Chapter Eight: With You

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Blaine grabbed Harry and moved closer to him.

"Harry?" she questioned, still calm, but her nerves rattling. He raised a hand as the pain began to dull and grabbed hers from off of his shoulder.

"I'm fine" he half whispered, giving his forehead one last rub as he tried to figure out why Voldemort would have reason to be happy. He raised his eyes to Blaine in time to see her give him a look that told him she knew there was more to it than that.

"Are you trying to tell me that that, that whatever that was nothing?" she cocked her head to the side and watched him, he knew he should tell her, but he didn't know how to go about it. Harry wasn't going to make the same mistake with Blaine that he did before. "When I said I wanted things the way they were I didn't mean that I wanted us to keep things from each other." She added, sounding a bit irritated, and he knew she had every right.

"It was Voldemort." He said softly, watching her closely for the reaction he got from everybody else. She shivered slightly, she knew the name and she knew what it meant, it was the reason her father was hired in the department of mysteries in the first place.

A break in by a bunch of teenage wizards and witches and several death eaters was not an everyday occurrence at the ministry, there were things in that room that were not meant to be heard again and things that still existed that were not meant to be tampered with.

"H-how was that Lord voldemort?" she asked, and he was surprised by the use of the name, though he thought he'd explain now and ask later.

"I don't really know how, but a lot of the time my scar starts to hurt when he feels happy or angry or…" he trailed off. "Other things, I'm not sure how to explain it." Blaine nodded.

"So what was this one, was he angry? And how do you know that that's why it hurts? When he feels an emotion?" Blaine's questions were flying through her head and she couldn't stop them, but she could keep them. He sort of shook his head.

"He was happy and i know that because I feel his emotions when my scar hurts, even though it hurts, I get this overwhelming feeling of happiness… or anger." Blaine bit her lip as she tried to think about what he just said, make sense of it all, it was a lot to take in, but she was glad he'd told her.

"S- so do you know –why- he was happy?" Harry shook his head; he had ideas as to why, but none for sure.

"Maybe he's got plans, I mean, he's still strong, he could possibly be planning a way to murder me at this very moment. " Blaine's eyes shot open wide and her jaw faltered open a bit. Harry was shocked at her reaction, and then grew a little grin. "I'm kidding." It seemed as though a weight was lifted off of Blaine as she began to breathe again. She furrowed her brow and punched him in the arm; he grasped it and made a face at her.

"Don't say those kinds of things." She reprimanded him. "You nearly gave me a heart attack." He grinned.

"Jeeze, at your age?" he played, teasingly. "It was the truth, voldemort wants to kill me, he always has, and he's still strong." Blaine had no idea that this was what Harry was messed up in, she knew the whole 'boy who lived' story but nobody knew the entire truth, especially since he'd never even told her he was a wizard.

"So, what exactly are you trying to tell me?" she asked, though she didn't know that any of the answers he could give her would either be long or in short, they would give her nearly nothing to go on.

"I don't exactly know how to explain it to you." Blaine cocked an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair and giving him that expectant look, telling him that he needed to tell her. "You know what that means then don't you?" he asked her and she smiled at him.

"What's that." His grin grew wider and he pushed his bag up onto the table.

"I'm going to have to spend hours with you, it's a long and very boring story that will take an extreme amount of time." Blaine shook her head.

"Then put it in the short version." She replied teasingly. "Don't bore me." He grabbed his heart as if he'd been shot there, leaning back in his chair suddenly, Blaine laughed under her breath.

"As much as I would love to spend those countless hours with you, but I have all of this homework due in three days, including today and tomorrow night I have Quiddich practice." He was taken aback by her answer.

"You play Quiddich?" he questioned, and she nodded. "What do you play?" he asked, his brow lowering itself slowly in his confusion, he never knew she played Quiddich.

"I made the team as a seeker, I played before, as chaser, but they already had chasers and…" she stopped as she noticed his speechlessness. "What?" he sat quiet fro another moment as things began to sink in?

"Seeker…"she nodded. "I didn't even know you played." Blaine half grinned again and then moved the book from beside her on the table farther onto the table so it wouldn't fall onto the floor.

"I think there's a lot of things we still need to tell each other, Harry." He slowly nodded, like he was thinking real hard and could barely get everything straight, "like the fact that I never told my parent we broke up." She supplied, now avoiding his eyes. "My mum liked you, I mean she really liked you, partially because she knew everything about you and thought I did, even though I did and she…" he cut her off.

"I get it." He voiced simply, making her shut up. "Besides, we didn't really break up, I didn't cann you and you didn't cann me, so it never really happened." Blaine nodded.

