Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

I just had to post this little bit. I loved it. Also Neko, its funny because you felt how I felt when I realized what I was going to do, I screamed.. Yay!!!!!! He is alive :P


hehe. Please read......






Blaise trudged through the snow. It was seeping into his expensive Italian leather shoes. Sigh.


His old professor had once again asked more of Blaise then he expected. Perhaps the Snarky Potions Master had seen a bit of himself in Blaise, and that is why he trusts him.

Alternatively, perhaps he was the only Slytherin who was not a complete waste of space. Either way, it was exciting being a double spy and Voldemort had no style, no panache. Being a Deatheater was so passé.

Blaise moved towards the shops, studying the map that he had received from Lestrange. He knew where they were but it was better that they remain clueless as to why.

“Mischief Managed.” Blaise said as he tapped the map and pocketed the now blank parchment.

Blaise entered the joke shop under a silencing charm. He looked at the hatch and murmured “Alohamora.”

Opening the hatch slowly, he dropped down into the room that he knew was below. Padding over to the kitchen, he reinforced the silencing charm. Blaise looked at Potter curled up with some Indian girl.

Once of the Parvati girls? Whatever. He searched the cupboards and found a container of tea, and he poured water out of the faucet into the can, and blasted it thinking, ‘Relashio’.

The water boiled after a few seconds and Blaise dropped the tea back into the water. Straining it by hand was tricky but eventually he was able to make a rather terrible pot of tea. How welcoming was that of him?


Blaise sat down at the wooden table and took a sip, looking at the grim surroundings. He innately wished it was espresso, but this was Scotland. Ah well. Blaise dropped the Silencing Charm and sipped the hot tea again. His bloody shoes were ruined.

“You.” The word was punctuated with hatred. Ginny Weasley stared across at him from the opposite doorway.

Harry stirred suddenly from the noise and he pointed his wand towards the voices in a panic. The Indian girl jumped up and stood to the side of Harry. Harry scrambled up pointing his wand.

“Zabini. Voldemort knows we are here.” Harry yelled. “Get the other’s to safety… Is that tea?” Harry trailed off staring at the chipped cup nestled in Blaise’s hands.

“Yes, its bloody cold out there.” Zabini took another sip, seemingly unperturbed by Harry’s threatening wand. This was the exciting part, where you never knew if you were going to die or not. Secretly he was thrilled.

A door on the left opened suddenly and Draco stumbled out in all his messed glory, blood shot eyes and tousled hair.

Draco took one look at Zabini and he surged forward.

“What did you tell them!” He squeezed Zabini around the throat and rammed him up against the wall.

The commotion woke Luna and Neville and they spilled forth from the other bedroom in shock.

Zabini was taking very calmly to being strangled by Draco. “Nothing” he gasped.

Zabini didn’t fight back and Draco slowly lowered him to the ground.

“WHAT is Malfoy doing here!? And Zabini? IS that tea?” Neville shouted in confusion.

Luna gasped in delight.“Nobody said there was tea here.” Luna walked towards the table and took a sip of the cup.

“Oh it’s very bitter.” Luna grimaced.

Neville looked at Harry in frustration.

“Hold on a tic, I am figuring it out now.” Harry said.

“Zabini?” Draco gritted out.

“Draco’s turned traitor to Voldemort.” Harry explained quickly to Neville.

“And Zabini?” Neville eyed him.

“I’m not sure…” admitted Harry.

“I came for Ginerva.” Zabini said bluntly, plucking the cup from Luna’s hands and he presented it to Ginny with a lazy smile.

“The hell you did!” Ginny tossed the tea back in his face.

“OH Ginny, it was REAL tea.” Luna gasped in dismay.

“I don’t bloody care. You are all fools if you believe anything Zabini says. He is a cold hearted bastard who only cares about himself.” Ginny screamed.

Zabini winced. “Not at all. I saw to your pleasure frequently, Cara.”

“Oh!!!!!!!” Ginny gritted out and she grabbed a nearby book and hurled it at his head.

Harry looked confused at the scene, as did Nagini. “You said he was using you, Ginny. Tricking you to love him.”

“You said that Ginerva? That wasn’t very honest.” Blaise looked hurt.

“It’s not a lie, you drugged me!” Ginny declared heatedly, before she hurled another book.

Blaise ducked it smoothly. “No, I didn’t. Draco and I both knew what was going on. I did not need to drug you, my love. You were attract…” Blaise ducked as a light fixture flew at him.

“Please sweetheart your going to hurt yourself.” Blaise tried again, but Ginny had gotten close enough to him to swing out her arm and she connected with his face.

Ginny spat… “You used me you filthy sod!”

Blaise held his nose, which had begun to spurt out a thin trickle of blood.

“Oh… I do not like blood. It makes me…” Blaise slid into a deep faint.

“A Deatheater that faints at the sight of blood? That’s a new one.” Neville nudged his prone body.

Draco smirked slightly. “Not just any type of blood, only his. The vain prick.”

Harry sighed. “We better tie him up. Do you think Voldemort knows where he is?”

Draco looked thoughtful.

“No, we would have been raided by now. Zabini must have come by himself. You must have done a serious number on him, Wease… Ginny. He ruined his favorite pair of shoes just to walk here.”

“We are all in danger of losing much more then that, very soon.” A weak voice said from behind Draco and the humor fled the room.

Hermione Granger looked like hell. Her hair fell in straggled masses to either side of her chalk-white face. She held herself weakly in the doorframe and she was staring at Draco with accusing hollow eyes.

Her hands fell protectively on her belly and Draco felt a rush of relief that she was actually standing on her own. His eyes dropped to her belly and then went back up to her face.

Hermione stumbled over to Draco and she smiled slightly but the humor did not reach her eyes.

“I agree with Ginny. We can’t trust either of them.” Hermione’s fist reached out and connected with his nose. Draco fell back onto the floor, holding his nose as blood spurted out.

“Tie him up, Harry. NOW.” Hermione’s voice was cold and flat. Hermione rubbed her fist.

Harry used a binding charm and rope came out tying the two of them together. Luna and Ginny rushed over to stand by Hermione and they hugged her. “Are you okay?” They asked in unison.

Hermione shook her head. “I don’t think I will be okay again for a long time.”

She stared down at Draco who remained silent, blood dripping from his regal nose. It killed her that he was still so perfect looking despite the bloody nose. His eyes were barely bloodshot, and his hair tousled looked sexy instead of messy.

Hermione shivered as his eyes caught her own and she could feel the silver orbs probing her. “Lock them in the pantry.”

Luna took their wands, while Neville and Harry moved them inside and locked the door behind them.


Hermione shook slightly as she stared at them all.


They stared back at her.


They were all thinking the same thing.



What now?





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