Why him?

Mother had managed to patch me up as much as she could, but you could still see the cuts on my face; luckily they weren't as deep as before so there was no danger of them being infected.

That evening I had to go back to school. Loathe as I was to go back to that prison, I knew I had to. Besides, it wouldn't be long until I would finish and become an adult.

I arrived at school at night, so I shouldn't be surprised that not many saw any difference with my appearance. However, that all changed the next day; I was bombarded with questions. Pansy was the one who annoyed me the most, she wasn't only asking me what happened but also how I would live knowing that my appearance was destroyed.

And my friends weren't the only ones that saw the change, everyone in the school saw it, and for the whole day I seemed to be the subject of conversation. So, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that the headmaster called for me. And as much as I wanted to tell him that I had other things to do I had to see him. After all, he did allow me to leave.

Slowly I made my way to his office, wondering if I should tell him the truth or lie. Of course, a lie would get me out of his office quicker, but the old wizard deserved more than a lie.

"Do you wish to explain to me what happened, Blaise?" he said, his voice calm and emotionless.

"I swear that I didn't go home to seek danger, sir," I implored. "It found me, honest. I don't know how but it did. It was yesterday, I was by the sea and when I turned around I saw Bellatrix." I had never seen sort of weakness on the headmaster's face before, but at my mention of the Death Eater's name his eyes held pure fear. "I wanted to escape her but before I could even move she was attacking me. In the end she caught me, and used a knife and cut my face." I didn't tell him about her mentioning Harry because I didn't even know why she asked, and the potion I took was illegal so Snape could get into big trouble if anyone found out he gave it to me.

"It seems that war has no morals," he said finally, after taking his time to think about what I told him. "Do you know how lucky you are, to have met her and escaped?" I nodded, even though I was only lucky because her lord seemed to be in a good mood, as she put it. "Is your mother safe?" I nodded again. "Then I suggest you go down to the hospital wing and let Madame Pomfrey fix you up; I believe she has a few potions and lotions that could fix those cuts." I nodded one last time and gave him a polite smile, just to let him know that I appreciated his help.

When I entered the hospital wing, Pomfrey was shocked; I know that my face didn’t look good, but I didn't believe it was as horrible as she made it out to be. After I drank the potion I had to lie down while it took care of the cuts, and it was a good thing I did because I began to feel dizzy and sick.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was opening my eyes and it was night. And I could also make out a figure by my side,as my eyes grew accustomed to the dark I could see that it was Potter who was standing next to me. At first I thought I was dreaming, but then he began to talk to me.

“What happened to you?” he whispered.

“Potter, what in Merlin’s dirty underwear are you doing here?” I snapped.

“I was worried,” he said bashfully. “I saw you earlier; it looks like you’ve been in a fight with a werewolf.”

“I’m fine, now leave,” I growled at him. I was far from a good mood after everything that had happened.

“You’re not fine,” he stated. What did I have to do to get away from him?

“What happened to me is my business; you better run off to your little friends and continue your hero act with someone else, I don't need it.”

Why on earth wouldn’t he leave me alone? We weren’t friends; we didn’t even have friends who are friends.

“I demand to know who did this to you!” he hissed. I’ve seen him talk like that to Draco so I knew exactly how to behave around him and his rage.

“It was a filthy Death Eater, happy? Now leave me alone,” I said monotonously. His sudden rage seemed to settle down and he looked at me in shock.

“Who?” he whispered.

I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down, his obsessive and stalker-like behavior was beginning to get on my nerves.

“I told you it was a Death Eater, now leave me alone before I report you to the headmaster for stalking.” He wanted to say something but decided to keep his mouth closed. That was a good thing because I didn’t know how long I could stay relaxed. However, as I waited for him to take his leave, Potter made no indication of getting up. So, I decided to fulfil my threat, even if I didn't feel well.

