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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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Blaise would've liked to say the time passed quickly but each day dragged by like a drugged snail. He fluctuated between being uneasy due to the fact he had to learn from bloody Death Eaters daily, and bored stiff. If he was stiff somewhere, he'd prefer it to be because of Gellert and not because he felt he was learning absolutely nothing when he should be with Gellert instead!
For his part, Gellert's days were long but at least interesting. The Zabini's kept him occupied with poison lessons and funeral planning, with a few hours of personal time to read or study in his room after lunch. His room...It was a pleasant concept somehow if a common one. Most people had a room, and he'd had plenty of them in his life, but after fifty years in prison it meant more to feel safe and secure in a place of one's own. Of course it was a room he shared with Blaise, but that made it all the nicer, even if Blaise wasn't in said room at present. He had time to miss him at night or in the morning when he reached for him during those moments between sleep and waking. He imagined Blaise likely did the same and the thought of them sharing that made him smile.
Of course they made plans to meet for Halloween. Severus wasn't looking forward to the day because something always tended to happen at Hogwarts on Halloween. Granted this year Harry Potter and his little friends weren't present and the trouble was always centered around Harry Potter, but that didn't stop Severus being on edge. For this reason he allowed Gellert to join Blaise for the Hogwarts Hallowe'en feast as long as he wore a costume that completely concealed his identity. Then Gellert would be there to help if anything went catastrophic. Severus added a costume contest to the Halloween feast, with the prize being one hundred and fifty points to the winner's house.
Blaise dressed as a runespoor by simply wearing the cloak he'd gotten during Gellert's first shopping trip for clothes.
"Oh that's brilliant," Pansy squealed as he sat down at the Slytherin table for the feast.
"It isn't real is it? May I touch it?"
Blaise gave her a long suffering look that was obviously more impatient than long suffering in truth.
"Of course it's real and you may touch it once if you're quick about it."
"You're always so giving," Pansy said dryly, smirking as she lightly touched one of the runespoor's heads.
"It's even got the teeth in," she breathed.
"You're sure to win the contest and we'll have the house points!"
Knowing the house benefited over the individual erased any in house rivalry when it came to the costume contest.
"You're looking absolutely brilliant," a breathy voice murmured into Blaise's ear, nearly causing him to start.
Scowling, he turned to see who was far too close to him, a sharp comment hovering on the tip of his tongue for whoever it was. He stared into the visage of a Lethifold. The black cloak had slits for the eyes and mouth of whoever hid under it. Blaise smirked, understanding at once who it was.
"You appear to have just fed, as you're a bit thicker than the customary half inch of a lethifold when it's still hungry. I take that to mean we can feast together without me being eaten," he asked, a small smile playing around his mouth as he gestured the lethifold to the empty chair beside him that he'd been saving.
"Oh I may devour you anyway," the breathy voice promised.
Blaise felt a shiver of anticipation traveling down his spine and lower.
"You know...I've just realized that I have always wanted to be devoured by a lethifold...As long as you make it sexy."
"Oh very sexy," The lethifold promised as it slid into the chair.
The two stuffed themselves on sweets as they leaned close to whisper together.
"I'm so glad you're here," Blaise told Gellert.
"This yearly Hallowe'en feast is one of the few good things about Hogwarts! The Yule ball was decent too, but it was ages ago and won't ever happen again."
Though it was three years ago, fond Hogwarts memories were so few and far between that he recalled it well.
"I'm counting down the moments until the holidays and weeks of uninterrupted private festivities with you," Blaise said.
"Our Yule will surpass any Hogwarts Ball, my boy," Gellert agreed enthusiastically.
As he spoke he squeezed Blaise's leg under the table while popping a miniature pumpkin pastry into his mouth with his other hand.
The pastry vanished into the black slit in the lethifold's face and Gellert sighed with contentment.
When the feast was over the Hogwarts ghosts entertained them by floating out of the walls and doing a ghostly dance macabre formation dance.
Gellert watched in fascination. He'd have liked to have chatted up a few of them, but at present he couldn't risk revealing himself, even to ghosts. Though quite dead, they were also quite alive in their way. Alive enough to spill his secret if they chose...So any conversations he may wish to have with Peeves, or the Bloody Baron would have to wait for a bit.
After the ghostly entertainment was over, everyone applauded wildly. Everyone, that was, except for the two Death Eater professors, Gellert noticed. The look he and Blaise exchanged indicated that Blaise was just as observant. Apparently insane Death Eaters didn't enjoy ghosts...Likely because they were already dead and so couldn't be killed or tortured if they took it into their mind to do so.
Voldemort and his followers had no true appreciation for life and this filled Gellert with a resentful rage anytime he pondered that fact for too long. Voldemort had risen after him, attempting to spout twisted versions of Gellert's own goals, but they were nothing alike. Gellert stood for joy and life and freedom. He fought against death and suppression, which was all Voldemort truly wanted. Somehow far too many people put them in the same category regardless of that fact. Even before there was a Voldemort, Gellert was unfairly vilified for his honestly good intentions. During his own efforts to free wizarding kind from Muggle tyranny the news papers had spread such exaggerations and outright lies about what he was doing as well as his intentions. It made him think that perhaps wizarding kind didn't deserve to be saved from Muggles.
A dark waltz began to play from somewhere in the ceiling and costumed couples started to move to the middle of the room to dance. Gellert glided to his feet and extended a hand to Blaise who drew him close for a kiss before they even moved to join the other dancers. Blaise thought it may be difficult to kiss Gellert through the black fabric covering most of his face, but they managed and gods was it hot. When they joined the other dancers, the two clung closely together and continued to hungrily kiss as they swayed to the music. They didn't even notice when the songs changed. Only Severus calling for everyone to return to their seats reached their lust clouded minds and they reluctantly broke apart to follow his request.
As Pansy predicted, Blaise won for his runespoor costume and Slytherin got the prize of one hundred and fifty house points. Malfoy actually looked affronted that Snape hadn't adored his utterly uninspired mad scientist costume. Blaise thought it was high time Draco learned that the world wasn't always going to treat him as though he were the greatest thing when in fact he actually wasn't.
The feast ended then and that meant Gellert had to leave. Though it was Friday, this wasn't one of the weekends designated for them to meet and Snape wouldn't allow him to stay and risk drawing too much attention. If Blaise wasn't around too frequently, people may start to wonder too much and stop believing that he was simply in Hogsmeade.
"I'll see you soon," Gellert said, and Blaise could hear the reluctance heavy in his voice.
That made it even harder to part and once again he felt the resentment of being at Hogwarts this year welling up.
"Yeah. Brilliant costume, by the way."
Gellert chuckled.
"I thought so," he said, tone pleased.
The lethifold cloak gave Blaise's shoulder a final brush of parting and he regretfully watched it glide away.
Blaise retreated to the seventh year Slytherin boys dorm to get out of his runespoor cloak. He felt hollow and mildly depressed now that the evening was over and Gellert was gone. When they were together everything, even boring Hogwarts was better, and when Gellert was not with him, everything, especially Hogwarts was worse. Carefully folding the runespoor cloak, Blaise replaced it in his trunk, then laid several hexes on it in case any of his dorm mates took it into their thick heads to try and tamper with it. If they did, they'd get several nasty surprises and a few physical deformities.
Even before Hallowe'en night was over, Blaise already found himself looking forward to Christmas. He and Gellert would have two glorious weeks together and no Hogwarts! At that thought, Blaise began to feel the Christmas spirit even though that of Hallowe'en was still technically in the air.
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