Scars III

Disclaimer: i do not own Harry Potter

A/N: alrighty. i believe i have the first three or four chapters of this written...but my muse is hardly ever around anymore so the updates might be a bit slow. however i am working on trying to write as often as possible, if you have ideas don't hesitate to let me know :)
P.S. i'm not sure what the rating should be so i jsut went with the highest XD


Part one: Consequences
Chapter 1: The Family's Fall

"Kakerof said I could go," Harry told his friends quietly.

A cheer from the twins drowned out whatever Viktor had been about to say.

"I'm going to pack," Harry said and left the room before Viktor could speak.

He entered his room to find that Viktor had followed him. With a sigh resignation Harry sat on his bed and waited for the taller boy to speak.

"Vhat about Malfoy?" Viktor asked. Harry had told Viktor about his past life the previous year. Viktor had hardly been surprised at the news.

"I don't know," Harry admitted. He let himself fall backwards on the bed, his arms behind his head.

"You are almost twenty nov. The bond will have to happen or you vill kill him," Viktor reminded him.

"Then I'll kill him," Harry said through a growl. "Or," he said, his tone a bit forsaken, "I'll do something else...I don't know Vic...maybe I'll run away again."

"You vill have to decide soon," Viktor said and turned as though to leave. "I vill stand by you no matter vhat you do, Harry."

Harry sat up and watched the seventeen year old man walk from the room. Viktor was a friend Harry would not have survived without.

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Draco stared down at his wrist. He could see his veins beneath the skin. They were blue and thin, pale beneath his pale skin. If he moved his hand around he could see different ones, it was like a play performed by threads.

Draco shook his head and raised the fag to his lips.

"Bugger," he muttered. He must have been daydreaming longer than he thought. The fag had already burnt out. Draco dropped the butt and headed back inside.

"Another year at Hogwarts," he mumbled, "joy."

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Ginny glanced up at the teacher's table. Dumbledore was talking with professor sprout about something. Glancing to the left she saw Snape scowling at her. Ginny winked at him and turned her head back to her plate. She had no need to be intimidated by her head of house.

Growing board with her mashed potatoes she turned her gaze back to the room around her. She started with the Ravenclaw table. As her eyes moved down the length of the table she mentally cataloged her options. She had already slept with Mike, and Gary, and Richard...the list continued on. She figured she had probably slept with at least a dozen Ravenclaws, most being third or fourth years though George was now a seventh year.

Realizing she was bored with Ravenclaws Ginny turned her gaze to the Hufflepuffs. She hadn't been with many of them; they were harder to bed due to their shyness. Though she had managed to fuck four fifth years, a third year and two fourth years. Of course that had been last year.

Now her eyes went to the Gryffindors. She had avoided them a bit more than the other two. Most of them wouldn't sleep with her anyway since she was in Slytherin. The four she had convinced had been horrible in bed anyway.

Ginny sighed and glanced at Blaise who was watching her form across the table.

"What?" the boy asked, "getting tired of being the school slut?"

"Fuck you," Ginny snapped at him. The fuse to her temper hardly seemed as long as her finger nail anymore.

"No thanks, darling. You do realize you've managed to work your way through over twenty guys in one year, right? Come on Gin, you're hardly even thirteen!"

"fuck off Blaise!" Ginny hissed, her teeth bared. "I'll do what I damn well please. You're not my father."

"I know that...but I am your friend, or at least I thought I was..." Blaise murmured, his eyes searching her's.

"I thought I wasn't worth your time," she said snidely.

Blaise frowned at her and shook his head. "Just because I won't bugger you doesn't mean I don't care about you Ginerva! I do care, your like a sister and...gods...just because Harry left doesn't mean you have to do this!"

"I'm not so simple as that Blaise," Ginny said. She was standing now. Even standing she hardly had to look more than six inched to down to stare Blaise in the eye. "I do what I do because I want to. That's good enough for me and it should be for you too."

Ginny was about to storm out but Blaise's soft whisper made her pause.

"And does it work?" he asked her, "does sleeping with those imbeciles make you feel good? Do you even orgasm?"

Ginny bit her lip hard to keep the tears back and stormed from the great hall. How did Blaise always manage to cut her like that? How could he know that every time she tried a new guy it ended up the same as the last. She never felt pleasure. She faked her orgasms. She...she kept looking...but...

Ginny swiped the tears from her eyes. She would find the right guy. She would find that thing everyone was always whispering about. She could find it, she knew she could.

Turning a corner she saw Jamie Lorin making his way towards her. Grinning Ginny sidled up to him.

"Whana fuck?" she asked, her voice husky. The Ravenclaw blanched then smiled sickeningly at her. Ginny swallowed her disgust at those murky blue eyes and dragged the already hard boy into a nearby classroom.

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Hermione ignored the sound of Ginny and Blaise fighting and focused more completely on her book. They always did that. Ever since Blaise had walked in on Ginny screwing Nott and started asking questions about the girl's sexual activities they had been fighting. It seemed that no breakfast could pass in peace.

Hermione had learned to ignore it near the middle of last year. She had learned to ignore smost things. She ignored Draco's odd behavior and ever increasing detachment from reality. She ignored Blaise's glances and his attempts to bring her out of her books. She ignored Ginny's sleeping with everything with a prick. She even ignored her own thoughts.

