In Too Deep (Blairon)

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My eyes widened and I snatched my hand away from the edge. Tingles shot through my arm, across my shoulders and down to my spine and stomach, making me shudder. I stared in amazement as the dark shadow at the bottom of the pool swam under me, circling me like an underwater vulture. Ready to devour its prey. I looked back up at the Doctor and he nodded, motioning for me to take another fish out the bucket. So I did. I held my hand over the edge of the platform and waited for half a minute before salty water was splashed on me again and before I knew it, my hand was empty. Using my shirt to wipe the water out of my eyes, I grunted.

"I did what you wanted. Can I leave now?" I asked and Dr McLaggen rolled his eyes underneath his rectangular glasses. Sighing. "Deputy-"

"Ron?"

Everybody gasped and pens immediately began scribbling on clipboards. His voice sounded just as ethereal, magical and just as dangerous as it had the first time we met. I whipped my head towards the water, my blue eyes wide and wondering. At the very opposite end of the tank, with nothing but his eyes and the top of his head sticking  out of the water looking quite agitated was the mer himself. I felt a light dusting of blush cascade my checks as he stared at me. I tried to look anywhere but his penetrating gaze. But, unlike the last time he'd looked me in the eyes, he wasn't glaring. I couldn't see much from far away but he was scared, and part of me wanted to slip into the water and hold him. I hated that part of me. I despised it with every bone in my body. I was still with Hermione whom him and his lap dog nearly killed!

I had been glaring at the mer for so long when I came out of my stupor, my hand was gripping the edge of the platform so tightly my knuckles were going white and my hand was turning purple. "Deputy. The fish," McLaggen reminded me and it took every fibre of my being to pull away and reach my purple hand into the bucket. I held it out with more confidence this time, waiting impatiently for the bastard to snatch it away. As expected, he ducked under the water and swam towards me. But he didn't snatch it. Oh no. Instead, he slipped it out my hand, tossed it further into the water before licking my outstretched palm.

I couldn't help but shiver as his abnormally long, hot tongue lapped at my hand. The familiar feeling made my stomach turn with something I only hoped was disgust. But alas, I recognized the butterflies in my stomach, the pounding of my heart and the yearning to be closer to him.

Out of nowhere however, the mer took a break from assaulting my hand with his tongue to speak.

"Intriguing human," he muttered, glaring at my hand as if it were the hardest maths problem in the world. Did mers even know maths? Blaise didn't know what shorts were when we were on Mage Island so I don't have high hopes.

A laugh bubbled out of my throat and my eyes widened. I couldn't help but smile as Blaise studied my hand, poking it, licking it and pulling it slightly. It seemed everything he did just got more adorable over time and all I could do was watch and laugh.

But my happy mood was suddenly dampened when Doctor McLaggen spoke.

"That'll be all Deputy. We'll take it from here for now."

To my surprise, Blaise hissed, bearing his multitude of perfectly straight, slightly coated in fish blood teeth. "He's not going to eat if Ron's not here," Harry stated, shocking me even more. Then something happened that completely threw me off. Blaise clutched onto my pinky finger and glared, the dark, empty voids that happened to be his eyes churned into yellow as bright as the sun.

"My human stays with me,"

The room when silent.

The scientists stopped taking notes.

My heart stopped beating.

Harry's mouth was gaping.

Dr McLaggen looked amazed.

Suddenly, common sense was slapped back into my brain and I snatched my hand out of Blaise's. Making him whimper.

"I'm not anyone's  fucking human!" I sneered and his eyes widened. "Let's go, Harry," I stated angrily, standing up. Out of curiosity as Harry shook himself out of his own shock, I glanced back at the mer and my eyes widened at the heart breaking sight I was looking at.

Blaise was crying. One, slow, glossy tear at a time sliding down his perfectly angled jaw and into the water. His bright eyes had gone back to brown. But they were too brown. Almost pitch black. The mer didn't make an effort to wipe his eyes. He just stared at me, letting his tears cascade his cheeks.

A wave of guilt washed over me and I swallowed an agonizing gulp of air.

"Come back tomorrow?" Dr McLaggen asked and I shuddered, taking my place next to Harry.

"I doubt it."

As an intern walked Harry and I threw the multiple metal doors with card readers I couldn't help but feel my eyes sting, forcing my own tears back as we soon drove out of Finch Labratories.