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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 > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307192,8591 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

The Ultimate Test for a Relationship

March 4, 2005 3:30 PM

Blaise was lounging outside, taking in the warm sun when he heard a door slam open. Breaking glass followed and he sighed. Only one person could be truly angry and force the door open hard enough to make it break the glass when it slammed against the door stop.

"What's wrong, love? Someone call you fat again?" he asked with a chuckle, only to grunt when something hit him in his stomach. Blaise opened his eyes and saw Ella, standing above him glaring down like he'd lit her wardrobe on fire. The letters that had been tossed at him were ones from his family, including one from his nonna that he'd not yet read.

"You opened my mail?" Blaise growled out, reading over the letters. "Why the fuck did you think you were allowed to do that?"

"You're sleeping with her behind my back, aren't you? I knew that indifference when we met at the Alley was something different. You didn't want me to meet her, did you?"

Ella was talking nonsense, so he tuned her out and started reading the most recent letter. His nonna wanted him to come for dinner again and bring... oh bloody hell. He quickly picked up the previous letters--two from his father and one from Cecelia. Both mentioned Hannah in them. Cecelia wanted to know who the nice woman her son described was, and had apparently mentioned that to his father, who wrote wanting to know the same thing.

"You're serious?" he asked, looking up at her. "You think I'm cheating on you and you're actually jealous this time?"

She scoffed. "This time? You've been unfaithful to me before?"

Blaise immediately stood, looming over her despite her monstrous heels. "Like you have been fucking the stage manager from that show in Iceland for the past six months straight."

"That's different," Ella said immediately. "I didn't take him to meet my family. They're not questioning me about him despite the fact that I'm already taken. You obviously talked about her."

"Will you shut up for one moment and listen to yourself? If I wanted to cheat, I wouldn't be doing it and then boasting to my family. They're bound to owl you about it the second they know in hopes that you'd do exactly this!"

This was bad. Screaming fights were the worst, mostly because they both tended to say things that hurt, but were truthful. Neither were good about apologizing either.

Ella turned away and started to stalk off, shouting over her shoulder. "I wouldn't put it past you to not even bother with cheating with the bitch! You'd probably tell your family about it anyway!"

He raced after her, catching her right inside the opening to the back gardens. After gripping her arm hard, he spun her around. "If I ever had that idea, I would have done it months ago. Get over your childish insecurities, Ella. I'm tired of having to reassure you."

"No," she said, sneering at him. "You've been distant lately. You're always running off to Malfoy and that stupid council. When we came back you kept saying how you just wish he'd snap out of it and get back to normal but now you actually condone it and would rather spend time over there than with your own girlfriend!"

"Because I can't stand you!" Blaise shouted back at her. "If I could stay for a moment longer here, I would! You drive me up the bloody wall! I just want to kill you sometimes!"

They were standing toe to toe right inside the garden room and screaming at each other. House elves were standing still, frozen in watching the fight progress. Never before had he and Ella fought for so long and so seriously. His mother was going to murder him if something happened, but suddenly he didn't care.

His girlfriend was taking deep breaths and he could just tell she was going to explode in a few moments.

"You couldn't kill me if you wanted to," Ella said with a glare. "What are you going to do without me? You're nothing. No one cares. You think Draco would care if he knew what you did in Knockturn? All the betting, the gambling, the fights? And let's not forget your own personal black market. Do you really want to risk losing your clientele because your mother doesn't want to use you as a fence anymore?"

She put her hand gently on his arm. Blaise recognized her acting abilities. She was trying to seem compassionate, but it fell short to him. She'd never shown a true emotion except anger around him.

"You'll lose face if we separate. I don't care what you do, Blaise. I understand that you're a bit darker than everyone else and that you don't want to be one of the good guys. I'm not trying to change you. But you always run away from me."

"What part of I can't stand you do you not understand?"

She dropped the act and stepped back, her face twisting into an ugly sneer. "Then why don't you just leave again?! Run off to Draco and that blonde bitch and see what happens! Just go!" she snapped.

"This is my fucking house!"

Ella stopped, and he knew she recognized the tremor of magic the wards gave when he had shouted. She looked shell-shocked at his last outburst, and apparently had nothing left to say. The quiet was a blessing.

Blaise was tired of running away from what was rightfully his because the other occupants made him want to commit murder. If Ella went, he knew it was a matter of time before his mother would be forced out, but she was his mother, and he would endure her just until she outstayed her welcome. Ella hadn't been lying; Calanthe used him as a fence for her illegal potions and he got a lot of good money from it, but it wasn't like he was poor and needed it desperately.

Blaise took a deep breath and continued much softer.

"This is my house, not ours. We're not married. You're not entitled to anything here. You have one week to find a new place and get out of the Manor before I forcefully eject you from the wards and burn anything you left."

He turned and started to walk towards their bedroom, intent on reaching it before her and casting powerful charms on all the belongings he didn't want her to break in a fit. He would also need to grab some clothes.

The more steps he took, the more lighter he felt. He was almost to the stares when the silence was broken.

"You're kicking me out?" Ella asked rather shrilly. Blaise winced, hoping she wouldn't have found her voice.

"Yes. We're done. Finished. Get your arse out of my home, and don't even think of destroying anything. I'll have Didly and the other house elves burn you alive if you even try it."

Blaise kept walking towards the stairway leading to the wing of the house they had occupied. When he got back, he was going to redo the entire Manor from top to bottom. His mother had decorated it years ago when he was younger, and he was tired of it. This was his home, and it would look the way he damn well wanted it to.

It felt good to say that, and he knew the magic was stretching a bit. This was his home and he was the one who controlled it. The was Zabini Manor, and the wards only recognized him.

When he reached their--no his bedroom--he immediately pulled out one of his bags and set it to pack enough clothing for a few weeks, all the while running through places he could escape in his mind.

His grandparents would probably throw a party now that he'd finally thrown Ella out of his life. His father would do the same. Blaise wasn't in the mood for children, so that threw out four cousins and Cecelia. His two aunts weren't a fan of Ella, and while his Uncle Luca would take him in, Luca's wife Corina was the most irritating female relative he had. Sofia and Dona would both owl everyone once they wormed out what had happened from Blaise, and he didn't want to go through all the questions. That really only left one person.

He sighed and grabbed his bag. It was a win-win situation as well. He hadn't been to France in a while. After picking up some floo powder, he threw it into the fire. "Le Lieu Cachant!"

Blaise knew his game was off when he slid out of the fireplace and didn't step out. When he groaned, he heard his sister snicker. When he opened his eyes, Nora was looking down at him in amusement.

"When I told you to drop in when you wanted, I didn't think you'd take me literally."

After standing and brushing himself off, he noticed that Nora was staring at his bag. "What's wrong, Blaise?"

"Hide me for a week?"

Nora groaned and walked into the direction of her kitchen. "Who did you piss off this time?"

"Ella."

That stopped his sister in her tracks and she spun on her heel. "Ella? Did she kick you out?"

"Other way 'round."

The one bad thing about his sister Nora was that she got all the brains of the family and then some. She was Ravenclaw with a healthy dose of Slytherin, and that combination was dangerous. "In my experience, when a person is kicked out of a home, they're usually the ones to leave."

Blaise sighed. "Nora, please. Just let me hide out until she gets her shit out. It should only be a week."

His sister sighed and nodded. "Fine."
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