Hermione had truly become a master at ignoring. After all, if she paid attention she might want to help and helping only ever made things worse. It was best, truly best, if she stayed with her books.

Hermione turned the page. A rustle of movement at her side almost distracted her but she managed to ignore it.

"What are you reading?" the Irish boy, Hermione thought his name might be Seamus, asked. Hermione ignored him. "Guess it's a good book then," the boy said.

There was a shout from one of Seamus' friends. Something about how it was useless to try since: "Granger's such a prude!"

Laughter rang down the length of the table and Hermione felt a sudden urge to leave. She was about to stand when a hand was placed on her shoulder. Glancing up she found a seventh year Gryffindor leering down at her.

"Is that true?" he asked, his slightly crooked teeth clanking together on his S's. "Are you really a prude Granger?" There was a roar of affirmation from the nearest Gryffindors and Hermione could feel Seamus stiffen at her side.

"Lay off Bobby, before you get another detention from Snape," Seamus said and Hermione could not help but glance at the teacher's table. Her head of house was watching her but under Hermione's blank stare the woman turned away. Snape, however, was not so easily daunted and continued to scowl at her.

"Oh don't be such a ninny Seamus," the older boy, Bobby, said with a laugh. "All I was going to say is that maybe Granger would like a few lessons...you know, something to loosen her up."

Hermione felt herself tremble and wondered why they cared enough to bug her. She wasn't even pretty. She was a bookworm, the outcast... it made no sense to her but the hand on her shoulder was getting tighter and Bobby was leaning close now.

"Hey jackass," a familiar voice said and Hermione blinked. "Let go of her and leave before you hurt yourself," Blaise said calmly.

Hermione heard a growl from the seventh year but he let go of her and returned to his seat. Blaise was known for fucking people up when they pissed him off...and he was never caught.

Hermione glanced at Blaise and wondered why he did that.

"Come on," Blaise said and snatched her wrist.

"Maybe she doesn't wan to," Seamus said suddenly and Hermione felt like crying. People were to loud.

Blaise ignored Seamus and began pulling at Hermione. Hermione managed to grab her book before trailing after Blaise. Glancing behind her she saw Seamus's confused face.

"You should be more careful," Blaise growled at her. Hermione said nothing. They were out of the Great Hall now. Hermione found herself walking into Blaise's back when he suddenly stopped. He turned and glared at her. Blaise was tall for his age and had at least four inches on her.

"Don't you get that you're self imposed silence only makes them more interested in you?" Blaise demanded. Hermione said nothing. "Gods damn it!" Blaise yelled. "Why must you do this Hermione? Ginny is bad enough but this...why are you doing this? Is talking so Gods damned bad?"

Hermione just stared at him. She could see his lips moving, see his face tinting with color. But she just didn't care enough to listen to what he was saying. After another few minutes of Blaise talking at her he turned on his heel and stormed off.

Hermione glanced around before heading off towards her fist class. She would read until it started. She would move to her next class and read there as well. She continued this the whole day. And after homework, sleep and waking up she started it all over again.

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Blaise sat on his bed and stared futilely upwards. His life was fucked. It was so fucking fucked it wasn't even funny. Harry Potter had swooped in among them, drawn them together, made them a family. And then he had left. He left them in ruins. He left them to decay. He left them to mold like a discarded security blanket. It was Potter who had fucked them.

"Fucking raped us is what he did," Blaise slurred. He blinked and a spider came into focus. Blaise smiled up a the spider, his hand reaching out towards his bedside table. His fingers wrapped around a bottle and he brought it to his lips. The beer went down smooth, settling in his stomach like a calming potion.

"Hello," Blaise mumbled and raised his free hand to weekly wave at the spider. The spider didn't move. Blaise shook his head and took another drink of the beer. He glanced a the bottle, a sudden question in his head.

"Maybe...fourth?" he said. Yeah, it was his fourth bottle. Blaise set it back down on the table, almost spilling it in the process. He laid back on his bed and waited for his thoughts to gather into something coherent enough to notice.

Hermione...he missed her. She had always been the backbone to his courage. With her next to him Blaise felt like he could do any damn thing he set his mind to. But she was ignoring him now. She ignored everyone. It was sorta hard to focus without Hermione around. It was hard to move and to talk and help...maybe...he was useless now.

Blaise rolled on his side, clutching his pillow with fingers that were white. He needed Hermione back to normal. That might make him useful again. He really missed her. And Ginny...Ginny...what was he going to do about Ginny?

Blaise felt his body tremble and it took him a few minutes to realize he was crying.

"Stupid beer," he gasped between sobs. He had never had more than half a glass of wine before. It must be the beer kicking in. that was why he was crying. Must be.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid," he chanted in a broken, slurred rasp. If someone were there to listen they would probably have had no idea what he was saying. But no one was there. Blaise was alone...and that was so true it scared him. Blaise had been alone for the first eleven years of his life. He had had no friends before he came here. His family had been a joke. He never had anyone.

But again it was Fucking Potter who had fucked everything up. He had made Blaise care, really care. And now everyone was...disappearing. Draco was in his own reality of unadulterated despair. Hermione was lost in her books, oblivious to the world and it's pains. Ginny was the school slut and only spoke to Blaise to fight or to try and seduce him. And Harry...Harry was just gone.

Blaise felt the sudden urge, and weather due to his inebriation or to his need for a release, he followed the desire and screamed.
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