Wanted for mercy

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Blaise had gone out of site for hours, no word from him to anyone, dangerous especially since his face was all over the country on a wanted poster. It was pitch black outside, no singing birds, no wind, there was nothing... eerily silent. Something was off and he knew it, he felt seen... He had to tell someone.

He had done everything and anything to keep his mind occupied, guilt infused into his veins- apart of himself. Blaise closed and spelled the door shut, Nova was passed out on the couch on his left but he kept moving to get to the only thing that matters. He wondered the corridors, sobbing coming from one room- granger, quiet whispers coming from another. He knocked and opened the door next to his room.

Theo and Malfoy look up, the dark rings around Theo's eyes very clear and Malfoy's face looked empty.

"What?" Malfoy sighed, Blaise hadn't spoken nor moved

"He's here. He was here... him and his rats." Blaise said

Theo blew out a breath and laid down, his hands behind his head and his feet crossed comfortably, Blaise's anger bubbling again in less than a second.

"Who? We know quite a few rats Zabini."

"Get your fucking feet off my linen sheets." Malfoy spat

"Oi!"

"Potter, Barks and one of the red heads. The female one, not the old one." Blaise scoffed

"Not the old one?" Malfoy laughed

"Ginerva Weasley." Theo said loudly as he sat up

"Whatever her name is. They were here, I came out to go after Evan and the mudblood- i saw them in the barn." Blaise spoke

"That fucking bitch! They're going to rat us out! They'll be half a state away now! You moron, you waited to tell us?!" Theo shouted

"I have-"

"What's with all the shouting?" Gabriel barged in, mostly naked

"Put your cock away mate then we can talk." Theo gagged

"Nothing. Fuck off, I'm talking to adults. Go back to your whore houses." Blaise hissed

No one spoke, if they weren't careful they would wake Nova and that wouldn't be a good thing. That woman would go straight back to Voldormort if they even had the slightest chance of finding peace.

"You say that as if I crave it..."

"Because you do. We'll talk about it tomorrow, I'm going to sleep... peacefully, knowing I haven't stolen anyone's daughters." Blaise smirked

A red right cruel smirk, Gabe did not smirk back at him. Ever since they moved things had been tense. Blaise walked himself out, walking pasted and stopping in front of Granger's room. He saw it then, he saw everything he hated in her disappear. The way his wife's arm held Hermione close, how she held her close back. Calmness in Astoria that Blaise hadn't seen in a long time.

He walked in quietly, closing the door behind him. Kill her for touching your wife, slit her throat just because you can- no... then none of this would be worth it, who cares she's a mudblood- but Tori likes her... the chair across from the mirror and table became his bed for the night. He sat comfortably and let sleep steal him away from consciousness.

How pretty Astoria looked when she slept, the only time she wasn't worried, the only time she wasn't troubled by lingering pain or nausea. He was ashamed to admit it but it had gotten better with Hermione around, seemed like Astoria was beginning to fight.

With that Astoria suddenly shot up, too fast for his brain to comprehend, her head in a toilet bowl seconds later- Hermione by her side the second she had risen, Blaise could only watch, the way her blood filled her mouth, her body get weak and swollen- hot to the touch.

"It's alright, must be something you've- Merlin Astoria.." Hermione gasped

"Back off."

Hermione jumped, she moved to the other side of the room, it wasn't far but far enough. Astoria kept persistently throwing up, gasping for desperate breathes in between.

"I can't help but wonder why you're friends are surrounding us mudblood." Blaise whispered

"You're not going to help her?! Look at her-"

"She'll be done in a minute, why was potter in the barn earlier? I can practically feel the twat lurking." Blaise hissed, Astoria's hand found his thigh

Calm down

"You saw? If you know so much why am I still breathing? Why are they still alive? I would have thought you would have slaughtered them." Hermione laughed in disbelief

He avoided her question, suddenly regretting the fact he brought it up at all. Astoria stopped, tears streaming from her eyes, her lips covered in blood. Hermione rubbing her back, a warning in her eye telling Blaise she wouldn't hesitate to argue.

Astoria stood herself, pushing away Hermione's help. She looked confused, Blaise let her be. He felt sick to his stomach when he watched his wife suffer, her blood curse taking its toll over her body. He laid her down, Hermione eyed him and he almost laughed.

"What are you staring at?"

"What? You're not going to drag her back to your room?" Hermione bit

"She's just fine here, you should get some sleep. I imagine seeing Potter again has worn you out." Blaise whispered

"How come I'm not dead yet? How come they aren't- you didn't say anything." Hermione bit her tongue

"Go to sleep mudblood, wake me if she worsens." Blaise teethed, so much anger

"Why?!" Hermione replied

"I don't owe a mudblood an explanation. I am your superior!" He spoke

"Don't make me laugh. I'd still be in a cell-"

"You're not in that cell because Evan has a heart like his mothers, do not mistake his generosity for his guilt." Blaise fumed

"Oh please, what could he have possibly done?! Astoria told me that Nott hated him, why? If his heart is so pure!" Hermione snapped

"That is none of your concern nor is it mine. Back off mudblood or I'll shove a corkscrew through your eyes." Blaise blew her a kiss as he turned away, finishing the conversation

Hermione stilled, anger almost bubbling over, her eyes now on Astoria. Blaise heard a deep sigh, his feet stilled against his will. His back stayed turned.

"It's true then. What the order says?" She whispered

"And just what do they say?" He sneered

"That she has a blood curse, a powerful one. I always tried to look for it in school but she hides it so well." She mumbled

"If the dark Lord ever found out he'd kill her, kill us for not turning the weak in. She hides it for a reason mudblood."

Dirty word.

"Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you rat us out? Macnair would have finished them- the war would be practically over." Hermione asked, if Harry ever died the war would be over instantly

"Because you have been through enough already."

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