return," Sabra said.
Blaise couldn't help giving his mother a surprised glance. It was nice she was taking Gellert clothes shopping, but still he wondered why.

Reading the question in her son's eyes Sabra huffed a sigh.
"I wanted to give Gellert something in way of an apology for jumping down his throat. I somehow thought him the sort to perhaps seduce an innocent young boy, but I was set straight. Apparently I raised a little spider predator."
She actually laughed as she shook her head while Blaise tried not to flush.
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