Witch? Wizard?

Witch? Wizard?
Chapter II

Blaise
Zabini grinned as he awoke. Looking to his left, he took a moment to
appreciate the view of his lover. Blond hair, kept longer than
necessary, covered Draco\'s closed eyelids while his slightly parted
lips reminded Blaise of the look that Draco would get in the throes of
passion. He was more than handsome. Draco Malfoy was the most beautiful
person, witch or wizard, he\'d ever laid eyes on.


Blaise
knew that every time he allowed Draco into his bed, he invested another
piece of his heart. Building feelings that would never be reciprocated.
But as he looked back at the blond wizards pouting lips, all rational
thought left.


\"Mmmm, Blaise,\" Draco groaned as he felt warm
lips envelope him. Blaise knew not to mistake appreciation for his
talents for feelings of intimacy. Draco regularly made a point to try
to end his affair with the wizard. Oft time ridiculing and even
debasing Blaise for his feelings of love until Blaise was able to break
through and touch, taste, or tease him, lust taking the place of
Draco\'s prior determination.


\"Good morning,\" Blaise
responded, pulling his mouth from Draco\'s still flaccid cock. As Blaise
moved his nose to nuzzle Draco\'s sac, his tongue bathed the salty
globes of flesh in appreciation. Blaise did not expect Draco to respond
verbally. His lover was not partial to pillow talk, even when fully
awake. However, words of appreciation were not what Blaise relished in
at moments like this. No, the feeling of Draco\'s hands threading
themselves into his soft curls in a silent demand that he resume his
ministrations to his lover’s awakening staff was all the appreciation
that was needed.


Having been involved with Draco Malfoy for
two years now, Blaise had learned to content himself with small signs
of affection. The wizard would never acknowledge the more intimate
nature of their relationship, whether it was the unconventionality of
two wizards being lovers or some other reason, Blaise would never know.
Blaise had tried to convince himself time and again that he did not
desire Draco to claim him as his own. However, as is generally the
case, it is not easy to fool one self.


Settling on a
compromise, Blaise sated his desire for Draco\'s approval and adoration
by fulfilling his every physical desire. Somewhere; knotted in the
threads of twisted thought and logic, Blaise had convinced himself that
if he could always leave Draco wanting more that was evidence enough
for emotions that the blond could voice.


As Blaise\'s mouth
brought Draco to the height of passion and arousal, he relished hips
thrusting wantonly towards his eager mouth. Draco\'s demands - groaned
and moaned in a manner that would surely be incoherent to anyone but
Blaise - were as brilliant a symphony as Blaise had ever heard and he
eagerly complied. Opening his throat to welcome Draco\'s frantic
thrusts, Blaise hummed his contentment as he felt desperate hands
clutching at his hair, threatening to pull it out by the root. Draco\'s
passionate actions served the wizard\'s desire to feel needed and wanted
and when that final show of passion, of ecstasy erupted, Blaise eagerly
drank of the libation, relishing Draco\'s seed as if it were ambrosia
from the gods.


Following their lovemaking, Draco fell off
into a post-coital slumber. And it was this time, above even their
actual coupling, that Blaise enjoyed most. As Draco\'s sub-conscious
sought out the warmth of his lover, Blaise would lie and watch. And as
the sleeping wizard\'s breathing deepened and grew steady, Blaise was
able to reach out and caress his lover without fear of rejection.


Running
his fingers through hair like corn-silk Blaise would contemplate the
years they\'d spent in each other\'s arms and even allow his mind to
dream. Some might call him foolish to contemplate a lifetime with his
lover, but Blaise knew that anything was possible. After all, none
would have imagined Draco would come to be employed by a Ministry, free
of corruption in a world without the Voldemort.


They\'d been
out of school for three years now. Potter had, as anyone could have
predicted, vanquished the evil plague that had been cast upon their
world. Voldemort was gone, Lucius Malfoy rotting in a cell in Azkaban
along with the majority of the Death Eaters that had survived the war,
and Draco was now an upstanding member of society.


It had
taken their old Headmaster\'s word of reference before anyone would
consider hiring a Malfoy. Despite the Order of Merlin that had been
given to Narcissa for her intelligence gathering efforts for the
Ministry, via Albus Dumbledore, the name Malfoy was inevitably
associated with Lucius and it certainly would not do for anyone to
mistakenly be considered a Malfoy sympathizer.


But
fortunately for Draco, as well as many of their other housemates, the
old man\'s word was enough to move even the largest mountain and paths
were cleared. After all, one of the many legacies left to the child of
a Death Eater was significant fees for legal council. While many of
these individuals benefited from significant trust funds and estates
that would more than account for any legal fees, the Ministry had tied
up the accounts of all suspected Death Eater\'s until the legality by
which such assets had been acquired could be discerned. Of course,
eventually, the Ministry would be forced to release all assets that
they could not prove were acquired illegally. In the meantime, however,
the recent graduates needed to find employment if they had any hope of
continuing their current lifestyles.


