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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"No wonder so many Americans are over weight," Kereston said, cramming another bit of bacon, egg and sausage biscuit into her mouth.
"This is so good! Their bacon is better than ours too...so salty and flavorful and thin!"
"That's what he said, excluding the thin part, of course," Blaise drawled, grinning at Gellert.
Kereston kicked him under the table, causing him to chuckle at the rise he'd gotten.
Blaise and Gellert had taken Kereston to an elegantly bohemian Manhattan diner for breakfast to celebrate the death of the evil queen. The diner prided itself on serving dishes from around the country and even around the world. Kereston was having a somewhat Southern style breakfast while the two men had loaded omelets. All three had large steaming mugs of hazelnut coffee.
"So, will you need to visit the others involved," Kereston asked Gellert, careful of her wording due to the fact they were in public in a Muggle owned restaurant.
Gellert shook his head.
"I don't see the part they played in nearly as much of a personal manner. She instigated it all, so she was the only one I needed to visit," he replied.
Kereston nodded, expression mildly relieved.
"Let's have breakfast cinnamon rolls for dessert," she suggested brightly.
"She's trying to grow American sized," Blaise drawled.
"Oh come on, it's your vacation," Kereston chided.
"Live a little."
In the end, she talked them into the cinnamon roll, gooey with warm frosting and thick with raisins.
"See? You can pretend it's healthy because of the raisins," she said with a grin, a huge forkful poised at her mouth.
After breakfast, they spent the day site seeing in New York City, then took in a comedy play in the evening. Kereston transfigured her casual and comfortable gray slacks and top into a silver evening gown to attend the play. Blaise and Gellert were already wearing black suits.
By the time Blaise called Bramble to take Kereston home, the hour was late and they were all exhausted. Blaise and Gellert hadn't slept at all, and they'd woken Kereston to come help kill Picquery after she'd gotten only a few hours of sleep herself. Blaise and Gellert expected to fall asleep as soon as they were in bed, but the act of cuddling together without clothes gave their bodies other ideas entirely.
"We do need to celebrate our well executed act of revenge," Gellert managed to say in-between heated kisses.
"Yes, we certainly do," Blaise breathed, drawing Gellert on top of him, his body already arching hungrily against the other wizard's. After they were spent, both fell into a deep sleep that lasted for nearly ten hours. As they'd done what they'd come to New York City to do, they were ready to leave. Their next stop was Italy, where they enjoyed many historical sights and loads of rich indulgent food. IN Venice, they even enjoyed a romantic night ride in a gondola.
They remained in Italy until early December, then traveled to Norway. They decided to do their Christmas shopping there because the merchandise was unique enough to ensure most of the people on their list wouldn't already have whatever they found for them. Most of the people on their list got antique Viking relics enchanted for protection. Gellert made a point of buying Millicent and Wolfgang a Viking style troll figurine.
"A troll for our trolls," he said happily, finding his choice delightfully apt.
"You're so mean," Blaise said, laughing.
"You love it, though," Gellert told him and Blaise nodded, leaning to kiss him.
"Of course I do."
They also picked up some priest blessed antique Viking weapons and jewelry for their shop. The one they planned to get around to opening eventually...once they were good and ready.
They remained in Norway until a few days before Christmas, then went home to be with the family for the holidays. Both parents embraced Gellert and Blaise as if they hadn't seen them in centuries.
"Our little babies," Sabra said.
"You're looking well. Both of you have glow in your cheeks and sparkle in your eyes. Travel suits you."
"Glow," Geo asked with a chuckle.
"Don't worry," Blaise told his father dryly.
"We aren't pregnant."
"Thank all the gods," Geo replied.
"Cause if you were, I don't think my fragile little eggshell mind could handle it."
"After all those faked funerals, your mind is as strong as an ox. It can handle anything," Gellert told Geo, laughing and tossing back his blonde curls.
He realized that it felt good to be home. He'd missed these people...the people he'd come to think of as his parents. He even missed Blaise's friends who were now his friends. He missed the familiar streets of London and that Chinese restaurant to which he may have become a little addicted.
