"-Stupid Potter and his stupid Gryffindor friends! Argh! I hate that Potter!" Draco vented, pacing angrily in the empty Slytherin common room. Draco continued and I sighed.

"Why do you hate Potter so much anyway? It was kind of your fault half the time. You were the one that agitates situations." I reasoned and Draco glared daggers at me.

"If you like Potter so much Blaise, why don't you go hang out with him and his Gryffindorks." He sneered at me and I glared back.

"I don't hang out with Gryffindors and you know that well. I don't like Potter, I'm simply telling you it was partly your fault." I said logically before sighing and standing from my seat.

"I'm heading upstairs, I'm tired and done with everyones shit at the moment. Call me when it's dinner time." I trotted off upstairs and opened the door to my shared dormitory, when Draco growled and followed me up there.

"How dare you speak to me like that! I will not put up with such rude behavior. Apologize!" Draco ordered and I just stared at him with boredom.

"I'll apologize when you stop being so uptight. Shall I tell your father about this?" I retorted and when I saw Draco's face, I knew I just started crossing a mine field.

Draco pulled out his wand, before I could reach mine and yelled, "Diffindo! Diffindo! Diffindo! You smug bastard!"

I cursed loudly in pain, almost screaming as a tearing sensation filled my thigh, shoulder and abdomen. I knelt on the ground, unable to stand up with my thigh searing in pain. I looked at the blood that soaked my shirt, trousers and robes. I heard Draco gasp quietly, heard his sinfully footsteps run from me. Something told me he wasn't going to find help, but hide till his father saved his ass.

I groaned as I stood up, knowing if I didn't I wouldn't make it to the nurse before I passed out from pain and, or blood loss.

I walked slowly down the stairs, gripping the side tightly so I didn't fall. I did not need another injury. Unfortunately no one was around at the time, probably off in Hogsmeade for their free time. I groaned, panting from the pain and from trying not to slip on the stair, which I nearly did three times.

When I finally got down the stairs I was trembling. A Slytherin was trembling! I need to pull myself together! I looked down at my clothes and grimaced at the dark, crimson color of blood that soaked through it, making me feel dizzy.

I need to get to the nurses office quickly or at least to another student or teacher who can help me there.

I continued to the Slytherin portrait door which gasped at the sight of me.

"My boy, you are hurt badly! Hurry hurry to the medic!" The portrait exclaimed and I glared at it as I closed the door.

"Where do you think I'm going?" I rasped, coughing and tasting blood at the back of my throat. I started to walk faster, ignoring the pain and thinking of good things.

Mother and our time together on the holidays...Friends...Hogwarts...Home ...Potter...Wait a minute! Backtrack! Potter!?

I continued to walk, ignoring the war going on in my head.

You said you'd forget him Blaise! You promised yourself! He's a Gryffindor and your a Slytherin! It'd never happen! I yelled at myself and gasped when I tripped on one of the steps as I was walking up and rolled down them, hitting my head on the stone floor. I groaned and felt tears well in my eyes when I couldn't be bothered to get up, the pain and the blood and the tears, meshed up into one being as I sobbed, knowing there was a only a sliver of a chance that someone would save me.

I was a Slytherin. We may be ambitious but we know when to give up on hope. We know when to lose trust in others. We know when we've fucked up to the point we can't return.

"Someone...please..." I gasped out in between my choking sobs, blood starting to pool in the back of my throat, my heart wrenching in disbelief at what was happening. I was going to die and I couldn't stop it. I would never get to say good bye to mom. I would never find out who my dad really was. I would never get revenge on the bloody Malfoy. I'd never get to tell Potter how I felt about him...

I gasped in surprise, choking on my own blood for a moment when I felt warm hands turning me onto my side, the blood unclogging from my throat.

"Oh Merlin! What happened to you Zabini?" I heard a familiar voice plead quietly as the boy -I was guessing-, sat me up against the stair, my eyes finally seeing my -hopefully- rescuer.

"Potter...?" I rasped and he nodded, concern filling his beautiful emerald eyes. He muttered a small, "Ferula." on my injuries and I watched as my shoulder, abdomen and thigh were covered with bandages. I felt my hands reach out and Potter stilled as my hand rested on his cheek, my dazed eyes looking at him with a small smile on my face. The blood on my hands smudged in his cheek and I grimaced at the sight.

"Zabini...Can you walk?" He asked, his hand covering my own in a comforting gesture.

"No...Mal...Foy...Fucking...Diffindo'd me...In the...Leg." I got out finally, my throat sore as I could feel the blood drying at the back of my throat from dehydration.

