Why him?

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I walked down the hall from the headmasters office with no worries. Finally I had managed to achieve something, even if it cost me detention. Because of what just had happened I didn't fear anything bad happening to me, so I wasn't prepared to protect myself when Weasley attacked me.

"You evil prat!" she spat at me, trying to scratch my face. Luckily I grabbed a hold of both her wrists and turned her around so she faced the wall, because of the force I used she fell down to the floor and landed on her knees.

"You dare to try and hurt me, Weasley? You're getting cocky, thinking you can take me on and win, didn't you learn anything from last time?" While still holding her wrists I sat down behind her and whispered in her ear. "It might look like you're on the top right now, but the higher you get the harder you'll fall."

"Let her go, Zabini!" said a familiar voice behind me. I looked around and saw Harry standing close by; he didn't look happy but neither was he angry.

"Why?" I snarled. "She deserves everything she'll get for what she's done to me."

"I said let her go," Harry repeated firmly. I stared at him hard; what was he doing? Didn't he know how deceiving she really is? But I decided to release her anyway; what was the point in fighting her if Harry was on her side? As quickly as I released her she ran to Harry's side and clung to him.

"Oh, Harry! He's evil!" she said while pressing her face into his chest. I rolled my eyes as I watched the show.

"What did you do?" Harry asked as he looked at me in shock, almost like I had slashed his fiancé.

"What did I do? You should ask her about the rumour she spread about me. And she is most likely responsible for the article in the Daily Prophet today too, so don't point the finger at me, Potter." Before I finished Harry grabbed Weasley's shoulders and pushed her off him. She had tears running down her face, all an act but it could still break a mothers heart.

"Is that true?" he asked coldly.

"Harry, he's evil!" she cried. "You can't believe anything he says!"

"Is it true?" he said harsher. "Did you spread those lies?"

I could see he was getting tired of her attempt to avoid the question. Weasley opened her mouth again but didn't say anything; she reminded me of a dying fish.

"I had to, he's hurting us." I watched him closely, would he believe her this time?

"You stupid girl!" he spat.

I smiled victoriously; finally he saw her for what she really is: a lying, cheating whore.

"But Harry, he wants to destroy us!" she implored. She continued to plead with him but he didn't fall for her lies. Instead he pushed her away from him, not nearly as hard as I would have pushed her, but she got the picture nonetheless.

I smiled as I watched Harry walk over to me. When he reached me, he apologized softly before kissing me. If Weasley is anything like me she would take it as a challenge. When the kiss ended he left the hall, most likely he forgot about Weasley. After Harry left I was standing alone with Weasley, she was staring at me and I did the same.

"You'll be sorry, Zabini," she whispered venomously. I smiled at her, which I noticed made her nervous. Before she could say anything else I walked towards her in an arrogant stride.

As I passed her I hissed in her ear, "Like I said before, I always win." She didn't get a chance to say anything else as I left, ignoring the students that were now starting to fill the hall.

*

After what happened between the three of us I thought Harry would stay away from her, but the next day I saw him hanging around Weasley just like before. I repentantly told myself that it was the drugs,but that didn't make it less painful to watch him.

But controlling my anger wasn't an easy task; every time I saw her touch him, kiss him or do something that made him forget about his surroundings and focus only on her, I wanted to jump over the all tables and hit her. Of course it was all an act to convince everyone that they were a couple,and to annoy me.

Unfortunately, she wasn't all that stupid because she never drugged Harry when there were was any teachers or students watching, not even I managed to get a glimpse of her doing it. What I thought was strange was how Harry's friends never noticed anything strange going on. If they are supposed to be such good friends how can they miss that he is changing right in front of them? Often when I met them in the hallway I felt an urge to grab them and shake them until they realized that something was wrong with Harry.

*

Hopefully it was only a matter of time before Weasley would mess up and she would be exposed, but that didn't mean I liked the waiting.

When February was over and March began I felt less sure about Weasley messing up. And it took a great deal of self power not to do anything when I saw them together.

What was just as bad was that everyone around us knew that Dumbledore ordered me to stay away from the couple. If someone didn't know it then Weasley would make sure they knew, she was taking every precaution to make sure I wouldn't be able to come near them. She stopped spreading rumours about me, instead she spread lies about them, how she and Harry were in love and how it was making others jealous because she was poor, blood traitor or just because they think Harry is supposed to be a sacrifice to the Dark Lord. She never used my name so I couldn't go to the headmaster and tell him about her lies, even if he believed me he wouldn't be able to do anything without proof. What enraged me the most was that the lies about Harry being a possible sacrifice to the Dark Lord was another way of saying that she believed me to be a Death Eater. If I didn't have Harry as my goal then she would have been dead a long time ago.

But I had to stay calm, if I lose my temper again and attack Weasley then I would probably be sent to Azkaban, especially if everyone thinks I'm some sort of secret Death Eater on a quest to give Harry over to the Dark Lord as a gift.

