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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 > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307200,3571 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

My Life Gets Kinda Boring

June 17, 2005 11:44 AM


Astoria knew Pansy was in town again. She was staying in Diagon. Astoria had not managed to run into her as of yet. Mainly because she was mostly busy with that Ethan Rayne business lately, but she needed a break and was now following Pansy as she walked with Blaise to the higher end of Diagon. They were going for drinks. Possibly lunch, but knowing Pansy, there would definitely be drinks.

She delighted in the fact that she was only a few people behind them in the flow of walking traffic, and neither had any idea she was there, and Astoria was even wearing heels today. It was her second gift, though. Stalking wasn't just a hobby with her - it was an art form.

Pansy tightened the hand around Blaise's forearm as he led her through Diagon. "You've been awfully quiet. You're thinking too much. You'll get wrinkles."

Blaise scoffed. "I find myself doing too much of that recently."

"Getting wrinkles?"

"Thinking," he said with a glare. "I don't like having an empty place. The silence is strange. I don't supposed you'd move in?"

Pansy chuckled. "We'd kill each other, and I like where I am."

They walked into the upscale bar Karonne's and took a seat at a table towards the back.

Astoria walked behind Blaise and put her hands on the back of his chair. "You could always ask Hannah to move in with you. Hello, Pansy."

Blaise jumped and ignored Pansy's grin. He glared at Astoria both for making him jump and her comment as she took the other seat at the table. "Goddammit Astoria. Stop sneaking up on me!"

"Oh hush," Pansy said, smiling at Astoria. "Pleasure to see you again, Astoria. Nice to know you can still sneak up on people."

"I've been following you both since the hotel. If I were an assassin, you'd both be dead. Perhaps I'll take that up as a job." She looked at Blaise. "Go ahead. You know you want to."

He'd ignored her for as long as he could, mostly because the only place he knew to go looking for her was in Knockturn and for health reasons, he tried to avoid that place.

"I'm going to be dead soon anyway because you went and spilled the fact that I'm seeing Hannah Abbott to my mother and her friends."

"Fat lot you know, Blaise Zabini. You think I would ever let anyone harm you when your constant irritation with me is so delicious? Never. Besides, I like knowing you stumble with a girl for once. It's sickeningly adorable."

Blaise desperately wanted to reach across the table and strangle her.

Pansy sat back with a grin, watching the both of them. She had missed this so much.

"What makes you so sure I won't end you myself when I finally reach the end of my rope? When the hell are you going to stop fucking up my life?"

"Because Marcus Flint would kill you, and Draco, though he pretends he does not like me at times, actually thinks on me like a sister most days. He'd be angry, and you would never risk Draco's anger."

Blaise inhaled deeply and tried to calm down. "And I would think he would understand that I'm just getting rid of the very thing that makes me so angry. What is your fascination with tormenting me so much? Fuck with someone else."

"Poor word choice, but I'll go with it."

Astoria waited until a waiter was standing there.

"I like fucking with you. Your emotional responses are delicious, and don't go thinking you're special, darling. I torment everyone I know. It's only because I adore you."

Pansy laughed at the waiter's expression. She flicked him on the arm to get his attention. "Tropical martini, dry. He'll have one of your scotches, older than twenty two years. Astoria? Will you be joining us?"

"Why yes, thank you," she replied before Blaise could protest. "I'll have your White Zin. So Pansy, tell me everything."

He looked between the two women in shock.

"You look like a fish, darling. Stop." Pansy smirked as she crossed her legs and caught the eye of a younger man sitting at the bar before turning back to the conversation. "What would you like to know? The concept of discovering oneself is dreadfully dull, unless you're in Thailand."

"You're going to make me ask questions like a regular person and not let me hold your hand, right? That's such a slow process. What's in Thailand?"

Pansy's smirk just got larger and she took her time in answering. "You're not the only one who likes to torture."

Blaise shook his head and glanced around, waiting for his drink. "You're both sadists."

