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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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"We just bought a building for our shop!"
Blaise gave Kreacher the exciting news as soon as the elf opened the door to Raven's Nest manor at nearly ten the next morning.
"It turns out it's rather quick and painless buying a building."
"At least when you're as rich as we are," Gellert said with a smirk.
The last building he'd owned, Nurmengard, he'd had built from the ground up. Granted there were far more specifications that needed to be met for it, but the buying thing was gratifyingly faster.
Kreacher's face lit up.
"That is fantastic news! Kreacher didn't know Blaise and Gellert were ready to buy the building already."
Blaise smiled as he and Gellert followed the elf inside.
"We weren't planning to, but we were so jazzed up after working with you yesterday that it just felt like the right thing to do. We were sort of taking our time with the whole thing, but we've got a lot of items made up and with those artifacts we picked up on our travels as well as the pillows we're making with you, it seems we have enough inventory."
"Speaking of the pillows, Kereston tried one out last night and said it worked perfectly. She remained asleep for the entire eight hours and said that she woke refreshed! Master Regulus was so proud of Kreacher for having the idea and for his work with Blaise and Gellert!"
The elf seemed as pleased by Regulus's pride in him as he was about the pillow actually working.
"Kreacher only wishes Master Regulus would pursue an interest of his own. He is the most brilliant wizard Kreacher has ever known and he is doing nothing with it."
The elf sighed as he opened the door to the library where they'd worked yesterday.
"Why is he doing nothing with it," Gellert asked, curious.
"Kreacher doesn't know Kreacher believes perhaps he's too depressed. Though one would think that being with Kreacher again would make him happy."
"He seems happy when he's with you," Blaise said."Kreacher supposes he is...but he can fall into moods...Somber moods where he basically blames himself for every dreadful thing that has ever happened in the world."
Blaise and Gellert exchanged an uncomfortable glance, neither certain of what to say. Neither particularly got into the comforting others bit.
"What would he have been doing if he never left," Gellert asked.
Kreacher shrugged as the three of them settled down at the reading table.
"Kreacher and Master Regulus were planning to travel, but after that we hadn't decided."
"We did that, and it was brilliant. The two of you should go...See the world, you'd love it," Blaise encouraged.
"Perhaps that experience will help Regulus find himself again."
To their relief, Kreacher brightened.
"Kreacher likes that. He thinks he will suggest it to Master Regulus this very night."
The three were able to get to work then. Kreacher supplied four more pillows, and in a little over four hours, they were all completed. Aside from Kereston's pillow they now had six to sell.
"We'll bring four more tomorrow, and see how they all sell before making more," Blaise suggested and Kreacher nodded.
The elf insisted on giving them lunch before they left. Today, instead of soup, there was a delicious salad along with a wonderfully flavored chicken sandwich on the bread they'd enjoyed so much the day before.
"That was wonderful, Kreacher," Blaise said warmly.
"It really was," Gellert agreed after swallowing his last mouthful.
The elf beamed.
"Kreacher is glad that Blaise and Gellert enjoyed it."
When the two got back home, Bramble presented them with a letter.
"It arrived, addressed to the both of you just half an hour ago," he said.
Blaise took it from the elf's hand, carefully unrolling the sheet of parchment.
"It's from Parvati. She invites us to meet her at the Hog's Head for a drink at five."
"That's in two hours," Bramble pointed out helpfully.
Blaise nodded.
"Thank you. We'll just go up stairs and get ready."
Once they were in their bedroom, though, Blaise didn't head for the shower as he stripped off his clothes. Instead he moved to stand beside the bed, dropping his garments in a pile beside him. He already had a nearly painful erection just from the thought of what he planned to do to Gellert, so when the blonde knelt and drew it into his mouth, he felt his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
"Gods, Gellert. I love you."
In answer, Gellert drew on Blaise even more deeply swirling his tongue around the shaft in a way that had Zabini gasping.
His hips pumped, and his hands tangled loosely in Gellert's soft curls. Within seconds he was shouting his release and spilling into Gellert's mouth.