Potter sneered. "Bastard. Doing that to his own fellow Slytherin. Why'd he do it? Did you attack first?" Potter asked and I groaned in pain.

"I'll tell you if you help me up and to the nurses office." I offered weakly and he widened his eyes, nearly forgetting I was dying on the steps of Hogwarts.

"Yes. Yes. Right. Come on." He wrapped his hand around my waist and lifted me up, my arm around his shoulders. Now it I wasn't dizzy and dying I would be jumping with joy inside with being so close to Potter. As we walked quite quickly, without damaging me any further, Potter asked again.

"Why did Malfoy attack you?" I thought back to the incident and swallowed, trying to wet my throat so I could speak.

"He was venting in the common room about you and your friends, saying it was your fault that he got in trouble again...I told him it wasn't your fault but his and he got angry saying I should hang out with Gryffindors if I like them so much...I told him that Slytherins and Gryffindors don't mix-"

"That's bullshit." Potter muttered before I continued.

"And said I was going to sleep, that I was done with listening to his drama and to wake me up at dinner time." I sighed. "He then got angry and yelled at me to apologize and that that was no way to speak to him. I told him subtly to fuck off and he Diffindo'd me. Ran away from the crime scene, like Jack the Ripper."

Potter chuckled and I glared. "Telling you Malfoy tried to kill me and you laugh?" I huffed, wincing at the pain in my shoulder and abdomen.

"No, it's just that...I'm surprised you know about Jack the Ripper, such a Muggle killer."

"I read a lot. Only way to get Malfoy to not disturb me, plus Crabbe and Goyle are actually smarter than you think, they act dumb around Malfoy so he seems superior, so we get to have a good chat on the newest best reads. And Pansy...Merlin the woman drives me up the wall. Keeps complaining that she doesn't want to hang around gay boys and then hangs out with me for hours, talking about how much she hates reading. Weird one she is." I sighed and blushed, realizing what I just said and thanking Merlin for my dark skin.

"Your gay? I thought I was like the only one in our year, well...Besides Neville." Potter chuckled and I looked at him in shock.

"Your gay!?" I exclaimed and he covered my mouth with his hand to silence me, even though no one was around.

"Yeah. So what? Don't tell anyone though. Ron and Hermione don't know. The only people who know are..." Potter's cheeks flushed a dark red and I wanted to growl, knowing that either, Potter was taken or already used. Potter being taken I could deal with, but being used would make me hunt down the person and AK their asses.

"Who?" I pressed and his ears started turning red as well in the most adorable way.

"T-The ah...Um the W-W-Weasley Twins." I felt my eye twitch in annoyance.

"How do they know? Are you guys dating?"

"W-What!? No! I mean we did...but that was only cause I was confused and they were gay and wanted to help me out..."

"Did you...Sleep with them?" I asked, fingers itched to grab him and kiss his soft lips that he wet with the tip of his tongue.

"N-No...We didn't go that far...I wanted to wait till I found someone I liked a lot...I don't mean a crush that will use me and leave, you know-"

"Someone that will treat you with care and mutual love? Yeah, I follow that same thing I guess." I blushed harder, knowing he could probably see it through my dark Italian skin now.

We edged closer and our talk cut short when the nurse, gasped at the sight of me, picking me up like I weighed nothing and took me inside the wards. She laid me on the bed and began giving me all typed of nasty potions. Blood replenishing, healing, calming draught. All types and I was sure I'd throw up if I took another one.

Potter had convinced the nurse, Mrs Pomfrey -I think her name is?- to let him stay in the ward with me, though she was very reluctant, until...Potter pulled the boyfriend card.

"My boyfriend was dying just before! I deserve to stay with him, I won't be able to concentrate in class anyway with all this worry." He reasoned, playing the tearful role of a worried boyfriend and I almost cheered at the performance, but kind of wishing that what he was saying was true. After a bit the nurse just nodded with wide eyes and Potter walked in, sitting in an armchair beside the bed and smiling at me.

I could see the small blush on his cheeks and found it adorable. If I could move properly, I'd be out of this bed and kissing the hell out of Potter. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I am one of the hottest boys in the school, well, below Malfoy (For some strange reason) and Potter. We are considered the three hottest boys in the school. Funny how two of them are from Slytherin, the bad boy table.

I chuckled at the thought of everyones faces when they find out that two of the sexiest boys in the school are gay. So many women will be pissed and sad probably. Like I care but honestly...Women are scary as fuck when they're mad.

I sighed as my eyes slid shut for a moment. I was only meant to blink by I ended up being swallowed by the black abyss of dreamless sleep.