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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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When they got back home, Gellert sought out Bramble right away. He needed to satisfy his curiosity concerning elf illusions. When Bramble wasn't in the parlor or the library, he decided to check the kitchen rather than simply calling the elf to him for fear of interrupting his work. Bramble never directly said much but he had a frown as well as a resentful look that could curdle milk or at least Gellert's own blood.
With Blaise trailing along behind him, the blonde ventured into the kitchen, poking his head around the door at first then continuing inside upon seeing the elf was there. Bramble stood at a sideboard slicing vegetables, seemingly with a mere glance. His eyes were the only things touching the cucumbers and onions and there were no knives in sight.
"I wonder if I could ask you a question about elf magic when you aren't busy, Bramble," Gellert asked.
Blaise kept his expression bland with an effort when he was internally struggling not to smile. The fact Gellert Grindelwald could defer to anyone, including Bramble, was so incongruous that it amused him and baffled him all at once.
Bramble turned away from the vegetables, a slight look of surprise on his face before a mild frown took its place.
"Bramble can answer Gellert's question now if it doesn't take very long."
"Kreacher came along with Kereston today, and as we were in a Muggle area, he had an illusion of a small human man over himself so that he could fit in. It was very well done and unlike anything I've ever seen. I wondered if it is a talent specific to him or if any elf can do it."
"Bramble never has before. He's never had cause. So he does not know."
"Would you try," Gellert asked.
"I'm curious."
Bramble frowned.
"Tell Bramble how it looked to Gellert."

"The word that came to mind was an overlay. It was like the illusion of the small man with short black hair and a lack suit was placed smoothly over Kreacher. He was under it but I could see both. I have a feeling not all wizards could, though, and certainly not Muggles. I feel he has very strong magic that could fool all but the most accomplished or discerning of wizards. All of those in our little circle could surely see through it, but there are enough wizards who would only see whatever Kreacher wished them to see."
"A small man with short dark hair and a dark suit," Bramble repeated slowly, and Gellert nodded.
"But if another form is more comfortable for you, I suggest you apply it instead. It is my belief that the mind will accept what it is most at ease with when crafting such an illusion."
"Bramble isn't at ease with any of it truly, as it is nothing he has ever considered," the elf said.
"He will try, though."
"Thank you," Gellert said, giving the elf an appreciative smile.
In around ten seconds, a dark cloud seemed to hang over Bramble that quickly took on a thicker denser quality. A head formed first, shapeless but with short dark hair. When the face took on a more defined shape it did not exactly look natural. It reminded Gellert instead of something an unskilled or drunk sculptor could form out of clay. When it eventually smoothed out and improved into something more realistic, the expression was still stilted and unnatural. It's wide eyes and slightly gaping mouth didn't match Bramble's own thoughtful frown.
The expression on Kreacher's human overlay had always matched the expression of the elf who hid under it. Gellert made a mental note to ask him tomorrow how hard he had to practice in order to achieve this. It would indicate how difficult the process was for him as compared to Bramble and thus if the talent was a natural one for Kreacher. As he and Blaise watched, a body formed over Bramble's, slightly taller and in a black suit and black shoes that looked too clunky and wide.
"Will you move your arms or walk around," Gellert requested.
"I would like to see if it is more difficult to control the illusion when you are moving."
The elf nodded, and the human head over his did so as well, but the movement was more jerky and unnatural. When he lifted an arm, the arm of the illusion was delayed by a second or two as it followed.
"You are having to intentionally move the illusion to keep it with you," he asked.
"Sometimes," Bramble said with a frown.
"The nod was more natural, but when the arm didn't follow properly Bramble had to push it."
"Kreacher's human illusion seemed to settle over him somewhat like a blanket so it appeared to naturally move with him. I will question him on that tomorrow though. Thank you very much, Bramble. I appreciate your help in my exploration of elf magic. I am guessing that as we wizards can have our specialized talents, that elves may as well. You freed me from Nurmengard, so I believe you are more powerful than most. Therefore it was surprising that this illusion didn't work perfectly for you. I am obviously still learning to understand elf magic, though."
Bramble shrugged.
"It doesn't bother Bramble if illusion isn't a skill at which he shall easily excel. He has little use for it."
"Have you been around many other elves to observe their magic? To know if some are better at specific branches of magic than others," Gellert asked.
"Not truly," Bramble said.
"The one elf he has seen the most lives in the home of Master Blaise's Italian grandparents. He does not appear to excel at making his home shine but Bramble would dare to speculate that this is due to being over fed and lazy rather than a true lack of skill," the elf said.
Though his tone was calm and reserved it was also most definitely scathing. Gellert chuckled.
"Oh he seemed a jolly little thing," he commented mildly and Bramble's frown deepened.
"Get out of Bramble's kitchen, both of you. He has a soup to finish."
"Yes Sir," Gellert said and with a slight bow, caught Blaise's hand and hurried out.
They went directly upstairs. Once in their room, the two discovered they were more interested in working post lunch enchantments on one another than any items for their future shop.
They lingered over long kisses and tantalizing touches even before removing all their clothes. Like the lunch they'd just had, the mood of this particular physical encounter wanted to be savored. They took their time, lying on the bed entwined together, mouths and hands exploring, allowing the clothes to remain a brief barrier while their passion slowly built until it became a pressure on their bodies and minds that had to be released. It occurred to Blaise that while they were working so hard on enchanted items over the past several months, they hadn't been as thorough with their sex life. Oh they shagged plenty, but so tired were they when they finally got around to it, or at times even distracted, that it was a mere necessary release for their bodies. While utterly satisfying for both, it usually didn't take long. In essence their work sex wasn't as involved as the play sex they'd had During Blaise's time at Hogwarts or afterward on their nearly two year long vacation traveling the world.
"We need to take more time for this," Blaise murmured, lavishing feather light kisses over Gellert's mouth. How long had it been that he'd actually had the time and focus to note how enticingly soft the German's lips were.
"At least every few weeks, we need to make ourselves take a break. A weekend off or something," he concluded, breath catching in pleasure as Gellert's hands ran over his chest. That felt so very good.
"You are a wise man," Gellert said.
Shifting, he draped himself across Blaise as he deepened their kiss. Moaning as his need swelled, Blaise arched against him, wishing he could vanish their clothes off in a second. Instead, they had to momentarily part to divest themselves of cumbersome garments that prevented the oh so necessary skin to skin contact.
When Gellert's naked body was at last draped over his own, Blaise gave a sigh of pure bliss as he ran his hands over the other wizard's toned lithe form. He relished the feel of Gellert's lips trailing over his shoulder, and the tantalizing brush of the blonde's soft hair as he raised up to claim Blaise's mouth in a sensual kiss.
"I love the way you touch me," Gellert murmured thickly against Blaise's mouth.
"Good," Blaise replied.
Kissing Gellert again he slipped one finger inside of the Blonde's tight warmth, carefully searching out the gland and lightly massaging it as their tongues tangled. Gellert let out a low growl of desire and reached for the cream on the bedside table. Blaise watched in open anticipation as Gellert coated his erection and gently slid inside of him. With his first thrust, Blaise let out a low cry of pleasure and drove his finger deeper into Gellert at the same time. Their sounds of pleasure rose and blended as they moved rhythmically together to their completion.
When they were both spent, Gellert lay across Blaise, his entire body awash in satisfaction.
"Gods that was good. We have got to take every weekend off."
Blaise nodded.
"It's Saturday, so that means we have the rest of today and all of tomorrow," he observed.
"And we won't work on a thing but one another until Monday"
Gellert chuckled.
"Agreed."
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In the Dark, A Zabini/ Grindelwald fanfic