When Gellert rose to his feet, Blaise scooped him into his arms and brought them both to the bed. Undressing Gellert, he kissed and caressed the blonde's slender body. His tongue darted over Gellert's hole as one hand worked his erection. When Gellert was groaning and writhing with need, Blaise drew him ever so slowly into his mouth. He worked him with slow deliberate motions until Gellert was breathing raggedly in his need for completion. When he at last spilled into Blaise's mouth it was with a shout of satisfaction.
In the shower, the two washed one another with slow languorous motions as they basked in their afterglow. Afternoon sex after a long day of work was quite satisfying and also served to energize them for their evening out. Both dressed in black slacks and matching black button down shirts topped off by their long black dusters.
"I hate it when the two of you dress in exactly matching outfits," Sabra complained.
"We love you, Mum," Gellert told her with a laughing wink as they apparated out.
Blaise side apparated with Gellert to the Hog's Head, because the blonde had never been there before so wouldn't know where it was. Though it was a little before five, the place was already crowded for happy hour.
"Blaise! Gellert! Over here!"
Parvati's voice came from a table in the corner.
The two walked over to see she already had three drinks waiting for them.
"I got us all a hard butter beer," she said, waving a hand at the three bottles sitting in the center of the table.
"I figured I should buy the first round as I asked you to meet up."
"Spoken like a true lady," Gellert said, flashing her a grin as he took a seat across from her. Blaise settled into the chair beside him, reaching for one of the bottles.
"Yeah, thanks," he told Parvati, opening it with a pop.
"There he goes, opening my bottle like a true gentleman," Parvati observed, reaching to snatch it from his hand before he could take a drink.
"Sure thing...I was doing that," Blaise drawled and Parvati laughed, pushing one of the other bottles toward him.
"Really. You can keep that one," Parvati promised.
Blaise opened the bottle as Gellert opened his own.
"To friends meeting up after far too long," Parvati said, raising her bottle for a toast.
The two clinked bottles with her before drinking.
"It's just we've been working steadily since we got home," Blaise told her.
"I know. Kereston said," she nodded.
"I don't take it personally. Well I did until she said she had to invite you two out for lunch, then I understood how it works. You only ignore friends until they initiate then you're responsive."
Gellert chuckled.
"That sounds dirty."
Blaise dropped a hand to the blonde's thigh and Gellert leaned into his shoulder.
"We're opening our shop soon...or at least relatively soon. We've just bought a building for it," Blaise explained.
"We just need to get it furnished and decorated."
"Do you know how you want it to look," Parvati asked.
"We've not really had time to think about it yet," Blaise said and Gellert nodded.
"It's the next step though, now that we have a building to work with."
"Do you need any help," Parvati asked.
"I'm sort of at loose ends right now. I don't really know what I want to do. My sister's working in the same department as Kereston but I don't think I'd be happy in any department I need to do something else."
"You're offering to help get the shop ready," Blaise asked and she nodded.
"What about after? Would you consider working behind the counter? I'm sure we'll be making things most of the time, so dealing with customers will just be an unwanted distraction."
Parvati's eyes brightened.
"That would be great. Quite interesting I think. I'll need to learn a bit about what you're selling, of course, in case customers have questions."
"Oh sure. We'll tell you about things as we unpack and arrange them," Blaise said.
"If the customer still isn't sure, just smile and bat your eyes a lot," Gellert advised and Parvati moved as if to dump the remainder of her butter beer on the blonde's head.
Laughing, Gellert threw up a shield of the sort that wizards used to keep dry from the rain.
"I wasn't going to," Parvati told him.
"Aberforth! We need another bottle of whisky over here. Mortimer is still sober!"
The call came from a large table of Aurors in the center of the room.
Gellert stiffened.
"Aberforth?"
Shit. Blaise had completely forgotten that Gellert didn't like him. Completely bloody forgotten!
"Yes, he's headmaster Dumbledore's brother, though they're nothing alike," Parvati said.
Gellert watched as an old white haired ugly as hell wizard came out from behind the bar with a black bottle of whisky in hand.
"So it is possible to get even uglier as one ages," he mused.
"I'm sorry, Gell. I completely forgot," Blaise said, feeling awful.
"It's alright. You didn't mean to," Gellert said, distracted by old rageful memories of the thorn Aberforth Dumbledore had been in his side.
