Save me (Drarry)

Chapter 7 🧆

Blaise paced anxiously throughout the ballroom in his manor.

Draco should have written back by now. It isn't as if he could be so preoccupied talking to a bunch of old geysers that he couldn't find time to sit down and write a letter to his friend. On the other hand, his owl never returned. Did that mean it was still looking for Draco? That's ridiculous, Blaise sent the letter two weeks ago! Salazar, he should have begged Draco to take him with, on his trip to the states. With the war on the horizon and Aurors scouring the world for those marked.

Blaise bit his lip, bottling his nervous and negative thoughts. Maybe he was overreacting, Draco could be enjoying himself and forgot to write. Nonetheless it was common knowledge in the Slytherin house that Lucious Malfoy was a cruel, abusive father. Not unlike most of their parents.

An ear bleeding scream came from the foyer, followed by mumbled shouting. Blaise immediately reached for his wand.

A fury of colours flashed on the marble tile floor through the slight crack underneath the door. Blaise had to act fast, so he snatched his dagger out from the inside of a vase. He always kept weapons hidden around just incase he had to fight off someone the muggle way. It was sleek black, and charmed to cut through anything -including diamond. He jogged over to the servants doors.

They were passageways throughout the manor so the other servants, beside the elves, could quickly attend to our needs. Unnecessary in many situations, but Blaise couldn't deny they weren't his favourite when he was a child. Specifically when he and Draco went 'exploring' through the mansion.

Blaise opened the door silently, not wanting to alert anyone of his presence in the room over. He crept into the hallway. It wasn't very long, seeing as he just needed to reach the room across the rooms east wall and the door was on the south wall by the extravagant fireplace. All he had to do was turn east and walk, once there he could open the door and enter the foyer.

Blaise's heartbeat thumped loudly in his ears, a light sheen of nervous sweat covered his forehead. What if Aurors where here? Would he be sent to Azkaban? He didn't have a dark mark, nor had he used any unforgivables -at least not on anyone. He reached the exiting door to soon for his liking, it loomed over him, daring him to open it. 'Pathetic! What are you? A first year Hufflepuff! Get up and at least try to not be a disappointment to the Zabini name!' His father's words rang in his ears drowning out the sound of his heart.

Grow a pair Blaise! He told himself, elbowing the wall in frustration. On the count of three he threw the door open to see something he never would have expected. Aurors, yes. Angry veelas, also a yes. But Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and ex-Professor Lupin furiously shouting spells at Blaise's parents and the manors guards definitely was NOT one of the situation he mentally prepared himself for.

"Brilliant," he muttered sarcastically "just what I needed to spice up my Monday." He clung to the wall, thankful no one had noticed him yet. He continued to shuffle his way behind enemy lines until he stood directly behind a livid weasel. Despite the rush of adrenaline Blaise trembled in fear. Wasn't it rude to just stab someone in the back in the muggle world? 'Get over it' a voice in his head prodded. His fist clenched and unclenched around the dagger, his palms were sweaty and he honestly didn't how the knife hadn't slipped out of his hand.

Blaise suddenly tripped over an Auror's foot. " Shit! I'm about to land on the weasel" And he did.

"Blaise-Fucking Zabini. Should have guessed you would have fallen  for me! You did ask me to the Yule Ball in 4th year, I was under the pretense Malfoy dared you to say that, but I guess I was wrong." Eww! Blaise felt physically sick just thinking about liking the Weasel.

"You're disgusting, you know that right. And also I didn't fall for you, I fell on you. Would you please get me off of you now!" All Blaise wanted was to be free of this muggle-loving git.

Wait! What if he saw his knife on the ground! He was doomed for sure! Damn it, he was to young to go to Azkaban!

"Ron! Are you alright? I stopped Zabini before he could do anything." Granger rushed over to them.

Blaise looked around to see his house in ruins, chunks of the walls and ceilings were missing from their places and instead lay scattered on the floor. His mother and stepfather were nowhere to be seen, however the guards were being held down by Weaslette and Lupin.

Granger crouched down by the weasel to help him stand, she reached for his forearm and jerked him up suddenly. Blaise grunted awkwardly stumbling upward with him.

"Blimey 'Mione! Get this git of my back would you? Hell, Zabini, just get bloody off of me!" Ron hissed, craning his neck to look at him.

"Ron, honestly," Granger sighed, rubbing her temple with her left hand. Her left hand was preoccupied, tightly holding her wand. "if you hadn't noticed, that isn't the Slytherin's arm encircling your stomach, or his leg wrapped around your thigh. Let me untangle you from this rope, if you stay still I can get this death eater off you in no time"

"The hell you mean death eater, mudblood! You can check my wrist right now! Actually you can do that right after you free me from this muggle loving prat." Blaise would be lying if he said he wasn't scared shitless, but he would be damned before he ebervlet them know that.