"If this is about spanking, I know Blaise would like to hear it," Astoria said as she slipped off her shoe and nudged his leg under the table.

Blaise jumped and his legs hit the table so hard it rattled.

Pansy started cackling and graciously accepted the martini the waiter brought out. She was feeling a bit gracious today and held out her hand for Astoria. "I don't want Blaise pouting the entire night."

Astoria grabbed the tips of her glove in her teeth and pulled it from her hand in one smooth gesture. Then she took Pansy's hand in her own. She gave a little gasp then pulled back before she went too deep in Pansy's mind. Her friend would not appreciate that.

"You naughty biscuit."

Pansy chuckled and kicked at Blaise's leg. "Well? Drink your scotch and cheer up. We came out to drink and we've gained another companion. You were raised to have better manners."

At mention of his mother, Blaise glared but drank his scotch.

Pansy turned back to Astoria. "So, Marcus Flint?"

Blaise huffed. "Can I not be present for the girl talk?"

"I wasn't going to," Astoria said, ignoring Blaise. "But I was helpless against his draw. He's such a mess, but then again, so am I. He's so territorial. He won't even let me bring home anyone for sharing. He said if I ever decide to see anyone else it will get violent. I know we'll never have a white picket fence, but perhaps we can have a rusty wrought iron one or something. Mother is not pleased. She thinks he's a thug. Which he is, but he's my thug. I don't feel like a freak when I'm with him."

Pansy was a bit disappointed that Marcus didn't want to share. He had excellent wrapping on the outside.

"Well at least your mother doesn't get off on ridding the world of the people she doesn't deem good enough, which would include the woman I'm seeing. I'm having a bit of a dilemma," Blaise snapped.

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Do we really have to discuss this tonight? Your mother is not going to kill your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend."

"I'm going to help you now," Astoria announced. "What you just said, right there, that's why she gets upset with you. What is she then? Figure that out."

"She's just..." Blaise floundered for the words.

"Your fuck buddy?" Pansy supplied with a grin which quickly slipped off when Blaise grabbed her martini and drowned it in one go. She narrowed her eyes. "Bastard."

"We have not had sex," he growled out, relishing in the slight burn from guzzling the vodka. "She's just Hannah."

"Oh my," Astoria said, smiling at him.

Then she snapped at their waiter.

"Miss Parkinson needs another martini. Now." Astoria looked at Blaise. "You like her. I mean... really. Oh Blaise. Don't be upset about it. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Underneath all that manwhore is a really lovely person, and she sees that."

Blaise rubbed his forehead. "Can you not call me a lovely person? That coming from your mouth makes my head hurt."

Astoria rolled her eyes. "Are you going to sit there and tell me you don't care about your girlfriend, and don't say she isn't because she kind of is."

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Blaise, sweetie, you have had three types of relationships: one night stands, friends with benefits, and women you can't stand but keep around for the sex. Hannah falls into a fourth category, and this is of the girlfriend. It's a woman you keep around regardless on if you have sex because you like her company. Is any of this making any sense?" Pansy asked slowly.

"I'm not an idiot," he replied through clenched teeth.

"I beg to differ."

"So if something happened to her, you wouldn't care?" Astoria asked.

The idea was already forming in her head.

"What?" he asked, his scotch halfway up to his mouth. "Nothing's going to..."

Blaise trailed off and the Slytherin portion of his mind kicked in. "No. No, you do not touch her."

Pansy caught on to his thinking and laughed.

"I'm not going to put a pinky finger on her, Blaise," Astoria snapped in annoyance. "I happen to like her. She likes you for you and not your money or penis. I think she's great, but you acting like she doesn't mean that much to you is already tiresome."

Blaise slammed down his now empty glass onto the table. "You know what's getting tiresome? You trying to run my life. I got enough of that out of my mother, thank you."

Astoria drained her own glass and slammed it down, mimicking him. "But unlike Calanthe, I actually want you happy. She wants you happy if it suits her agenda. I have no agenda. I'm impatient, and I want what I want, and what I want here is your happiness, and it makes me very frustrated that you're so scared to be happy."

