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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 25

They spent a lot of time just soaking in one another’s presence once they were both finished with exams.
Adrian was almost pleased to receive an owl from his mother informing him that they were being sent away on an extended embassy to the German Ministry and would be away at least six months.
His mother hated to travel by floo, the ash got everywhere, apparition was impossible across large bodies of water and well portkeys required registration and purchase in advance.
His father was more absorbed in his political duties so they rarely crossed paths except when his father chose to lecture him on duty.
This meant he could spend much of his time with Blaise finishing their summer homework and eventually purchasing their school things like they did every year since Blaise received his Hogwarts letter.
Right now Blaise was putting on his usual indifferent manner while taking bets on the outcome of Third Task.
Clearly the House was losing their ‘fear’ of Draco and weren’t putting their faith in Diggory despite his scoring well in the previous Tasks.
Many of the younger students were putting their money on Potter and the older ones on Krum.
Potter had started off a long shot that Lovegood was laughed at for by everyone but Prewett and Greg Goyle. Now he seemed to be holding his own with the older Champions.
He hoped that Potter at least continued to remain relatively safe from the dangers of the Tournament.
XoooooX
Blaise recorded bets and the odds he gave those who paid him
He only accepted coin; if you didn’t pay him at the time you wished to record a bet he didn’t accept it.
It was only a few hours until the Third Task.
Potter looked positively green and who could blame him?
Then the four champions disappeared into the anteroom behind the teachers’ dais.
Blaise wondered what that was all about when Lovegood approached him.
“What’s the bet this time Lovegood?”
Prewett and Greg had postponed their bet for this moment probably since they always bet the same as Lovegood.
“What bet do you wish to place?” Blaise asked boredly.
Greg and Prewett leaned over to listen better.
“Cedric and Harry tie.”
The Hufflepuffs sniggered behind her and scoffed.
Overly confident weren’t they?”
“Very well.” Blaise shrugged notating the bet and accepting her money.
True to form Prewett and Greg recorded the same bet.
“I’ll be accepting bets until the first whistle.” Blaise announced even though it probably wasn’t needed.
XoooooX
The Quidditch players who had been banned from the pitch all spring were incensed at the sight of it.
Adrian and his team were hissing and spurting.
They, the Tournament people had the audacity to grow a maze on their holy place!
Blaise resisted the desire to roll his eyes, sure Adrian was just yummy in his Quidditch kit but he personally wasn’t as obsessed with the sport as Adrian and Draco were.
The Quidditch stands were slightly altered to contain the slightly larger audience that had arrived.
The Mudblood Granger was surrounded by red heads including new faces that Blaise didn’t recognize; an older woman and a rather yummy himself tall muscular redhead with a ponytail and a dragon fang earring.
While he was mated, that didn’t mean he was blind. While he didn’t want a male Weasley with the exception of the one in his year, Blaise had to admit they were rather good-looking.
Feeling slightly guilty, Blaise threw up a glamour that had him sitting ramrod straight with his hands in his robe. Beneath the glamour he was leaning on Adrian and had entwined his hand with the closest one.
The first whistle sounded and that loudmouthed, uncouth Ludo Bagman started his nauseating announcing.
Really was it something about Beaters in general? Blaise couldn’t stand them really.
His first two years at Hogwarts they had Derrick and Boyle who were a few knuts shy of a sickle. Vince and Greg weren’t really much better in his opinion but once Prewett started her probably fruitless tutoring Greg did seem a little less the brainless gorm he’d always thought him to be.
Maybe the Weasley twins were intelligent but he’d seen little from the other Houses’ Beaters to indicate that they possessed at least a sickle of intellect between them.
Fifteen minutes after the Hogwarts champions entered the maze, Viktor Krum entered at a whistle.
A final whistle came fifteen minutes later and the Beauxbatons Champion entered the maze.
So they waited, it was rather boring when they couldn’t see what was going on.
The main draw of Quidditch was that you could bloody well see much of the action and what you couldn’t see you had a decent announcer to clarify.
Why didn’t they have screens like at the World Cup? It was a pain…and boring.
So Blaise closed his eyes hiding under the glamour and curled into Adrian’s side showing his first attempt at a ‘public’ display of affection even if it was shielded by a glamour.
Adrian Glamoured his own hand so he could run his hand through Blaise’s soft hair. He smiled to himself…
XoooooX
The crowd’s muttering was distracted by the crackle of red sparks.
Bagman yelled that a Champion had disqualified themselves…
Then the roaming teachers advanced towards the maze.
Professor Sprout raised her wand and the hedge parted to admit them.