"A letter came yesterday addressed to you both," Bramble said, approaching with a scroll.
"It has holly and ivy decorating it so Bramble assumes it is some sort of holiday greeting. For that reason he did not bring it to you in Norway, thinking that you would prefer to open and reply to such non urgent mail here at home."
"You were wise, and correct," Gellert said, smiling gratefully at the elf as Blaise took the rolled parchment.
"Thanks, Bramble," he said, opening it at once.
"It's from Mag and Severus...They invite us to Durmstrang for NewYears Eve. They're having a party," Blaise said.
Gellert grinned, eyes sparkling at the prospect of another new adventure to look forward to. It felt thrilling and magical, and he knew this holiday season would be just as wonderful as his first spent with Blaise last year. In fact he felt that from now on each holiday season would prove to be full of magic and wonder.
To be invited back to Durmstrang, a place from which he was unfairly expelled, seemed to be another stage of karma perhaps righting a few wrongs. Picquery was dead and Durmstrang was welcoming him home. With a year as wonderful as this one almost over, he was eager to see what the next one would bring.
As they'd done last year, the Zabinis spent the holidays with both families. Sabra's in London and Geo's in Italy. It was a long standing tradition that worked. This time, Blaise and Gellert didn't shag on the Christmas pizza of the Zabini grandparents. Both felt it had been a beautiful moment that would be ruined by making it more than a one time thing...aka they didn't want to risk getting caught.
On New Years Eve they packed their bags and headed to Durmstrang. Mag and Severus met them at the front door with Albus Dumbledore and Bera Karkaroff.
"Wow! It's so bloody good to see all of you," Blaise said, finding that he meant it. Though he'd never particularly clicked with Dumbledore, and didn't know Karkaroff well, it still pleased him to see them looking so healthy and happy.
"We're all loving it here," Albus said, giving them both a warm smile.
"Do come in out of the cold! We have time to have tea and chat because the party won't start for another two hours."
"Yes," Mag said.
"We invited you earlier than everyone else so we could catch up!"
The place was heavily decorated for the holidays in old Pagan Yule and Solstice themes that Blaise and Gellert very much enjoyed. Bera led the way into the library where a lavish tea for the six of them was already spread out on a large round table in the middle of the room. Small sandwiches and cakes filled several plates and the smell of spiced cranberry wafted from the tea pot. It was all delightfully festive.
Nightshade was already helping himself to one of the sandwiches while everyone seated themselves.
//Hi. I wasn't goin' out there to freeze my balls off just to greet you and shit, so I am saying hi now,// the owl thought to Gellert who smirked.
//Do owls have balls, then?//
//Wanna find out,// the owl asked cheekily and Gellert nearly choked on his cranberry tea.
//No. I think I can live without that particular bit of knowledge.//
//I thought so,// the owl replied in a satisfied mind tone as he snatched another sandwich.
"I thought you may be interested to know that I have at last discovered how I was captured," Gellert said, turning to Albus.
"As they used you in their cover up, I feel you deserve to know why."
White brows rose as Dumbledore turned from the plate of cakes to regard Gellert.
"Very well. I must admit to being very curious."
"We paid a visit to Ms. Picquery and she was eager to tell me everything I wanted to know after a bit of a very well known truth potion," Gellert said with a slight smirk.
"Apparently some Muggle radio waves or frequencies or what ever it is, can disrupt magic in the way our magic disrupts their technology. They filled the building I was in with these radio waves and then released a gas that puts one to sleep. It knocked me out. It is one that Muggle doctors use for putting their patients under for surgery, so I was rendered heavily unconscious. The involved Ministries didn't want word to get out of how they utilized Muggle methods to bring me down for fear other wizards would learn to use them against one another...Other wizards with my goals, perhaps. So asking you to take the credit seemed a safer if less logical bet."
Albus nodded.
"I understand. Thank you for satisfying my curiosity on the matter."
Dumbledore was wise enough to ask no more on the subject of Picquery.
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