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Volume II: Burn

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing series posted on livejournal written by 5 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307191,8511 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

The Birds and the Bees

May 10, 2005 1:57 PM


He refused to let what happened at the Council happen again, so he waited until Hannah had a day off and she was sure to be at her place so he could floo over. As Blaise stepped through the floo, he tripped over Stitches, who began attacking his feet.

"Fuck off, you mangy beast!"

"Blaise?"

Hannah walked out of the kitchen, a smile on her face.

"Look, Stitches. Blaise has come to visit."

Stitches hissed at him then ran under a chair.

"He really misses you."

Blaise huffed. "Can we please go somewhere where the kneazle cannot follow? I'm really not in the mood to have my skin scratched to ribbons."

"We can go to the garden."

She led him up to her roof. There was a small table and two deck chairs out there. Hannah loved it out here.

"And I just did a cleaning charm on the cushions, Mr. Fussy."

"Is it so wrong to care about my personal hygiene?" he asked as he sat gingerly in one of the chairs. In all the time he'd stayed here, he never came to the roof, mostly because he never had a want to.

"Not that I am not pleased to see you, but this is an unexpected visit. Was there something in particular you wanted?"

She was very pleased he'd surprised her. She wished she'd been lounging around in lingerie instead of yoga pants and a tank top.

He'd come for a nice repeat performance of their day in the grove, but what Astoria told him was nagging him at the back of his mind. They'd not had sex, and he wasn't sure how that would affect Hannah.

"I can be unexpected sometimes," Blaise retorted, before mumbling, "among other things."

"What?"

He looked odd.

"Are you all right? You look a bit... off. Did not not eat today? I could make you something."

Blaise snorted. "No thanks. My house elf Didly is so overjoyed at his new kitchen that he won't stop cooking and if I eat any more, I'll have to get a whole new wardrobe. It was bad enough when I was living here."

Hannah glared at him. "So you're here, unexpectedly, what would you like to do? Read? Watch telle?"

"Or we could the time-honored and tested activity called talking. Ever heard of it?"

"All right," Hannah said, smiling. "What did you want to talk about? How the remodeling is going. You said the house elves were pleased with the kitchen."

"They're positively giddy. I'm still working on the parlors. The hallways will be last. I don't know what to do with my own wing, never mind the bathrooms. I think I'll leave the dungeons as is, minus the blood stains."

Hannah's eyebrows went up. "Dungeons? Blood stains?"

She had been rendered speechless. She had no idea what to say to that.

Blaise held back the grin and waved her off. The blood was mostly from potions ingredients that had been harvested fresh or spilled. "Well, a good scrubbing will get rid of it."

Hannah blinked, mouth slightly open. "Wh-what do you do with the bodies? Well, not you specifically. It isn't you, is it? No, it isn't. No."

Oh, her poor innocent mind. "They're used for potions ingredients of course. All the spare parts are either bottled or thrown out. You want to see? We still have quite the collection."

"Parts of what? You don't. You just... no. No."

He didn't kill people and keep their parts. Hannah refused to believe such a thing.

"Hannah," he said slowly, "you're hyperventilating. Take a deep breath. Can I get you anything?"

She shook her head 'no'. She had not had sex with a serial killer. Nope. Had not happened. No one who killed people are kept parts could make her toes curls. It was not possible. No. Just no.

"Hannah, stop it. Take a deep breath." Blaise was all for keeping up this ruse, but if Hannah ran to the Ministry, her employer, Blaise was royally fucked. "Now, tell me what's wrong."

"Wrong? I don't know what you mean. I'm perfectly fine."

"Then why won't you look at me?" Blaise asked with a knowing grin.

"You've killed people in your dungeon and kept parts!"

Blaise tried so hard not to lose face, but he ended up falling back into the chair and laughing. She'd looked utterly terrified and horrified at the thought of him murdering people. "Oh please! I keep body parts? Remember what happened when I got your blood on me? I have never hacked anyone up and kept their body parts. I was talking about potion ingredients."

Hannah put a hand to her heart. "Oh thank goodness. I would hate to think I had sex with and felt so strongly for a killer."

His laughter died down a bit. "Yes, about that..."

"What? You really do kill people?"

He gave her a droll look. "No, about the other bits. Turns out we didn't have sex. We were too drunk."

"What? How did you... did you know this whole time and let me think... oh and I went to the clinic and had myself looked at. Oh good grief!"

"I just found out a few days ago and... what do you mean you had yourself looked at?"

"Well, obviously if we were too intoxicated to recall doing it, then birth control might not have been foremost in our minds. I made sure I wasn't pregnant."