Madam Pomfrey darted in and there quickly came a cry of dismay.
Professor Flitwick- who else was that small, ran to get Madam Maxime and her healer.
Blaise saw the frozen state of the Beauxbatons’ Veela Champion.
Then the new redhead male seemed to look faint…
Was it possible?
The two had never met but was that Weasley the Beauxbatons’ mate? How did she handle the overwhelming need for sex?
Blaise trembled, what would happen to Adrian if he was attacked?
Who would cast a spell that froze a Veela? They were deathly susceptible to cold and preferred warmer climates. If he hadn’t wanted to stay with Adrian he would have gone to Beauxbatons like his mother…
XoooooX
Not ten minutes later there were more red sparks…
The teachers clearly worried now, were the Champions getting attacked?
Professor Sprout helped them access the maze from the outside once more…
This time they reappeared with Viktor Krum who was glaze-eyed and under the Incarcerous.
Blaise blinked and looked for Luna Lovegood in the stands.
She looked pensive… and then turned a white face to the maze.
All that were left were the Hogwarts’ Champions…
Would they be in danger as well?
Lovegood looked worried which in turn upset Prewett who clutched Greg’s hand like a lifeline.
What was going on in the maze?
XoooooX
A charm went off.
“That’s it! It’s all over! The Triwizard Champion has been selected!”
The walls of the maze started to crumble and the half-giant ‘professor’ went to round up his ‘pets’.
A group of Egyptians walked into the maze in search of something.
The walls collapsed in a pile of bramble and leaves.
To their shock…
Bagman sounded confused, “Where are the Hogwarts’ Champions?”
The crowd started to whisper and mutter loudly.
Diggory’s parents and Potter’s Weasleys ran from the stands towards to the now defunct maze.
XoooooX
It was half an hour before they announced that neither the Triwizard Cup nor the Hogwarts Champions could be found.
Lovegood was shaking a little and holding her hands up in a sort of defensive stance.
Prewett stood up, watching her and whispered, “The rumours’ true…she’s a seer. She knows what’s happening to Potter.”
Blaise snorted, like she didn’t use her seer abilities to ‘profit’ by winning the betting pool prior.
Yet she never put much down, it did serve to gain Potter more support when an isolated Ravenclaw bet on a long shot.
XoooooX
Fifteen minutes after the announcement, there was a flash of gold.
Potter was there in his red and black jersey clinging to two gold objects: the sleeve of a Hufflepuff jersey and what must be the Triwizard Cup.
Potter was shaking and there seemed to be blood on him.
The teachers were rushing towards him along with the Weasleys and the Diggory families.
Potter wouldn’t let go of Diggory and he shrugged everyone off. He kept shaking and crying over Diggory who never moved.
Had something attacked Diggory like the other legal champions?
Finally Dumbledore pulled Potter off, the youngest champion deflated. He looked so small and helpless it was almost impossible to believe he defeated a Dark Lord at eighteen months.
Then healers and the Diggories swarmed over Diggory’s body.
Blaise was surprised to spot Professor Moody dragging Potter away and Dumbledore looking confused before gesturing for McGonagall and Snape to accompany him.
The three professors trooped back to the Castle leaving chaos in their wake.
What in Salazar’s name was going on?
Whispers and shouts spread quickly.
“Dead?”
“Diggory’s dead?”
“Cedric Diggory? Dead?”
“Who won then?”
“Potter??”
“Diggory?”
“What happened?”
“What’s wrong with him?”
Once it reached the stands that Diggory was dead there was wailing and sobbing from the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindor girls. The Ravenclaws merely dabbed their eyes…
The Slytherin witches weren’t as fond of the golden haired Quidditch ‘god’ so they weren’t sobbing.
XoooooX
There was no announcement…
The stands emptied leaving the spectators gossiping and sniffling about Diggory’s ‘lamentable’ death…
Since he thought that Diggory wasn’t all he was cracked up to be, Blaise thought was no great loss.
Yet he found it incredibly suspicious that all of the ‘real’ Triwizard Champions had been incapacitated.
Not that he believed Potter was behind it.
That stupid gleaming cup was a portkey if he ever saw one and well he doubted given the shocked nature of the adults that he was meant to be.
Adrian led him back to his private sanctum in Slytherin where they had the best sex he’d ever experienced.
Eventually they would hear something right?

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
Translation notes: Nire bihotza- Basque for my heart. Mio Prezioso - Italian, my precious Ti amo - Italian, I love you.
A/N: please check out my collaboration fic Chosen Darkness with my friend donnethan valantyne 9
It features an independent future Dark Harry Lord of the Snakes lol.
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