Draco Malfoy had
applied and been accepted to the Auror\'s training program. Though a
talented Seeker, his skills did not stand out from the average
professional, consequently landing him a few offers for reserve
positions, which he swiftly refused. After all, the name Malfoy had,
despite any negative connotations, never been associated with
mediocrity.


And so, upon receiving his exemplary NEWT
results, Draco had sought out a position that would earn him the
appreciation of his peers. It wasn\'t that Draco was now a \'nobody\', it
would take generations of heirs to eradicate the fearful respect that
the name Malfoy bid. No, rather Draco desired that for once in his
life, the respect that he received, be freely given. Based on the
virtue of Draco the man; not the Malfoy.


He proved to be a
talented during his training, rising swiftly through the ranks within
the Aurory as one of the best new recruits and consequently assigned to
work on a case that, while of priority within the Ministry, very low
profile and consequently, not desired by those with more experience.


Blaise
enjoyed the first few weeks of Draco\'s initial assignment. He\'d been
assigned to a \'bastard of a wizard\', according to Draco who gave them
assignments that would be considered easy to even a puffskein.


Blaise,


It\'s been a long day. I will be home at eight, and believe that the pleasure of your company will be greatly appreciated.


-Draco


Blaise
had come to expect the sight of Draco\'s Eagle Owl delivering a letter.
It hadn\'t taken his captain, Jeromy Long, much time to impress upon the
blond wizard, that his normal sarcasm would not be tolerated.


\"That
twit. You would not believe what he had me do today,\" Draco fumed as
Blaise stood behind where he was seated on the couch, allowing his
hands to wander across his shoulders and chest. \"He assigned me to
Moody detail,\" Draco continued, not waiting for Blaise\'s response. \"Do
you know what that entails, Blaise?\"


Blaise was thankful
that he was standing behind his lover as Draco recounted the day’s
activities. \"A day spent going through countless complaints, reports
and theories submitted to the Ministry since the ex-Auror\'s forced
retirement,\" Draco stated, his sounding dangerously like a whine.


Blaise
successfully contained his composure, not allowing the chuckle to
escape his throat. He could only imagine the number of documents
available to keep any insubordinate Auror\'s occupied and had to
suppress the urge to laugh again when Draco indicated that he would be
spending tomorrow sorting, filing, and sending letters of
correspondence to Moody\'s paranoia yet again tomorrow.


Despite
Draco\'s ill-content with his position in the Aurory during these
initial weeks, Blaise was quite pleased with the situation. Unable to
express his dissatisfaction in any way that would not endanger his
sanity, Draco quite often had to settle for Blaise\'s willingness to be
the object of his aggressions. Blaise knew that he was being used.
Undoubtedly the witches that Draco entertained expected at least the
illusion of romance. Blaise, however, made no such demands, enjoying,
rather, the repeated calls to his lover.


And so, when the
owls ceased and Blaise found himself spending four consecutive nights
alone, he wondered what could have possibly changed. Sending an owl to
Draco, Blaise\'s anticipation grew as three days passed without word. A
full week had passed since he\'d last spent the night in Draco\'s arms.


It
was under the influence of this separation that Blaise discovered what
had changed, who now held his lover\'s attention. Stumbling into The
Hogs Head late one evening, seeking a bottle of firewhiskey and any
stray wizard that might agree to take his mind off of his misery,
Blaise saw them. A bushy brown head leaned in close to his lover; their
voices hushed as a pale finger rose to her jaw. For a moment, Blaise
thought that he must be jumping to conclusions. Surely, Draco would
never be caught in such a familiar pose with the know-it-all Head Girl
from their school days. But when her lips found his neck, silver eyes
caught indigo, that tell tale smirk conveyed all that Blaise needed to
know.


Unable to contain his temper, Blaise stood and
approached the table. \"Bringing home strays now are we Draco?\" he
drawled, trying to channel the anger and resentment he felt into
callous indifference. \"Mudbloods aren\'t exactly my taste, but I suppose
she might be a nice change.\"


Snapping her head from Draco\'s
neck, Hermione\'s eyes flashed as she looked him up and down menacingly.
\"From what I can tell, my blood has little to do with your tastes,\" the
witch hissed before licking her lips and turning back to Draco.
\"Malfoy, please keep your girlfriend locked at home the next
time,\" she snapped before standing to stalk out of the pub, turning as
she reached the door, a look of disappointment on her face.


Blaise
heard the sound of Draco\'s reprimand, though all but his last words
escaped comprehension. \"...like some love-sick witch.\" And suddenly it
all made sense. The reason he\'d never get what he wanted from Draco
Malfoy. The reason their time together would never be more than a
physical outlet for the blond. The part of Draco that Blaise so
desperately sought, his heart, was simply unavailable to him as a
wizard.