Why him?

As of late, I'd been feeling pretty lazy, mostly because I hadn’t really accomplished anything. The first week of April passed and Harry’s condition was still the same. I suppose I should be thankful; at least he wasn't getting worse.

However, the Weasley whore was still at St Mungos and it annoyed me like hell; I constantly heard people saying how brave she is and how much she loves Harry. It makes me sick.

After the encounter with the boy Weasley, I hoped I wouldn’t meet him again. Luckily I didn’t, but I should have hoped I wouldn’t see Granger either.

I was down by the lake like everybody else on that sunny Thursday afternoon, and I had no worries about being disturbed. Not until I realised that Granger must have seen me since she was walking straight towards me, her arms full of books and her big curly hair sticking out in every possible direction.

"Tell me who's hurting Harry!" she cried, even before we were in reasonable talking distance. Did she honestly think that demanding it again would make me change my mind?

Finally she reached me and I could speak to her.

"Do you want to be the reason he dies?" I asked.

I could see she was battling with herself for a moment before she ignored her conscience and demanded more answers.

"How would he die if I know?" she asked me suspiciously. "Are you under a spell? Will the person know if you speak their name?"

"I don’t take chances," I said shortly. Especially not with Harry.

"You know," she started as she put her books down and folded her arms, "I’m starting to believe it’s you seeing as you haven’t told anyone about it. Why did you wait until Harry was sent into a coma?" I could see what she was trying to do; trying to turn everything around so I would the guilty one. It could also be that she was trying to find someone to blame since her best friend could die; probably having someone to put the blame on would ease the pain. I know that if someone close to me was dying I would find someone to blame it on, innocent or not.

"You're such a stupid girl," I snarled at her. "Do you think I didn’t tell anyone because I want Potter to die? How many times do I have to tell you that if I expose the guilty one, they'll make sure he dies! Why can’t you ignorant, annoying Gryffindor’s trust me? Is it because I’m a Slytherin?" I made sure I didn’t shout at her; it wouldn’t look good if I was sent to the headmaster for fighting with another Gryffindor, again.

"I don’t believe you because I have to take every step of precaution possible," she whispered. "Harry could die and I won’t even know who was to blame!" I could see her eyes were turning red, a likely sign she would begin to cry. Then I'd either have to comfort her or run away. After much deliberation I decided that - Even though I hate comforting anyone - I should try and stop the tears.

"Sit down, Granger," I said as kindly as I could, but I was still annoyed. It took a little before she did as she was told as she was still sobbing. I knelt down next to her. "If you were the one who knew who was drugging Harry, and you knew that if you told anyone the truth then the guilty person would kill him, would you tell anyone about it?" She shook her head; at least she understood. "The only reason why nobody believes me is because I’m a Slytherin."

"That’s not true." I wished she would keep her mouth shut sometimes - she knew I was right.

"It is, and I don’t wish to argue on that matter. You don't believe me because you don’t know what relationship I have with Potter, you only know that we've fought a few times. That's more than enough to make me a suspect." I wondered if I should tell her that Harry and I have met other times as well, but decided it was too early. "I won't say anything else since it's between me and him, but when he wakes up you can ask him if that is what you wish."

It looked like she accepted my answer, even if she didn't believe me, but that's as much as I'd hoped for right now. We sat like that until I had to go back to class. After that I didn't see her again.

-o-

I thought I was safe from angry Gryffindors, but apparently it was custom that I should be haunted by one every day. The day after Granger found me the boy Weasley trapped me in a corner.

"What is it, Weasley?" I asked exasperatedly. It was clear to me that he wasn't sure if he wanted to say anything. Since he was unsure I decided to leave. "If you're not going to open your mouth any time soon then move out of my way. I have better things to do."

"What kind of relationship did you have with Harry?" he asked suddenly. I must say that I was shocked to hear him ask me that, but not so much so considering that Granger probably nagged him to ask me.

"It's private."

"Was it a sexual relationship?" His ears turned crimson red as he spoke, and I wondered if it was because of the question he just asked or if he was imagining something.

"Did your girlfriend tell you to ask me?" I asked slyly. The blush travelled from his ears to his cheeks, making him look absolutely adorable. "Why do you ask?" But from the way he kept opening and closing his mouth, I could tell that he wasn't able to say much.

I wasn't sure why but I got the feeling that Weasley sometimes fantasizes about men... Maybe it was the way he was blushing or it could be the way he looked at me. The only thing I knew for sure was that I would try and find it out.

"Do you have naughty thoughts about me, Weasley?" I asked, my voice gravelly with anticipation. I didn't think it was possible but his already crimson face turned a deeper shade of red.

I got my answer.

I know it was wrong since I have something special with Harry - if you can call it that - but how could I turn my back to a horny teenager?

