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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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"So as you say you're anti commitment, you weren't one of those girls who continued to obsessively chase my poor Blaise after he shagged them," Gellert asked Mila.
He was still trying to understand the dynamic of her and Blaise's relationship as the dark haired wizard had never mentioned her before.
"Gods no," Mila said with a merry laugh.
"He and I talked about that before hand, and we were quite on the same page. No dating, no shagging again, because why after you've already done that? Even if it's good, there just seems to be no reason to repeat the same thing over and over when there are so many more things out there to experience."
Blaise nodded.
"And she kept her word, bless her."
"So...What made you decide to go back for seconds and forevers with this pretty blonde," Mila asked Blaise, her expression one of open curiosity.
"Because I just can't imagine doing that myself with anyone."
Blaise smiled fondly at Gellert, eyes on him as he answered Mila.
"He is everything. He gets me high like a drug, he gives me mental and physical stimulation and satisfaction. Everything we do from magic to shagging keeps growing and expanding and getting better. He excites and thrills me like nothing else and I need him. I hate being separated from him. He is all things magic and the shagging is out of this bloody world."
Gellert felt his heart fly at Blaise's honest yet nearly poetic words. They made him feel special like nothing else ever had.
"Gods I love you," he said, leaning past Mila to kiss Blaise, reaching around the little girl to caress his back.
Blaise's mouth tasted of the warm spiced apple brandy and Gellert wanted to taste more. Blaise moaned as Gellert's tongue ran over his lower lip.
"Oh come on, guys," Mila complained, extending both elbows to poke one into each.
"You did ask," Blaise reminded her.
As Gellert drew away, Blaise gave a regretful sigh.
"You can't imagine how good it feels," he told her in way of an apology.
"Whatever," Mila said, but her grin softened the grumpy response.
"I'm good sampling the world as I go, thanks very much."
"The world sounds like a lot," Gellert said with a laugh.
"I didn't mean I'd shag the world," Mila said, laughing too.
"I've only shagged three guys so far I'll have you know. I just mean if I see someone I want I'm free to do whatever I like about it. You, for example, if you weren't forever taken."
"I'm flattered," Gellert said with a smile.
"So how did the two of you meet," Mila asked.
"Through a friend," Blaise said.
"And of course we connected instantly. We have a lot in common. Gellert is an enchanter as well. After we've traveled the world for a few years, we're going to open up our own shop. We'll sell rare antique magical items that we come across in our travels, as well as consignment items that other wizards make if they want to put them into the shop. Mostly, though, we're going to design and make our own items to sell. Things that won't exist until we make them. That's going to make us a ton of money."
"Ooh that's exciting," Mila said, placing her nearly empty glass in her lap long enough to clap her hands in glee.
"I'll come shop for sure. I can't wait to see what sorts of things the two of you will make. Give me an idea of something I can look forward to," she coaxed.
"Well we'll be making many items for a darker sort of market," Blaise said.
"There could be talismans to unravel magic in a close radius to the wearer, for example."
"Sounds brilliant," Mila said.
"And expensive."
Blaise grinned. "Yes."
"Perhaps there could also be a talisman to drain the energy temporarily of those in the radius of the wearer," Gellert added.
"If you would like your opponents not to be at their best, you'll want something like that."
"I think a lot of people would want that," Mila said.
"Well we won't make that many, else the item will be too common, and thus put everyone on an equal footing," Gellert assured.
"There will only be a few of each sold, and only those who truly want them can afford them, because trust me they shall be paying a great deal."
Blaise smiled, relishing the idea of all the gold they could make and the fame they would garner, at least in the darker community. Not that he truly needed gold, because his family was quite rich, but making his own made a statement to the world that he was an enchanter to be respected.
"Brilliant and unique ideas," Mila observed sincerely.
"Which reminds me," she nearly whispered, leaning closer to Gellert.
"I was saying earlier that you looked like someone...That someone being a very famous wizard of your same name. Would you happen to be related?"
"One could say that," Gellert said carefully.
"And if one didn't say that," Mila asked after a few long seconds of silent consideration.
