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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 was I already super drunk or did Kreacher actually say the Lestranges were better off dead last night," Blaise asked.
"Azkaban must be a drag, but damn."
He and Gellert were slowly dressing to go down stairs for Bramble's traditional New years day breakfast. Both were sluggish due to mild hangovers, but last night had been a blast so it was worth it.

"Oh...I didn't exactly hear that," Gellert said, turning to give Blaise a thoughtful look as he tucked his black button down dress shirt into black slacks.
"I heard Regulus avoiding your assumption of Bellatrix's death and the reincarceration of the other two Lestranges."
He smiled.
"Granted I was getting drunk myself, so what I interpreted may not have been what Regulus meant at all."
"Meaning that if they're not dead or in prison, but somewhere else, they're better off," Blaise said and Gellert nodded before shrugging.
"I recall her death being in the papers, so I am probably quite wrong."
Downstairs they found Kereston sipping morning new years day Champaign with Blaise's parents at the breakfast table who's holly and ivy centerpiece from the holidays still held center stage.
"So I really did drunk invite you to new years day breakfast," Gellert told Kereston, tossing her an amused grin.
He had a vague memory of feeling expansively social when she said she had no plans for today. New years day should be meaningful, after all, which was the point of having a special breakfast. Last year he may not have felt comfortable inviting anyone, but everyone in the Zabini family had gone out of their way to make him feel like family, so now it seemed natural.
"Good morning, Prat," Kereston greeted Gellert with a sunny smile.
"Hi, Blaise," she added, and Blaise nodded as he and Gellert settled into their usual chairs at the table.
Sabra pored them glasses of Champaign, smiling.
"It'll take the edge off that hangover I can see on both of your faces."
"Thanks, Mum," Blaise said, accepting his glass and taking a rather large swallow.
His mouth was hangover dry and he did hope the drink's effects would ease the mild headache pulsating over his entire head.
"Yes, thank you," Gellert agreed.
"How was the party other than fabulous," Sabra asked.
She and Geo had gone out with friends in London for New Years Eve.
"There were no Krums present, so I'd call it perfect," Gellert said, smiling over the rim of his glass.
"We even made some business connections for our up coming shop," he added, pleased.
"I'm looking forward to seeing how that goes," Geo said.
"You boys are going to make us proud."
Sabra nodded, giving them an eager smile.
"You shall make me the mother of the two most brilliant and accomplished wizards in the world. I know it. So thank you in advance for all the future glory."
Gellert chuckled.
"It's our pleasure."
Bramble entered then with breakfast floating ahead of him in the air on golden platters...a lot of breakfast. There were cream filled pancakes, honeyed strawberries, poached eggs, maple sausages, figs stuffed with cream cheese, stuffed potatoes, baked ham and sliced candied oranges. The meal was insane but insanely good with a festive flair symbolizing the bounty the rest of the year would bring.
"That looks wonderful," Kereston said, smiling at the elf who smiled back if briefly.
"Bramble thanks Miss Kereston."
He sat down to eat with them, foregoing the Champaign that everyone else was having for water.
Gellert sighed.
"I swear one day I am getting Bramble too drunk to walk. Just to see if he'll smile at all."
Bramble frowned and Sabra laughed.
The Champaign did ease the hangover, and by the end of breakfast Blaise and Gellert had completely shaken their lethargy. Of course by then everyone, including Blaise, Gellert and even Bramble, were completely stuffed, and all of the food was gone.
"I don't think I'll ever eat again," Kereston groaned.
"And I shall have to roll my way out of the door to go home."
"That's all well and good if it keeps that foul Mc Donalds out of your stomach," Gellert said, making a face.
Kereston rolled her eyes.
"How long are the two of you in town," she asked.
"We leave again tomorrow, actually," Blaise told her.
"January is part of the off season, which means places won't be nearly as crowded. Crowds can definitely make a vacation more draining and unpleasant so we're making the most of the off season."
Kereston nodded her understanding.
"Well have fun and as usual write if anything interesting happens."
She made a face.
"And definitely feel free to wake me in the middle of the night again if someone requires killing because I always love being a part of that," she added dryly.
Gellert grinned.
"Fear not. I couldn't leave my favorite little porkey mouth out of anything like that."
"Bramble knows he will regret asking, but why did you call her Porkey Mouth?"
Gellert laughed.
"Because she insists on eating disgusting Mc Donalds HAM burgers, and Ham is from a pig which is pork," he explained.
"First of all," Kereston began, "Just no. No. And second of all, hamburgers are actually made from beef."
"No they aren't," Gellert said and Kereston sighed.
"Yes, I promise you they are. I understand how the name is confusing but it's about who invented them."
Gellert tossed his hair.
"I don't care. It's all stupid Muggle rubbish, and for eating it, you shall ever be Porkey Mouth."
"Bramble was right," the elf said.
"He regrets asking."
"That means the new year shall be full of things you would rather not know," Geo told the elf with a merry laugh and Bramble cringed.
"Bramble hopes not," he murmured.