"She's right you know," Pansy chimed in before Blaise could retort. "Calanthe only ever wanted you happy when she needed you happy. I'm not saying that controlling others isn't all well and good in moderation, but controlling parents should only be so controlling. She was excellent at it."

Blaise made a face. "So you're saying that I'm emotionally fucked because of my mother?"

Pansy thought about it. "Actually, that's an excellent way of putting it."

"Well since you're such a wonderful know-it-all, tell me how I should proceed."

She laughed. "Oh I don't think so darling. I don't do relationships. Ask our resident expert."

"Well," Astoria said. "You should get used to the words 'my girlfriend Hannah' and saying them. Out loud. She'd like that. She doesn't know where she stands with you, and I think that probably scares the hell out of her. She's had a lot of guys over they years telling her in words and actions that's she's not what they want after all. That's hard on a woman. It makes them skittish, and the only reason she's probably stuck around is because she honestly likes you."

"Strange," Pansy commented.

Blaise made a face. "I agree."

"What part is strange?" Astoria asked.

"The part where she honestly likes me."

"Oh shush," Pansy argued. "I honestly like you... sometimes."

Astoria made an exasperated face at him. "Is it really so hard to believe? Would she have anything to do with you before she got to know you? No, she would not."

"She's a Hufflepuff," Blaise retorted.

"Which means she's not going to give up on you that easily, Blaise. Which is good, I think," Astoria replied. "She thought you quite handsome upon sight, you know, but she didn't think you worth much as a person. Now she does."

Blaise motioned for a refill. "Fine, since you know so much about me, answer me this. What the fuck do I do now?"

"Well, you have two choices really. Ditch her to make the break less painful. Or decide to risk it. I did. I didn't think I'd ever be like this with anyone. I was determined not to live out what fate laid out for me, but I sort of like it. Some things will not be denied. They are powerful and life altering. Is she pushing you to define it?"

Blaise made a face. This was all way too much information. "Hell if I know."

"Well, I know this will be strange to you, but why don't you talk about how you feel with her? She doesn't strike me as someone who shuns her feelings."

Pansy groaned and finished the martini she'd been sipping. If this continued, they were all well on their way to being drunk out of spite for each other. "Oh hell."

Blaise took deep breaths to calm himself or else he'd hex her right in the bar. He glared daggers at Astoria as he slowly turned to face her. "Do I look like the type of person to talk about my feelings? Do I look like the type of person who has ever spoken about my feelings? Since you know so much about me you would know the answer to those questions. I'm not about to start becoming a chatty emotional bitch, Greengrass."

Astoria sighed. "I just think you're going to have to step out of your comfort zone for Abbott, Blaise. If you're serious, that is, and if not, you need to think about ending things."

He was finally fed up. He drained the rest of his scotch, threw some galleons down and stalked out of the bar.

Pansy peered after him curiously. "I think that means he's going to step out of that damned comfort zone. I've never seen him so out of sorts."

"She's the one, Pans, and he's terrified."

"Well quite frankly, I'd be terrified as well. He couldn't have fallen for a more opposite person."

"And that's why it will work. They will complement one another. He keeps making her like him, and she'll defend him to the death if necessary. She's going to stand up to Calanthe, and it will be epic."

That made Pansy tear her eyes from the doorway Blaise vanished through and to Astoria in shock. "But it is Calanthe. She won't let that go unpunished."

"And I'm not going to let the viper hurt him anymore," Astoria said. "That includes Hannah. I don't care what he says, he'd be upset if something happened to her. And I'm going to prove it."

Pansy smirked. "You promised you wouldn't lay a finger on her. Surely you aren't breaking your word?"

"And I won't be touching her," Astoria replied, smiling wickedly. "Marcus will."

Pansy held up her glass in a toast. "Looks like I came back at the right time."

"Of course you did, darling. Things are just about to get really good and juicy."
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