"Then one could say...that you are a very smart girl. Where did you see a picture of this wizard to know that I look like him?"
"In old news papers. My Grandma saves all the important clippings. He was not quite as young as you in the one I saw, but from what I recall of the photo, and my memory is most excellent, you could be his twin."
Blaise could see from Gellert's face that he was deciding what to say. He turned to meet Blaise's eyes and arched a questioning brow, silently asking if Mila could be trusted. Blaise shrugged and gave a slight nod. He saw no reason why not, even though he trusted few people as a rule.
"I never liked newspapers. They spread far more lies than truth when it came to my doings," Gellert said slowly.
He liked Mila well enough and he enjoyed being among people around whom he did not have to pretend if possible.
"You're having me on," Mila breathed, and he shook his head.
"No. The newspapers really did lie most of the time."
"You know that isn't what I meant," Mila accused, poking his arm with a finger.
"I sense that we need more drinks...right away," she said, and downing the last swallow in her glass, hopped off the arm of Blaise's chair and headed for the bar.
"We're drinking a lot on this trip," Blaise observed, draining his glass in order to keep up with Mila.
If she was going for another round, they'd need to get rid of the first glasses, after all. As she'd insisted on sitting in these armchairs near the fire, there was no table on which to rest the empty glasses.
"We'll just blame it on the company we keep," Gellert grinned.
After he downed the rest of his drink he and Blaise joined Mila at the bar to return their empty glasses. As it happened, their next drinks were ready so they took them and returned to their fireside seats. This time Mila perched herself on the arm of Gellert's chair.
"So you're using some really good cream on your skin, because you look our age," she told him.
Gellert shook his head.
"No cream. Just a very dark rare spell that gave me someone else's youth."
"That is a rare spell," Mila breathed.
"Good on you, I say...But wait...weren't you supposed to be dead?"
She held up a finger before Gellert could answer.
"Wait...I need to drink for this one."
She took two deep swallows of the warm brandy drink before lowering her glass and nodding for Gellert to continue.
"As it turns out, someone else took my place who had a condition that was killing him anyway. We had no idea Voldemort would help him along, though."
He frowned, glancing over at Blaise.
"If Voldemort wasn't so obviously insane, I should be offended that he truly believed he could take me on."
Blaise nodded.
"He's definitely a formerly walking ad for don't make Horcruxes boys and girls," he said dryly.
Mila's eyes flew wide and she nearly fell off the arm of Gellert's chair.
"Wait, he did that," she hissed.
The three were keeping their voices to near whispers so as not to be overheard. There was no one near the fire where they were sitting, but Blaise and Gellert were cautious by nature about such obviously important matters. Mila was smart enough to be as well, it seemed, which Blaise appreciated.
"He did," Blaise nodded.
"I mean something always seemed off about him, but...I never imagined that and I have a brilliant imagination," Mila proclaimed before downing the rest of her drink.
"Drink up boys. You're letting a girl beat you," she laughed.
"And don't worry. You don't have to tell me not to breathe a word of this to anyone...Although now that I know you're Grindelwald, I'm even more depressed that you're so very taken," she told Gellert with a wink.
Not to be outdone by a girl, Blaise and Gellert promptly tossed back the rest of their drinks.
"I like her," Gellert told Blaise.
"I think she should be our new pet. She's cute, entertaining, and can feed herself. Plus as she knows how taken we are, she won't require cuddling...at least not from us. So what do you think?"
Blaise shrugged.
"I never considered myself to be a pet person, but then again, I never considered having a human pet either," he reasoned with a laugh.
"So...sure. Anything you like, Dear."
"Wait," Mila demanded.
"Why would I want to be your pet?"<
"Because it gets you a fifteen percent shop discount," Gellert announced.
"What does it involve," Mila asked, as if she were applying for a job.
"Just being entertaining whenever you're around us, I should think," Gellert told her with a grin.
"Just be your fun charming self."
Mila raised her empty glass, then scowled at it.
"Done...Now wait while I get more drinks so we can toast to that."
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In the Dark, A Zabini/ Grindelwald fanfic