*

It was a matter of time before I would win, but as the weeks passed and half of March was gone I began to doubt my chances.

Lately, Harry seemed to be even more lost; missing classes, quitting Quidditch, and only hanging out with Weasley. The Slytherin's were happy because he wasn't playing Quidditch any-more, and the rest of the school didn't think anything was off because Weasley was, after all, Harry's big love, and nothing would keep them apart.

My mother sent me an owl telling me that she has sued both Rita Skeeter and the Daily Prophet for the article; sadly Weasley was not a part of that horrible piece of writing. Of course I didn't believe that was the truth. Mother wrote that Rita admitted she had a source, it was a boy with dark long hair, but nobody seemed to know who it was. I knew of course that it was Weasley under the influence of Polyjuice potion or some kind of spell, only she would go through such a length to make me look bad.

That Sunday there was another Quidditch match, this time I managed to avoid Pansy so while everyone was up I was sitting down in the common room doing nothing. The match must have been on for at least ten minutes before I decided to leave the dungeon to go to the library and do some research on a project about ancient potions.

I had just settled down in a corner in the library when a book hit me in my back, but when I looked around there was nobody there. I told myself that it was Peeves playing another prank, it was almost like his routine whenever someone sat down in the library to study. So I laid the book down on the table next to me and went back to the study. However, before I could finish the sentence, another book came flying towards me and hit me on the back of my head. This time I was alarmed. If it was Peeves he would come out from his hiding place with a stupid rhyme, so who was it that thought it was fun to hit me with books?

I found my wand and pointed it towards the shelves; if anything moved it would be blasted into the wall.

When I saw something move towards me I hexed it, only to realize that it was another book. "Who's there?"

"Blaise?"

It was a whisper but I knew who it was at once. Reality hit me when I realized that if he hadn't sent the book towards me he would have been the one that was flying into the wall.

I didn't waste time waiting for him come out from his hiding; instead I walked in a fast pace through the many shelves of old dusty books in search for him. And then I found him in the restricted section. He looked normal, except for his emerald eyes, which were blank compared to before when he couldn't hide his emotions. It was strange how nobody noticed his empty eyes.

"Harry..." I started, and noticed my voice wasn't as controlled as I would like it to be.

"Why aren't you helping me?" he asked suddenly.

I walked to the metal gate and opened it; he barely reacted to the change. "Helping you with what?"

"You said..." The way he talked sounded like he was dreaming; a side effect of the potion no doubt. Then I suddenly realised that I still didn't know what kind of drug Weasley was using on him; it couldn't be a well known drug since I'm familiar with most mind controlling potions.

I reached him with only five steps; he didn't notice the distance closing between us before I put my hand on his cheek and stroked him.

"Oh, Ginny," he breathed.

I stopped everything I was doing and stared at him. How could he mention her name in my presence?

I took several deep breaths and tried to reason with myself to calm down. It's the drug, I told myself. He doesn't know what he's saying.

"Blaise," he whispered like he was trying to clear his head. He moved his head closer to my hand in a pleading way, begging me to continue caressing him.

I then lowered my head to kiss him; he looked so innocent in his dream like state. What I hadn't expected was that when our lips touched he fell down. It happened so fast that I didn't have time to grab him before he hit the floor. I gave up trying to hoist him up when he grabbed one of my legs with both his arms and held on, almost like he feared to be lifted up.

"Get up, Harry," I said firmly, but got no response. Instead he began to massage my thigh with his face. I could feel my cock twitch from the attention I was receiving from Harry but I didn't do anything in fear he would stop. He then pushed himself to his knees while pressing his forehead into my groin. The attention my lower part of the body continued until I stopped him.

I fisted his hair and pulled it away from me, I was shocked to see that he was staring at me.

"Take me again before she tries to Blaise," he croaked. I felt a jolt go through my body; did he mean they haven't had sex yet? Could I be so lucky?

"Am I the only one that has had you?" I asked as I cupped his face with my hands.

He tried to nod but it seemed that it took too much out of him.

When I learned that I was the only one that have touched Harry I grabbed him and – with new strength fuelled with desire - managed to lift him up. He clung on to me and wouldn't let go until I told him to release me. When he released me he fell back until his back touched the cold castle wall, I wouldn't have wanted him any other way.

Somehow I managed to open his pants and take them off him. When I saw that he wasn't wearing any underwear I was shocked; if this was any other time I would be turned on, but not when I realized he probably had forgotten to put them on. I would see if I could help Harry, after we have had our fun together.

I noticed that his cock was almost as hard as mine, when I grabbed it Harry moaned loudly.

"Take me, Blaise," he whispered pitifully.

