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The Snake and the Eagle	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: The Snake and the Eagle

Pairing: Future AdrianxBlaise

Fandom; Harry Potter

Disclaimer: I don't own HP franchise. If I did there would have been slash.

Summary: A bird may love a snake but where would they live? The only child of famous Veela model Gabriella Baianchessi, Blaise Zabini grows up mostly unloved, limited social interactions and distrustful of people and promises. Adrian Pucey grows up the pampered only child of neutral Slytherins Lord and Lady Pucey. Blaise's mother expects him to bond to the elder Greengrass heiress Daphne and become consort to the future Lady Greengrass. So her prospective grandchildren might be titled. Adrian's parents wish for him to bond to the beautiful Giselle Goyle. However, Blaise was born Veela therefore only one person can satisfy him and ground his magic. Will Blaise be able to open his heart and learn to trust or will he become an emotionless shell trapped in a loveless relationship?

Author Note: dedicated to Harmony Stanzer who plays Adrian on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry forum where I play Blaise. This idea sort evolved during our plotting the relationship between them. However there it is platonic...

BTW this tale is turning out to be a side-story/prequel to I did not sleep with that Wizard! Which works since Blaise and Adrian aren't getting as much attention there.

Chapter 21

The Third Task was drawing closer and Blaise was still running his betting pool of course people were secretly betting on Potter now having scored so well at the Previous tasks.

The younger years while still afraid of Draco were secretly rooting for Harry because he was closer to their age.

People like Krum were already so far above them…

Disliking Diggory, his money was on Krum or Potter.

Draco was taking his anger at Potter to an insane level. He was brooding and moody…

This jealousy was ridiculous…

If he didn’t know better he’d think Draco actually liked Potter but that was impossible right? After all, his father was a Death Eater and he did pick on that Muggleborn witch friend of Potter’s. Of course the battles with the bloodtraitor were usually started by said bloodtraitor.

How someone of Potter’s stand could stand to be surrounded by…no friends with persons like that Blaise hadn’t a clue…

Blaise tried distract himself by worrying about Draco, because it was a lot simpler then thinking about himself.

Just thinking about his doomed love life was painful.

Even if he insisted on secrecy it wasn’t as if he was ashamed of being Adrian’s lover. He wished he could rub it in everyone’s face that he had Slytherin Prefect and Chaser Adrian Pucey’s heart.

He couldn’t Adrian was expected to bond to Giselle Goyle, who was the beauty of their House.

Their parents would never approve.

They would be forcefully separated and made to bond to witches not of their own choosing.

The thought of his mate with another was painful and made it hard to breathe sometimes.

Sometimes he had panic attacks after nightmares that Adrian left him, after he was told that he wasn’t wanted or needed.

It didn’t matter that he was rich, his mother’s only heir and could bear Pucey heirs. He wasn’t beautiful rich and blonde. He was some crazy Veela who sunk his claws into Adrian using his allure.

Such fear kept him from ever using it knowingly.

Blaise struggled to hide everything Veela about him. He would never manipulate Adrian, he would have to give him up one day even if it killed him inside.

Adrian…

What were those lines that Prewett was reading to Greg a while back?

Ay me! For aught that I could ever read,

Could ever heard by tale or history,

The course of true love never did run smooth;

But, either it was different in --

O cross! Too high to be enthralled to low.

Or else misgaffed in respect of years,--

Oh hell! Too choose love by another’s eyes.

If then true lovers have ever been cross’d

It stands as an edict in destiny:

Then let it teach our trial patience

Because it is a customary cross,

As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs,

Wishes and tears, poor fancy’s followers

If only he had the courage to say such words.

Blaise looked to see in his hand was a muggle book…

A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare

He opened it…

My good Lysander! I swear to thee by Cupid’s strongest bow,

By his best arrow with the golden head,

By the simplicity of Venus’ doves,

By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves,

By all the vows that ever men have broke,

In number more then ever women have spoke,

In that same place thou hasn’t appointed me,

To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.

Blaise wished he had the ability to say such words.

He may be Veela but he didn’t have a way with words like that.

He paged through to see words by a character named Helena.

It is not night when I see your face,

Therefore I think I am not in the night;

Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company

For you in my respect are all the world:

Then how can it be said that I am alone,

When all the world is here to look on me?

The book was snatched out of his hand…

“What is this?”

Blaise shivered.

Adrian frowned, “Isn’t this Prewett’s book?”

Blaise scowled, “I didn’t steal it.”

“Of course not. You’re not the type.” Adrian said holding up a hand.

“She dropped it. I was just seeing why she liked it.”

“Oh Helena, goddess, nymph, prefect, divine!

To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?

Crystal is muddy. Oh how ripe in show

Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!

That pure congealed white high Taurus snow,

Fann’d with the eastern wind turns to a crow

When thou hold’st up thy hand: O let me kiss

This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss.”

They sounded different when Adrian read them.