"Yes, but if you sent me letters and I didn't respond, in technicalities, I did cann you." this made it even harder to look him in the eye, she felt bad that she'd done that and never even opened his letters. Harry stifled a laugh and scratched the back of his neck, trying to desperately hide the hurt that now filled his heart.

"Yeah, I guess you did." He was silent for another few second, which Blaine felt a lump in her throat, barricading her voice from escaping. She picked up her quill and ran her fingers down along the shaft of it. "And you never read my letters either, which I still have." Blaine had thoughts of how many times she'd picked them up and wanted to read them going through her head. Barkley, once had got a hold of one and was caught with it before he could rip the letter apart, which only left it covered in doggie slobber until it dried. Harry sighed. "If only you'd have read them… maybe things wouldn't be so strange right now, and it never would have been the way it is… everything I've ever felt, thought, loved, lived through, my whole life story is in those letters, everything I'd failed to tell you." Blaine felt amazingly bad, there was nothing she wouldn't do to be able to go back in time and read the letters, to change the way she'd acted when she first started here.

"I'm sorry." She whispered under her breath, and realized she hadn't said it loud enough for him to hear. "I'm sorry Harry, really I am." She paused and watched him same as he watched her, his eyes almost looking right into her soul, she didn't even care if that was the case. "Maybe all this time was a good thing though, we did grow so close so fast Harry, and I know that because after a mere two months we were both hurt extremely when the time to depart came." His brow fell and he frowned.

"What are you saying?" he asked suspiciously. Harry wondered if she meant that they should spend more time apart. Blaine smiled and dropped her gaze as she realized she'd been neglecting homework that needed to be done and propped open a book in front of her with a slight laugh.

"Nothing really, just making a point… are you ready for the Gryffindor Slytherin match?" she diverted the subject, hoping she might be able to concentrate on her work as she filtered the pages and picked out the information she needed to write her essay on The Faery Of Dark Despair and the cure to the deepening darkness that consumes any living being she comes in contact with. Blaine looked up and at5 Harry, who was looking at nothing in particular. "Harry, you better get something done,…" she laughed; he looked up and then down to his parchment.

"Right… yes…" he got up and disappeared, leaving Blaine to her own devices, her homework as he searched for something that might help him to do 'something' with his homework. He returned several moments later, a single book in his hand entitled 'the Field Guide To Little People' Blaine cocked an eyebrow.

"What has Professor Tonks Got you studying in Defense?" Harry set the book upon the table and gave an awkward, disinterested grin as if his mind were still elsewhere.

"Elves, the Shopiltee… I have no clue really…" he trailed off and had an almost thoughtful look upon his face as he mellowed in the thought of the girl next to him, ignoring the sight, sound and everything else of the people around him but her, while he flipped the pages. "Blaine, I know it's a while away, but I don't want to wait and ask later and have you have other plans and then feel stupid-" she cut him off.

"Harry, just spit it out for Merlin's sake, if you want to ask me something… go ahead." She laughed lightly, thinking how cute he looked turning a light shade of red and trying to hold back his grin.

"Umm, well, I wanted to ask if you'd go with Ron, Hermione and I to the first hogsmede." Blaine almost said straight out 'yes' but what stopped her, was the thought of what his friends thought of her after all of this mayhem, she looked down to her book again, feigning a grin as if everything were fine.

"Well, I promise not to make any other plans if you'll promise to ask again when it gets a little closer, okay?" he nodded as she looked up at him, still playing with the same grin. He grinned too, thinking it was just her being herself, same as when she'd told him this summer that she might have plans the same day as his birthday, when he knew she knew when it was.

"Okay…" he laughed, getting to his work, looking away from her while her smile faded and she worried.

'A shopiltee, appears as a miniature water horse, they generally shun the new and distrust iron and steel…' the words just filtered down onto Harry's paper as if magic…

sSs

Well then, it's been quite some time, but I think I've straightened things out a bit, or at least set myself up to properly straighten them out… the plot thickens…

To my reviewers:

Santa Claus: i'm glad you would like to be included, i have a great idea... and i',m glad you liked it, the letters, ahh yes, the letters, you have no idea how smart you are do you? you'll see in time.

Morgaine of Ithil: Voldemort is a tricksy little thing aint her, you have no idea how much.

Intense: you just think that they are solved, the problems, it seems that way because of how much they actually care for eachother. but being Harry Potter and being blaine aren't the easiest tasks, remeber how last time, when Harry had sirius and cared so deeply about him... thanks for the critisism, it gave me the pov of someone who didn't like the fact that things worked out so easy, you saw something that others didn't but maybe you didn't actually see it at all...

AfireInside.