Any control I might have over my body vanished when I heard him beg me to fuck his sweet, angelic body. I used my wand to clean him before I quickly knelt down in between his thighs. My tongue licked the tip of his cock once before tracing him all the way to his entrance. I then pushed through his tight ring of muscle and moaned myself when I heard his sweet moans. I didn't stop until I decided he was wet enough, by that time he was shaking in pleasure.

My own pants were gone in such a haste that I wondered to myself what happened to them, not that I cared to know. Gasping at my need to feel Harry I kissed Harry until he stopped me.

"I want it hard, I need to feel you, and only you," Harry said when he pushed me away

My brain must have shut down because, before I realized what I was doing, I'd pressed my cock between his cheeks all the way until our bodies seemed to be glued together. I should have taken it slow, but Harry's pleads were driving me mad with need.

Harry screamed from the brutality of having his ass almost ripped open, I feared that I had hurt him but he assured me between his moans that he was fine. I felt bad for hurting him until he shrieked at me for stopping, before he got a chance to say anything else I moved my hips, but in a slow rhythm this time. I had almost forgotten how it really felt to be inside Harry that I tried to savour every second. I loved the way he tightened his ass muscles when I pulled my cock out of him, and the way he lifted his ass every time I pushed in again.

"F-Faster," he begged while dragging me towards him.

"But I want it to last," I rasped. Every word I spoke felt like claws scraping my throat.

Then I began to move faster, and harder, making Harry moan loudly every time I crashed into him. I didn't think about anything besides us, and for those blissful moments that was the only thing that was heard through the library. Our pleasure-filled moans and screams, and our bodies smashing together so hard that it sounded like someone was being spanked.

I could easily tell when Harry was close; he clenched his teeth hard together and pinched my arms. He opened his eyes, begging me to continue. Before I knew what happened, Harry screamed loudly and pulled me down on him. I tried my best to fuck him while being in that awkward position, but when I felt his warm seed shoot up between our bodies I didn't care about anything else. Now I could let my body have its reward.

As soon as he released me I stood up and grabbed his already spread legs, bringing his ass higher up so I could have easier access to him. As soon as we were both in the positions I desired, I began to fuck him so hard that I feared I might hurt him again. Soon I began to feel the all-too-familiar squeezing feeling in my groin and it felt like I needed to be deeper to get release, so I lifted up on of his legs on my shoulder and fucked him sideways, harder and faster than before if it was possible.

Soon after I began moaning and swearing at the amazing experience. I noted that Harry's dick began to move again, to my surprise, so I grabbed it and began pumping in the same rhythm as I fucked him.

"Fuck, Harry..." I squeezed his cock harder. "This is so fucking good," I managed to say through my teeth.

Then my groin began to contract and I had the strongest orgasm I had ever had. It felt like something hot ran through my body and ripped it apart, making me moan and shiver, in a good way.

When the whole strange sensation was over, I looked down at Harry and saw that he'd come a second time, that made me smile. I was unsure whether it was because of me or the drugs, but I bet he loved it no mater what. I rested my body on Harry's; it felt like we melted together, his breath and heart beat felt like my own. Never have I felt so peaceful after sex, and I'm sure only Harry can make me feel that way.

"Do you love me?" I realized I was almost asleep when Harry's soft voice grabbed my attention. The question itself was simple, there are only two possible answers, but none of the answers seemed to suit me.

"Do you?" I countered, I was trying to avoid answering Harry's question.

"Yes," he murmured. Who wouldn't be shocked at that? I've devoted my whole life to fucking as many as possible and never being in any relationship, but Harry changes it all. "I love you," he said, probably feared I hadn't heard him the first time. My breath had stopped and I feared I would die like that, if Harry only hadn't confessed his feelings to me.

"You shouldn't," I said as I sat up and looked at him.

"Don't tell me what I shouldn't do, I know I love you." He seemed to be clearer than before, maybe the sex drove some of the poison out of him.

"If you tell that bitch about your feelings then she will kill you," I said, before adding, "And me."

"Don't call her a bitch!" He suddenly screamed at me, and pushed me away from me. I didn't do anything because I knew it was the drug that made him say that, even if only seconds ago I thought he looked clearer. "I'm sorry." He looked down like he was ashamed.

"You don't need to apologize for what she does to you," I muttered as I carded my fingers through his hair. I could see that he didn't respond well to the drugs, his mood swings was enough to tell me that it would end up badly if she continued.

"Why don't you love me?" he said, his voice so soft that I almost didn't hear it.

"I do, but not the same way you love me." The words escaped my lips before I could stop them.

"That is more than I hoped for," he said happily, and dragged me towards him into a hug.

We stayed like that for a number of minutes before both deciding it was time to leave. I never got the chance to ask how he managed to escape Weasley in the first place, but unless this was our last moment together I would have plenty of time to ask him.

As he left the library and I went to sit down to finish my research, I felt happy. Right now I had no worries in the world.