I grabbed his tie in a firm grip. Weasley looked away but didn't do anything so I took it as an invitation. I pulled his tie so he was forced to come closer to me before I claimed his lips. He wasn't really aggressive like my Harry, but he responded when I pushed my tongue into his mouth. I grinded my body against his and twirled him around before pushing him into the wall.

"You sure you want this?" I breathed. Harry accused me for rape, even if I didn't do anything against his will, so I wanted to make sure that Weasley didn't think it was rape as well.

"Yes." His reply was so soft and quiet that I had to convince myself that he'd spoken. I didn't need any other answer from the blushing teen.

Before he would come to his senses and change his mind I began to kiss him again. Then I pushed my hand down his pants and grabbed his hard cock. In a fast pace I pumped him, making sure he enjoyed every part of it. He moaned and pushed his pelvis up to meet my strokes, his eyes closed and his mouth opened. I decided to kiss his neck before softly biting it, making him moan even louder.

I continued until his whole body began to tremble and he came in my hand. I was glad we were completely alone because when Weasley came he growled so loudly that it could be called screaming. I watched him as his whole body collapsed for a moment. It was a good thing that I was holding him.

"You'd better head back to the Gryffindor tower, Weasley. We don't want your girlfriend to get suspicious." It took him a moment before he understood what I was saying.

"Oh no, what have I done?" he whispered. I could see the fear in his eyes from realizing he had cheated. I didn't feel bad about what we had done, and didn't see why he should; if I got my will I would have Granger in one way or another too, not that I think I would try; she was far to sure about herself for my liking.

"I won't tell if you don't." I smirked at the scared boy, he certainly had something special, even if it wasn't something for me.

"I cheated, how can I not tell her?" Stupid little boy, I just hoped he wouldn't tell Granger what we did, that could certainly stir his relationship with Harry.

"Is it a crime to have a little fun? I bet you satisfied yourself plenty of times, I just helped you this time." I have fucked, sucked and masturbated many boys and girls who were already in a relationship, so I know how to make them relax when they suddenly realize what they have done. "It's not a crime to enjoy yourself. I'll see you later, Weasley."

And then I left; I didn't see the point in staying. I’m sure that the next time he sees me he will find it strange as well. There was no need to make him blush even more.

-o-

Days turned into weeks... horrible weeks that made me want to hit my head against the wall until it cracked. I hate it when something awful is going on but I can't do anything. I wondered if things would have gone in a different direction if I had chosen not to fuck Harry in the first place, or if things would have been different if I had killed Weasley the first time she threatened me. Or maybe things would have been different had I gone straight to the headmaster the first time I knew something was wrong with Harry.

I hated to sit and reflect over the past, thinking what if, but I realized important details that I haven't thought about before; what happens to the war now that Harry is barely alive?

"I have put him under a strong protective charm which keeps him safe," the old buffoon answered me when I asked him. I wanted to shout at Dumbledore and tell him how stupid he is - the Dark Lord isn't the only danger to Harry, the Weasley slut could kill him even easier than the darkest wizard of our time could!

"Have you found out what kind of drug she used?" I asked nervously, but Dumbledore shook his head sadly.

"Unfortunately she found it in a book that has proven to be extremely hard to find, but I believe we will find another copy soon."

I scoffed; I have a hard time believing that a group of powerful wizards haven't been able to find a copy of a book that a silly school girl probably stumbled upon. Was it really that difficult to arrest Weasley?

"I can give you my memories," I said suddenly, though I knew it was too late. I should have done it ages ago, or at least when Harry was still walking... if I accused her for the crime now then nobody would believe me, even if I did have several memories that could send her to Azkaban. I know that everyone will believe they're fake memories. It's just like Granger said; why would I wait until now?

There had to be something I could do. After all, there was only a little over a month left before school was over.

-o-
The short meeting with Dumbledore didn't help me much; everything was just as fucked up now as it was before. The only good thing that came out of the conversation was that he told me Harry was responding to the treatment. I wondered how, seeing as they still hadn't found out what sent him into the coma in the first place, maybe he fought the potion himself.

Of course, I knew that things wouldn't be that easy; every time I thought Weasley might loose the battle, she always managed to twist things around so I looked like the bad guy. I was so sure that something bad would happen so the day I heard Harry had woken up I found it hard to smile.

During the second day I decided to take a chance, to think that maybe I could win this time. But of course I didn't have any such luck. Just when I decided to hope for a good ending something went bad. Really bad.

The headmaster called me to his office to tell me the bad news. I hadn't heard anyone in the school gossip about Harry, so it must have happened recently.

"As you know, Mr Potter woke up yesterday," Dumbledore said calmly. I nodded; of course I knew that, did he think I could walk through the school not hearing about the good news? "Miss Weasley met him yesterday evening after the medi-witches checked him." I didn't show him how much that bothered me; why hadn't he denied her access to him?

