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actionreactionHere is is. My very first slash fic. Blaise/Draco, set in second year, during Chamber of Secrets. Totally PG, but laying in groundwork.
First Impressions
Draco Malfoy reclined in the Slytherin common room and took stock of the situation. He was a second year now. Plus. He was practically adored by Professor Snape. Plus. Harry Potter was still a proverbial thorn in his side. Minus. And everyone now thought that that excuse for a wizard was actually the heir of the great Salazar Slytherin. What, simply because he was a Parselmouth? Minus. And that dodgy old codger of a headmaster Dumbledore seemed to be becoming Perfect Potter's new best friend, in spite of, of perhaps because of the situation. Definite minus. Not the Draco cared much for Dumbledore, but it did help to have the headmaster on your side and it was obvious Dumbledore was not. Especially with the fact that students were dropping left and right. Draco smirked. Well, mudbloods anyway. That hardly counted.
Draco chewed thoughtfully on his lower lip and let his thoughts simmer. So lost in thought was he that he almost failed to notice a sight movement above him. He looked up at the grand mirror over the fireplace and saw standing behind his reflection with precise features and skin as dark as Draco's was ivory pale. Draco tilted his head to ever so slight an angle and appraised the boy. He'd seen him around before obviously, but had never the occasion to speak with him. And why was that?
"Excuse me," the boy [boy? Rather a wolf in human form] said in a chilly voice that danced fingers of ice down Draco's spine. Without another word, he began reaching around Draco to the large basket on the end table that was usually quite full of fruit. Alas now it held but one apple. A sudden hunger rose in Draco as he watched the boy sink slightly sharp fingernails into the easily bruised skin of the red, red apple and bring it ever so slowly to his lips.
Draco was unaware that his mouth hung just the barest inch open. The boy fixed eyes on Draco, golden eyes locked on eyes like dark smoke, and lifted one lip in what may have been a smile. "Oh, did you want this?" Without waiting for a response, the boy bit deeply into it, letting the juice drip slowly down his chin. “Should have moved a little faster, Malfoy.”
Draco pulled himself slowly to his feet, legs moving as though made of stone. “You know my name?” Well didn't THAT sound ever so impressive.
The boy sidled around the end table with slow grace, like… Draco couldn't help the analogy… like a hunter stalking his prey. “Oh we all know Draco Malfoy.”
Draco swallowed hard. The boy's words certainly didn't match his tone. There was definitely that predatory edge underlying his words. Like he was really saying something else… “Do we now? And what am I to take that to mean?”
The excuse for a smile widened. “Whatever you wish.”
A clever reply [and he really did have one ready] from Draco was interrupted by a desperate sounding wail from somewhere outside the common room.
“Oh dear,” the boy said, sounding not at all concerned, “they must have found another Petrified mudblood. Perhaps it's a Gryffindor…” Those dark gold eyes raked up and down Draco from head to toe. “Have the rest of the apple. You look a bit pale.” He tossed to apple with one perfect bite taken out of it to Draco who caught it without breaking eye contact. “See you around, Malfoy.”
He sauntered out presumably the way he'd come in, but paused briefly at the door. “Oh and my name's Zabini. Blaise Zabini. I trust you won't forget it.”
This was written as a challenge for the now-closed Coil Archive. The words I had to use were: sharp, apple, smoke, chew, simmer, wail, wolf, extinguish, chilly, angle, break, mirror, hunt, pull and stone. The theme was "firsts."
First Impressions
Draco Malfoy reclined in the Slytherin common room and took stock of the situation. He was a second year now. Plus. He was practically adored by Professor Snape. Plus. Harry Potter was still a proverbial thorn in his side. Minus. And everyone now thought that that excuse for a wizard was actually the heir of the great Salazar Slytherin. What, simply because he was a Parselmouth? Minus. And that dodgy old codger of a headmaster Dumbledore seemed to be becoming Perfect Potter's new best friend, in spite of, of perhaps because of the situation. Definite minus. Not the Draco cared much for Dumbledore, but it did help to have the headmaster on your side and it was obvious Dumbledore was not. Especially with the fact that students were dropping left and right. Draco smirked. Well, mudbloods anyway. That hardly counted.
Draco chewed thoughtfully on his lower lip and let his thoughts simmer. So lost in thought was he that he almost failed to notice a sight movement above him. He looked up at the grand mirror over the fireplace and saw standing behind his reflection with precise features and skin as dark as Draco's was ivory pale. Draco tilted his head to ever so slight an angle and appraised the boy. He'd seen him around before obviously, but had never the occasion to speak with him. And why was that?
"Excuse me," the boy [boy? Rather a wolf in human form] said in a chilly voice that danced fingers of ice down Draco's spine. Without another word, he began reaching around Draco to the large basket on the end table that was usually quite full of fruit. Alas now it held but one apple. A sudden hunger rose in Draco as he watched the boy sink slightly sharp fingernails into the easily bruised skin of the red, red apple and bring it ever so slowly to his lips.
Draco was unaware that his mouth hung just the barest inch open. The boy fixed eyes on Draco, golden eyes locked on eyes like dark smoke, and lifted one lip in what may have been a smile. "Oh, did you want this?" Without waiting for a response, the boy bit deeply into it, letting the juice drip slowly down his chin. “Should have moved a little faster, Malfoy.”
Draco pulled himself slowly to his feet, legs moving as though made of stone. “You know my name?” Well didn't THAT sound ever so impressive.
The boy sidled around the end table with slow grace, like… Draco couldn't help the analogy… like a hunter stalking his prey. “Oh we all know Draco Malfoy.”
Draco swallowed hard. The boy's words certainly didn't match his tone. There was definitely that predatory edge underlying his words. Like he was really saying something else… “Do we now? And what am I to take that to mean?”
The excuse for a smile widened. “Whatever you wish.”
A clever reply [and he really did have one ready] from Draco was interrupted by a desperate sounding wail from somewhere outside the common room.
“Oh dear,” the boy said, sounding not at all concerned, “they must have found another Petrified mudblood. Perhaps it's a Gryffindor…” Those dark gold eyes raked up and down Draco from head to toe. “Have the rest of the apple. You look a bit pale.” He tossed to apple with one perfect bite taken out of it to Draco who caught it without breaking eye contact. “See you around, Malfoy.”
He sauntered out presumably the way he'd come in, but paused briefly at the door. “Oh and my name's Zabini. Blaise Zabini. I trust you won't forget it.”
This was written as a challenge for the now-closed Coil Archive. The words I had to use were: sharp, apple, smoke, chew, simmer, wail, wolf, extinguish, chilly, angle, break, mirror, hunt, pull and stone. The theme was "firsts."