The rest of the day was low key and relaxing. The next morning Blaise and Gellert left for Greece. While there they explored some of the oldest temples and Blaise even managed to steal a few stones from the ancient rubble. He planned to enchant them with the attributes that each temple was known for. Some they would sell and some they would keep for themselves. Those from Athena's temple, for example, would be especially fitting to serve as book ends.
Those from the temple of Dis would be perfect as pocket trinkets to draw riches. The god was known as the most wealthy and the particular stones from his temple were small enough to easily fit into a pocket. The stones from Hermes's temple would serve nicely as travel tokens once enchanted. When taken on a trip, all issues of travel would run smoothly and more than smoothly. Blaise could already see the future dollar signs in his head and they were lovely.
They discovered large eyes carved from gemstone in one of the quaint little shops near Poseidon's temple. They were called eyes of Medusa, and while they had no magic in them at present, Blaise bought several for the shop.
"We can enchant these to freeze people in place and sell them as thief traps," he told Gellert excitedly.
"Like the burglar alarm that holds the burglar in place until the owner of the premises arrives. We can enchant the eye so that the owner can program it with the images of those people he or she allows to enter and if the eye doesn't recognize someone they're frozen in place until freed."
Gellert smiled as he turned one of the stone eyes over in his hand.
"Brilliant idea. It sounds as if it will involve many layers of delightfully complicated enchantments."
As they both loved exploring various ways of connecting different branches of magical theory, the more complicated an idea, the better.
"And it also sounds as if it will be expensive," Gellert concluded happily, blue eyes gleaming.
"Indeed," Blaise agreed."We should be paid well for our efforts, after all."
After a day of shopping and a delicious Mediterranean dinner at an outdoor restaurant, the two returned to their hotel room in high spirits. As it was their first day, a quiet evening in felt better than exploring the night life of a new place after a long day of shopping. The hotel looked like an undersea palace with shades of sea green and coral black and red. It was called Poseidon's haven. When Blaise opened the window they could hear the crashing of the sea against the shore and smell the crisp salty air. The hotel was practically on the beach, which was fitting.
"This is nice," Blaise said, taking in a deep appreciative breath of the night air.
"Indeed," Gellert agreed.
"I traveled so much in my youth, but never really had much of a chance to truly explore the places as I can now do with you. Oh I always had to know where the pertinent government buildings were, magical and Muggle alike, and the best places to eat, but I never got to know the flavor and personality of a place. I never got to wander the streets without looking for strategic ways to either attack or escape."
He moved up beside Blaise and shook his head as he gazed out the window past the green shell patterned curtains that blew gently in the breeze coming off the ocean.
"All that time spent in so many places that I never truly got to enjoy and in the end none of it counted for anything."
He heard the sudden bleakness in his own voice and struggled with it, not wanting it to ruin this moment. At first he was simply marveling over how little he'd actually gotten to see of any of the places he'd visited, and then it had somehow turned into something else...something unwanted. In truth he really didn't care anymore. He had been given all that time back, and at last he had an equal to stand at his side.
"That's hardly true," Blaise scoffed, turning from the window to regard Gellert.
"It gave you experience. It sharpened your skills. It showed you and everyone else that you can run roughshod over any government agency you like. You never know when such skills will come in handy again. And if there is ever a need for those skills to come in handy again, you have me at your side."
Gellert chuckled appreciatively, tossing his hair as he drew Blaise close.
"The Great Zabini...With you at my side, we could accomplish anything. I just don't truly feel the need anymore. Not for a world that truly didn't want to be made better. It isn't worth it."
Blaise nodded.
"I'm with you. Most people are rubbish and not worth the bother. If there is ever a reason or a need, though, you've got me."
Gellert kissed him lightly on the corner of his mouth.
"I know. It's still nice to hear, though. You are an amazingly talented wizard, Blaise. Sometimes I don't think you fully understand your own strength."
Blaise shrugged.
"Probably not. I was once told by a Spanish wizard that I met on summer vacation in my sixth year at Hogwarts, that magical power is tied to emotions. He called me the least emotional person he'd ever met."
Blaise chuckled at the memory.
Gellert stiffened.
"Is he the boy you said you messed around with a little that one time?"
Blaise laughed, shaking his head.
"Oh no. I would say he prefers the girls, but so did I until you. He was planning to marry a girl, though, and we aren't one another's type," he concluded, struggling not to laugh again at the very idea.
"Well," Gellert mused, trying to hide his relief.
"If you can get in touch with him, what do you think about visiting Spain next?"
"That could be fun," Blaise said.
"His name is Romeo Valdez. I think you'd like him."
Blaise moved his hands to the buttons on Gellert's shirt as he spoke and Gellert felt himself hardening in expectation.
"Why," he asked.
"Would I like him, that is."
"Because he's interesting. He enjoys darker arts and defenses. He is also the only telepath I've ever met who doesn't have to use the traditional forms of magic to read or block. It's rather natural to him."
"That is interesting," Gellert said, and it was but Blaise's hands working on the buttons of his pants were even more interesting.
As Blaise wrapped a hand firmly around Gellert's erection, the blonde felt his knees going weak.
"No...Wait," he managed, gently pushing Blaise away.
"Undress for me. I want to watch your clothes come off."
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