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked, my voice hoarse. I could tell it was something important; the old man looked most upset.

"A close friend of mine watched over Potter, and he reported back to me the instant Miss Weasley left him." So someone was watching them... if I find out who it is then I wouldn't hesitate in asking if Weasley had ever stepped over the line and kissed Harry. "I am sure you know what the subject of their fight was." At least the coma hadn't messed up Harry's mind - he still wouldn't stay with her. I nodded; how I could not know? "Do you wish to tell me what's been going on between you three?" Dumbledore asked, as he peered over his spectacles. Apparently I had no choice, even if I didn’t tell him he would probably still know in the end.

"It's between me and Harry, but since you apparently need to know then I'll tell you the short version." Harry would probably hate him but he didn't have a choice. "We had sex in October," I said quickly. The headmaster wasn’t shocked, he just nodded. "Then we had a fight, he wanted to stay with me but I didn't."

"So you don't want to be with Harry? Is that the whole story?"

"That is the beginning, I can't stay with him because relationships doesn't work for me." I answered him without thinking about the question and felt embarrassed; I'd never told anyone about my fear of relationships, if you could call it that. "Weasley," I took a pause to restrain myself from adding slut, "wanted Potter, but she wants him because of fame and money she would receive if she married him." The headmaster nodded slowly, but I wondered if he really understood what I meant. "I was sort of willing to let her have him, until Potter almost begged me to stop her."

"I see." He didn't say anything else so I took it as a sign to continue.

"She threatened me many times; right before Potter ended up in a coma she sent me a message telling me that it's my fault."

"Do you know what she meant by it?" he asked, his blue eyes intrigued. I really didn't want to tell him, but something about his being told me it was safe to tell him even the darkest secret I had. Maybe he used magic to make me spill my secrets, but deep down I knew he would do everything he could to keep me safe, even if I was a Slytherin.

"It was during the last Quidditch game," I said, thinking back to that wonderful afternoon. "Harry found me in the library studying, and... we both had sex again. She must have seen us or something because I heard a rumour that they were fighting in the hallway the same day, not so long after we met."

"I see. Thank you for telling me this, Blaise. I know how hard it must be for you to tell me and I appreciate it." He stood up and walked around the table; it looked like he was thinking.

"I'm sure you didn't bring me up here only to get my version of the story," I said, following the pacing wizard with my eyes.

"You're right, I asked you to join me because this morning I received some dreadful news. Approximately two hours after Harry ate breakfast he had another overdose. This time he died before they managed to bring him back, he is still in a coma but stable." It felt like my heart jumped out of my chest; how could he have died?

"She did it," I said instantly. I fought the urge to get up from my seat and hunt her down and kill her.

"Unfortunately there is no proof of her doing it. Miss Weasley didn't have access to Mr Potter's food." That couldn't be true! I thought angrily. She was the one who did it! She killed Harry...

"So you're saying you can't do anything even if she killed him?" I whispered. I began to lose faith in the system; how could one, insignificant, little girl kill someone without any consequences?

"Calm down, my boy," the old man soothed. "We have a plan, but we can't do anything until Harry wakes up."

"How can you be sure he'll wake up this time?"

"He slowly began to gain consciousness today." I couldn't believe it; first he made me tell him about my relationship with Harry, then he told me Harry had died but was brought back to life again, and then he told me they couldn't arrest the slut. This day wasn't good at all. I decided to stay calm even if it killed me.

"Why did you tell me he died? Why did you tell me any of it?" I asked huskily. I wiped my eyes which were threatening to give away my feelings for Harry.

"I know what he means to you, and you shouldn't give it up because of commitment problems or because you two have problems adjusting to each other."

"You don't know anything, I don't love him, and I don't want to stay with him," I said flatly.

"Snape told me about the potion," Dumbledore said quietly. "He knows a great deal about that potion. Did you know, for instance, that it's impossible for it to lose its effect, except..." I was becoming tired of his small pauses. "Well, except when someone tries to stop love." It didn't make sense, especially not since I had decided early on never to care about anybody.

"Love can conquer everything, Blaise. That is why Harry survived when he was a baby, because his mother loved him so much that she sacrificed herself to save him." That was something I didn't know, but that didn't mean I needed to know it. I didn't want to stay with Harry, did I?

"What has that got to do with me?"

"The only way Harry can survive the war is with love, without it he might lose faith," Dumbledore said warmly. When I looked at the old man I could see that he wanted me to help Harry. I decided then to help him out, if things really didn't work out in the end I could just break off my relationship with Harry.

"So when can I see him?" I asked stiffly. Dumbledore smiled softly, and I knew that meant I would be seeing Harry as soon as he woke up.