Blaise was rather surprised at that. Perhaps it was a good thing they hadn't had sex. "Why? Are you not on the potion?"

"I am, but have you seen the size of your quite virile family? You could have super sperm or something. My potion could be no match for your swimmers."

He chuckled. "I promise that if I were somehow to get a woman pregnant when she was on the potion, it would have happened back in school. You have nothing to worry about."

"Why? Can't you make children? Oh gods, were you in some horrible testicle accident?"

Blaise snickered. "I did not have an accident." He wasn't about to tell her he meant that if he was to get a female pregnant while she was on the potion, it would have happened in his fifth year, not because of an accident, but because he'd began trolling the dorms and shagging the life out of the girls.

"My Mungos visit was interesting, though. Do you recall Theodore Nott from school? Wasn't he in Slytherin? He was the healer. He was so sweet and funny."

All humor left Blaise's face and he straightened in the chair. "Stay away from him," he said lowly. He and Nott had never gotten along in school, and he sure as hell wasn't going to start now.

"Whatever for? He didn't do anything untoward. He just examined me. He's a licensed healer, Blaise. What's wrong with him?"

"Everything's wrong with him. If you ever get him as a healer again, request another. It's completely within your rights to do so," he said firmly.

"Blaise," Hannah said in exasperation. "Tell me specifically why you don't like him. He was very kind to me, very comforting. I liked him as a healer."

"Because the moment he finds out that you are attached in any form to me or Draco, he will make your life hell and I wouldn't put it past him to poison you somehow."

Hannah gasped. "Then I suppose I shouldn't have lunch with him? Would he really? Oh my goodness. He seemed so nice. Why doesn't he like you or Draco?"

His eyes widened and he was moments from demanded she didn't go to lunch, when he forced himself to relax and think this through. Blaise didn't want to give himself away before he had to. "School rivalries weren't always against houses. They were in-house as well."

After taking a few deep breaths, he shook his head. "When are you supposed to have lunch with him and where is he taking you?"

"He's supposed to owl me at the Council. Why? Did you want to come too? I'm sure it would be fine. It's just lunch. It isn't as if he asked me out. He's curious about the Council. I suggested he come by to have a look."

"No," he snapped, before remembering to calm down. "Make an excuse, but I'd hold off on letting him come by the Council. Have lunch in Diagon somewhere, were there are lots of people."

"Blaise, you are really concerning me. What's he done to make you dislike him so?"

She was honestly worried. It was starting to scare her. Perhaps she would not go to lunch alone. Perhaps she would take Buffy or Willow. Or both of them.

There were numerous things, none of which he would tell her. "I'm sure he wouldn't hurt you, Hannah. Just... have lunch in Diagon with a lot of people and everything will be fine."

Blaise knew there was no way to know when they would go out to lunch since she said he was making the actual date, and he was a suspicious bastard like every other Slytherin. If he asked Draco to tail him, Draco would flip and go after Nott too early. That left only one other person he could ask that he trusted completely to watch Nott and let him know about details.

Looks like he was calling in that favor Astoria owed him.

"You're so silly sometimes. It's like you're actually worried about me. I think I sort of like that."

Hannah got up and leaned down to kiss him. She liked this sort of attention from him. It pleased her. Who knew? This was very bad, though. When little things like this were making her happy, she was too attached.

Blaise let her kiss him, but still made a face.

"It's purely selfish reasons. I'd hate to plan all this time and have Nott come steal you away to cut you into itty bits in his dungeon instead of mine."

Hannah made a sound of exasperation and swatted his chest lightly. "Theo is not interested in me in that way. We're just friends, and even if he were, I happen to like you, you vain little peacock."

"Peacock? A peacock?" He said with fake indignation. "I know we didn't have sex but that's no reason for you to insult me. There is nothing pea-sized about my cock, I assure you."

Hannah raised a brow. "That was terrible innuendo. I think you should be on verbal probation for that."

"You walked right into it," he claimed unapologetically. "Can't take it back now, and there is no way you could put me on verbal probation. If my father can't get me to shut up, then you can't."

Hannah actually sat on his lap.

"I think I have a few tricks your father doesn't," she said in a low voice.

The fact that she could do this sort of thing with him empowered her. The fact that he let her flirt and be seductive without laughing was very gratifying.

Blaise started to nibble on the spot below her ear. "Indeed you do. What sort of tricks do you have your proverbial sleeve, Madam Liaison?"

"I think I could get you to shut up. I just have to give your mouth something to do other than flap."

She leaned in and kissed him slowly, taking her time and enjoying it.

Blaise relaxed back in the chair and kept his arms firmly around Hannah. This was an excellent way to spend a day off of work.
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