“I think that description and words might suit someone like Giselle but if they came from someone like Millie they would have actual meaning. I would trade a dove for a raven any day. You are the opposite of Giselle in every way. I swear to you Blaise,” Adrian leaned close taking advantage of the secluded alcove Blaise had hid himself in. “some day we will be together always. I told you before I’m not letting you go. No one can make you feel as I can. Daphne can’t love you the way I can.”

“I know that you idiot.” Blaise muttered darkly.

“You don’t believe me yet. Someday you’ll be carrying my children and wearing my ring. I won’t share you, I won’t give you up. You belong to me Blaise body and soul.” Adrian said before kissing him.

Blaise wavered, almost believing him but he couldn’t put his hopes in dreams in a man who might be forcefully taken away.

He was so used to be abandoned that trusting Adrian completely to stay was impossible. He loved the older Slytherin too much to be able to resist his bed. He would continue to give his body into Adrian’s keeping but he tried to wall up his heart to protect himself from betrayal.

“Come to bed Blaise. I have always been yours, and I always will be.” Adrian said kissing him again.

Blaise pushed him off, “Not in public…”

“Then come to my room. Please. I know its revision time but I miss you please…” Adrian whispered.

"Fine.” Being a NEWT student his work was harder and Adrian had such high marks. Yet his lover still made time for him, it made Blaise feel so guilty.

Adrian led the way to his private room, pinning him to the inside of the door as he cast locking charms.

Blaise’s clothes were banished, to the floor. Adrian’s hands touched him everywhere and his lips were kissed so hard he knew they bruised.

“Please Blaise…let me love you… Mio Prezioso… Ti amo mio caro.”

As much as he resented his mother, hearing his mother language coming from Adrian’s lips was almost enough to make him weep.

Blaise had fingers teasing his nipple, a hand on his cock and lips on his neck. A phrase in Basque, his father’s language that he learned painstakingly fell from his lips. “Nire bihotza...”

Adrian stopped, Blaise never called him an endearment. That’s what it sounded like… “What does it mean?”

“No.”

“That isn’t what it means. Don’t lie Blaise.” Adrian frowned.

“I won’t tell you. Just take me…” those weren’t the words he wanted to say…

Blaise knew that Adrian could speak French and Italian but basque wasn’t a language he knew. He stammered out the words he wanted to say in Basque, ‘I love you so much it hurts. I don't want to lose you. I'll have to let you go someday but it will destroy me. You’ll take my heart with you.’

Adrian couldn’t understand the words but the pain in them he could. “Promise me you won’t run from me. Blaise promise me you won’t leave.”

“You’ll leave first remember? You’ll graduate; you’ll get engaged and bonded to Giselle: I’ve accepted that.” Blaise said quietly.

Perhaps, he had but Adrian hadn’t. He wouldn’t give up without a fight. Adrian carried Blaise to the bed casting preparation and contraceptive charms. He slowly made love to Blaise, branding him inside and out with his body. “I want to stay with you…always.”

If only they could always wake up together and sleep together…

Adrian would gladly give up his last Knut to be with him.

Was this out the legendary Queen of Slytherin felt?

Adrian knew he had Blaise’s heart and his love, gifts worth any price. His lover was priceless… yet he would gladly give everything up for him. Someday he would be free to bond to Blaise and he would have him. Keeping him away from a besotted Daphne was worth it. because of her attentions, Blaise disliked her…

Her excessive fawning over his Blaise made him jealous. She didn’t fawn like a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff but she was like a dog with a bone…

Adrian wished he could tie Blaise to his bed and keep him there. If it weren’t for classes he would in a heartbeat…

Two halves of a coin, difference yet entwined together…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?

A/N; Lines from Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream.

Translation notes: Nire bihotza- Basque for my heart. Mio Prezioso - Italian, my precious Ti amo mio caro - Italian, I love you my dear.

delia cerrano - Blaise doesn't trust their parents to care about their happiness. His mother's never really been a part of his life. She can't even remember his birthday and has no idea his favourite subjects. Its not that Blaise doesn't want to be with Adrian always, he just doesn't want to put his hopes in a dream that might whither and die. He doesn't mean to whinge. He wants to be realistic. He doesn't want to use the oldest trick in the book and get pregnant. His mother's reputation is half his problem. People don't trust Blaise because of his mother. Unless they actually know him of course. Blaise's mother isn't like most mothers, I think she would trade Blaise to have his father back in a heartbeat. I don't think she every really wanted to be a mother. Adrian is a kind, smart young man, rich and he's the heir to a title that has great wealth. Not like the Malfoys or the Potters but adaquate Adrian is the type some parents would love to have introduced as a future son in law. However Adrian comes from a pureblood House where his entire life is planned out by his father. He has little autonomy, Blaise knows this and doesn't believe that Adrian could choose his own bonded. especially, if the contracts are signed before they are seventeen, then they are stuck. There is little Blaise could say to would entice his mother to support his suit, she has forgotten what to have a mate. Blaise's happiness is not her concern that he bonds to a person with a title or weath is.
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