"What's the matter," Parvati asked, looking confused.
"He helped take me down," Gellert said.
"And for the most ridiculous, stupid, small minded reasons, he resisted my efforts to improve wizarding society. He could care less about Muggles. He bloody hates everyone," he ranted, keeping his voice low with an effort.
It wouldn't do to draw unwanted attention to himself with a large table full of aurors right there.
"He took issue with the fact I used an obscurial simply because his sister was one. I helped that obscurial control her magic, and last I knew she was living well. We helped one another."
Glancing over at Blaise with a small smirk he added, "And no, we did not shag. She was a child."
Blaise felt himself relax. He knew the way he and Gellert could both become insanely jealous over nothing was ridiculous, but Gellert seemed to see it as a show of caring, so at least the other man wouldn't be annoyed. He nodded and Gellert went on.
"He seemed to feel my endeavors were hurting his business, or that was the story I heard, but he helped with his network of spies to track the activities of my people. I believe he was instrumental in my capture."
"Wow," Parvati said, dark eyes wide.
"That's heavy."
"Quite," Gellert agreed dryly.
Blaise glanced over to see Aberforth giving change to the table of Aurors for their newest bottle of whisky. Instead of going back to the bar when he was done, he headed for their table and Gellert gave a low laugh. Blaise removed his hand from Gellert's thigh to draw the smoky quartz wand from his pocket. Not wanting to set Aberforth off prematurely, he held it at the ready under the table.
"What's your name, boy," Aberforth asked gruffly, eyes on Gellert.
"What's it to you, old man," Gellert snarked back.
Aberforth stood still for several seconds, then slowly shook his head.
"How is it that the world is so full of injustice. How is it that a sweet innocent fourteen year old girl dies while you, who was supposed to be dead, sits here dirtying up the air in my place of business?"
"Oh here we go with your place of business again," Gellert said, glaring icily at Aberforth.
"You're nothing but a low life who never had the nerve to truly use his abilities. Instead you attempt to stop your betters from using theirs for the most stupid and pathetic of reasons."
"How about I just tell that table of Aurors over there who you are," Aberforth growled.
"Lets get you back in lockup where you belong, shall we? I better move fast before you start another wizarding war with your stupidity."
"I have no desire to improve the world, fear not, old man," Gellert told him.
"And if you tell anyone anything about me, what you know, what you believe you know, you can never prove it. Gellert Grindelwald is dead and you will be as well if you open your mouth. I have connections that will kill you and anyone you love if you cross me. I have even darker connections that will summon the spirit of your dead sister and make her wish she'd never seen your face, because I promise she'll know that she suffers because of you."
Aberforth drew his breath in sharply, and moved toward his sleeve as if to draw a wand.
"I really wouldn't," Gellert said softly.
"Just think of Ariana. I'm not bluffing, Dumbledore. I never bluff. I owe you for much, after all. I am only leaving you be because I have been granted an opportunity to have the life I deserve. Now go and hide behind your bar again. My friends and I will finish our drinks, and then we will go drink somewhere else. I will never return to this hovel again. You will forget that you saw me today. Your sister continues to rest in peace. Are we agreed? With any luck, you will join her soon."
Gellert just couldn't resist saying that last part. Aberforth hadn't appreciated it though.
"You don't deserve a second chance."
Gellert smirked.
"I don't care what you think of me. I have no desire to hear you speaking. Your opinions have never mattered and if you don't like me it's not my fault. Now leave me alone."
"You heard the man," Blaise said.
"We'll be leaving soon."
"You'd better," Aberforth said, turning on his heal and striding angrily back to the bar where he proceeded to bang and slam things about under the pretense of arranging or cleaning them.
Parvati leaned urgently toward Gellert across the table.
"What if someone heard that," she hissed.
Gellert shook his head.
"I performed a muffling charm. No one could hear unless they came right up to us which no one did."
Parvati sighed in relief.
"Good. I'm glad you were thinking."
Gellert flashed her an amused grin.
"I'm always thinking, dear lady. Always five or so steps ahead of the rest."
They finished their drinks in under five minutes and did the rest of their drinking at the Three Broomsticks.
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In the Dark, A Zabini/ Grindelwald fanfic