“Where are you going?” he called as I made my way to the door. “Stop Blaise!” I ignored him and continued to walk until I had escaped the hospital wing and had rounded a corner. It was late, and I could still feel the potion I took earlier in my system; it would be the best if I didn't move out of bed but I couldn't stand Potter's presence. I had to rest.

So I pressed my back against the cold stones and tried to breathe, the short walk was more than I could take. I didn't understand earlier why I had to rest in the hospital bed but after my short walk I understood; the after effects of the potion were horrible.

Another minute passed and I tried to understand what happened in the infirmary. Potter, that stalker, acted like we were friends! Maybe that is what Bellatrix was talking about, maybe we were friends and someone saw us and, deciding to do as Dumbledore had warned me against, put a price on us. Who could hate me so much that they would go to the Dark Lord and sell both of us?

“I have let you get your will for far too long." I jumped when I heard that voice beside me; if I knew I wasn't alone I would have walked all the way down to the Slytherin common room or to Dumbledore's office before I even considered stopping. I realized quickly that it was only Potter, and didn't waste time cursing the boy in my mind.

“Stalker,” I muttered; I tried my best to sound angry but you could easily hear how tired I was. I tried to push myself from the wall to continue on my journey down to the dungeons, but just as I took my third step everything went dark.

When I woke up again I realized my head was hurting more than usual, and my left shoulder was aching. I knew then that I had fainted, all thanks to Potter, the freakish stalker. Slowly I opened my eyes, and was surprised to see that I was back in the infirmary.

Quickly I closed my eyes again, afraid that if I looked around in the room I would see him.

“You awake?” he whispered. If I had enough strength I would take the pillow and hit him with it, his presence was annoying me.

“No,” I mumbled.

My eyes were still closed but I heard a giggle; I didn't find it amusing at all. First I spend minutes trying to get him to leave me, and when I finally manage to get away he follows me and I faint. I fainted because I was tired of him and his actions, I thought angrily. Maybe one day I could use that against him.

“What do you want, Potter?” I said wearily.

“Why don't you call me Harry anymore?” he asked quietly.

Did I ever call him Harry? I can't remember. But instead of questioning him about that I decided to stay quiet, maybe he would get tired of my silence and leave.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, and I… I decided that… maybe we can work around the problems?”

I opened my eyes and sat up, still feeling dizzy but didn't fear fainting again.

“My only problem is you!” I hissed. “You're obsessed with me! I don't know what we might have had before but I can tell you, it's over.”


Right then I realized that whatever we had must have been more than a friendship, because before I could continue to express my rage he kissed me. I tried to push him away but didn't have enough strength. He then crawled onto the bed and pressed me down into the mattress. My mind told me to continue to fight him but my cock told me to let him have his way and use me.

Before I could think any further his hands were down in my pants; and when he gripped my cock I moaned, and remembered something similar happening not so long ago.

“Nng...” I groaned. Harry's mouth moved from my lips to my cock and was now licking it, making me moan and make noises that I haven't made in a long time. Then he took all of my cock in his mouth, sucking slowly until I couldn't take it any more, teasing me only to make me go mad with lust. And he continued like that until I came in his mouth. I couldn't remember the last time I had such a brilliant orgasm.

Then, suddenly and completely out of the blue, I remembered; it was months ago but I remembered. Harry had taken me to the bedroom on the seventh floor where we fucked until we were both tired, and then he left in rage.

Thinking about it now I couldn't understand how I could forget it, or remember it. I took the potion because I thought Harry was lost forever, I wanted to forget him, then why did the potion fail to make me forget him? Why did I remember him now?

“Don't treat me like that ever again, Blaise,” came Harry’s voice interrupting my thoughts.

He left before I could say or do anything as I was still floating in an orgasmic state. Harry had just sucked me, and not so long ago we had had sex. I tried to disentangle my thoughts that decided to bombard me at the same time. But the potion Pomfrey gave me was draining my body until I wanted to sleep, not that I wanted to stay awake much longer after my orgasm.