Summary: Blaise lingers between two sides, trying to make a choice as to which is the right one. What he really needs, though, is an explanation. When Ginny appears at his flat, looking for Draco, he receives just that.
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Chapters: 1
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Word count: 1362
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Published: 01/05/07
Updated: 01/06/07
1. Chapter 1 by callmehermione
Chapter 1 by callmehermione
Blaise Zabini felt weighed down, as though he was balancing the world on his chest. It was oppressive: some days, he felt like it made breathing difficult. The weight, however, was not the world but merely the pestering feeling of constant indecision.
It appeared to everyone else that his decision was made, that he and Draco and their flat in London meant they were both working for the same side, which was really assuming Blaise was working for someone at all.
Blaise, though, was careful with his loyalties. Other peopleâ”other people were hard to trust sometimes. Draco was constantly returning home late at night, bruised and out of hope. Blaise didnât believe in giving anyone else that sort of power over him. He wasnât willing to be threatened and rendered regretful.
Time was against him, however, excuses were running out, and expectations were everywhere. He would soon be without choices; the Dark Lord knew he was somewhere, stalling. After all, Blaise came from a prestigious family, a family from whose decisions heâd temporarily escaped.
That had to be the problem, Blaise thought as he made his way to the small, dark kitchen. Everything was temporary, and there was nothing with which he could anchor himself.
He put on water for tea, tapping the kettle with his wand to heat it faster. The whistling that soon began cut through the silence in a desperate screech, almost like something in pain. Did he want to be responsible for making people sound that way? It would depend on what I got out of it, he reasoned as he poured the water onto a teabag. He hadnât ever been good at taking orders.
With a sigh, he turned away, leaving his tea on the counter to steep.
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Blaise was awakened by the small pop that announced Dracoâs return and the rasping breaths that escaped his teeth as he shivered from winter cold. Blaise scrambled out of bed and tapped the hallway light with his wand.
âHiya. You okay?â he asked groggily. Draco looked terrible, as usualâ”cuts and bruises lined his skin, some new and some fading like reminders of a servitude that constantly dominated life.
âItâs always a fight,â Draco stated simply. He never really did share much. âItâs always a fight to do everything right. And everything has consequences.â With that, Draco collapsed on the couch and Blaise returned to bed, but he didnât sleep for a very, very long time.
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The following night was one of those times in his life that Blaise would remember until the day he died. The other time was when he had awakened one morning to find his father sitting by the fire, fatigued and wounded, making a list of names. Muggle names.
This time, though, it began with the visitor to the flatâ”intruder, really. She had no business being there, but she had a message to convey.
Blaise had seen her around school the previous year. She was famous for her hexes. Most of the upper-year Slytherins knew that Draco had secretly found her alluring, too, but Blaise had always assumed that the attraction had something to do with Potter: Draco wanted everything Harry had.
The intruder was Ginny Weasley.
She stood dripping icy rain onto the tiled floor, shaking with what Blaise assumed had more to do with frustration than fear. Blaise peered at her sceptically, curious as to how sheâd found them. He spotted a bit of paper in her hand. The ink had smeared, but it was easy to see a crude map drawn upon it: the rough location of their hideout. Blaise frowned. They had been watched.
Draco stood facing her, even paler than usual, if that was possible. His skin glowed with an eerie pallor in the dim light. Her cheekbones had spots of red, and her eyes were flashing in determination.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â she demanded, her voice low and menacing. âAre you having fun? Are you enjoying yourself, Malfoy?â
He began to answer, but she stopped him with a glare.
âThis isnât what you want. I know that. But do you?â She shook her head in incredulity. âThisâ”what youâve been doingâ”this is truly evil. âThisâ”â She swept her arm in a gesture encompassing any number of his crimes. âWhat youâve been doingâ”this is truly evil.â Youâre hiding from what you are!â
Draco stared at her. Blaise pondered her accusation. Evil? Was that all there was to it? The Weasley girl was a blood traitor like the rest of her family, and that was simply a known fact among purebloods. Some would consider what she was doing evil.
Grey areas: everything was full of grey areas, and Blaise wasnât one to waver on indecision for longer than absolutely necessary.
âHiding,â Draco repeated, glaring at her with condescension. âIâm hiding from who I am? And who, then, made you the expert on who I am?â he demanded.
Ginny shook her head at him, disgusted and incredulous at what she saw as his denial.
Blaise, frustrated, decided he should contribute. âI think it doesnât really matter how weâre looking at our choices. Either theyâre wrong, theyâre right, or theyâre somewhere in between,â he declared, strolling into the kitchen with his hands in his pockets.
Ginny raised her eyebrows, looking amused for what must have been the first time in a while.
âOh, thank you. How enlightening that is,â she snapped sarcastically.
Blaise shrugged. âItâs true. Whatever weâre hiding from, the only thing we can know is that nothing is certain. Therefore, the only real truth lies in reliance on ourselves and our own choices.â
Draco and Ginny blinked at him. He shrugged. âIf it was up to me, Iâd probably have demands. And questions. And Iâd have to be able to rely on the promises made to me by the side I decided to join,â Blaise admitted, carefully choosing his words.
âAccepting what youâre saying as true, Ginny, would be contradictory for us, no matter how easy it may seem for you. My upbringing dictates that I help to purge the wizarding world of anyone with anything less than pure blood. But thatâs just what Iâve learned.â
She glared daggers at him, and he scowled back. âBelieve me, Ginny. Why do you think Iâm just sitting here, anyway? I wouldnât be able to do that if it werenât for a contradiction between what Iâve always known and whatâs supposed to be seen as morality.â
Ginnyâs expression softened, and she leaned, exhausted, against the chipped, yellowing tile of the counter.
âI know itâs hard, Blaise,â she said softly, shaking her head. âThe decision between whatâs right and whatâs accepted by your peers and even your family has never been contradictory for me.â
Blaise nodded, relieved. She did seem to understand, if only to acknowledge that she didnât understand.
âThe thing about the Orâ”about âour sideâ is that thereâs acceptance. And I can guarantee that, if nothing else, there will always be someone to welcome you, someone who trusts you. This timeâ”â She drew herself up. âThis time itâs me.â
Draco was frowning down at Ginnyâs hands, placed decisively on her hips. A lengthwise tear along the arm of her robe just above her wrist exposed a bit of pale, freckled skin. Blaise watched in awe as Draco reached out and tenderly touched the place. Ginny fixed her eyes on his face, riveted to his expression as he laid his fingers on her arm. He looked up to meet her gaze.
âProtection.â His voice cracked as if it had never been used to plead for a favour. âAsylum. I need to escape the Dark Lord for a while.â
Ginny reached up with her free arm and cupped Dracoâs cheek in her hand.
âI promise.â
Blaise left them alone and retreated to the bedroom to pack his things, glad to be doing something at last.
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