27Chapter Four: Blaise Zabini
"Ah..." Draco sank into his bed once his parents had left. It was one of the oddest days he had ever had. Well, not including the day he woke up with a different life. His parents were something pulled out of a television program. It was surreal how easily he had gotten used to loving!Malfoys.
Draco turned his head to the left, noticing Blaise Zabini staring at him longingly two beds down. Draco lifted an eyebrow. Normally, Draco would have ignored this behavior from her. After all, he was the most irresistible person at school. And Blaise was always looking at him like that, right? But everyone had their pride, and Draco knew for a fact that Slytherins never looked at Gryffindors in any way.
Draco stood and walked over to the bed next to Blaise and sat down in it. She snapped out of her reverie, finally taking notice of Draco and where he was sitting; she pushed herself up in her bed with her arms and grabbed a roll of parchment and a quill from the nightstand.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked loudly. Blaise replied by lifting a finger to her mouth, motioning him to shut the hell up.
"What I have to say to you shouldn't be heard by anyone else." Blaise noticed the parchment had already been previously used before. Seeing nothing else to write on, she simply flipped the roll she was holding over and began writing on it with a quill. Draco laid back in the bed and waited for her to finish. When he heard the scratching of the quill stop, he looked at her and took the parchment.
I know your secret Draco. I know who you really are. It won't last forever, so don't get too attached to it.
He grabbed the quill from Blaise and started scribbling onto the parchment like his life depended on it. When he had finished, he quickly passed the quill and parchment to her. An old fashioned note passing.
What the hell do you mean! I'm Draco Malfoy! What won't last forever?
The two continued writing back and forth like this for quite awhile.
I mean, I know this isn't your life. You're living Harry's life, and you know it too! It won't last forever. The magic will run out and you'll be a Slytherin again. You'll have a Death Eater father, a vain mother, and a world without love once again.
That can't be! I thought I could stay as long as I wanted. Even forever, if I wished. How do you know all this?
It's me, Draco, Blaise!
I know that, you imbecile! Again, How do you know this?
No! Draco! It's me! Blaise Zabini, from the old life!
How? How did you get here?
It was me Draco. I'm the one who did the spell. Remember the night Pansy caught us...kissing?
How could I forget? You humiliated me.
We went to your room and I told you how what you did was wrong. I told you that maybe Pansy was right: maybe you being a Gryffindor would have been much better than you being a bastard. You kicked me out of your room! Just for telling you how I felt. Well, that night, I thought it would be good to do something about you. Something that would teach you better morals which your parents weren't able to do. So I switched you and Harry Potter's life.
Well, I don't think I'd ever say this being a Slytherin, but being the Gryffindor that I am, I appreciate what you've done. I really enjoy this life, and I admit I don't think I can go back to my old life. It would be too hard for me.
Draco, you have no choice in the matter. My spell..it won't last. I've said this before, but you chose not to listen. Every day, I'm using a little bit of magic to keep us both here. I plan to stop the spell just before I start dying.
Dying? What do you mean dying? I didn't know you could die from a lack of magic. I didn't know our magic could run out!
Normally, it doesn't. But this spell is very advanced. I shouldn't have done it. It literally takes my magic away. Our magic usually gets stronger when we learn new spells, but that's one of the downfalls of this spell. I get weaker because my magic is leaving me. And when I finally reach a point where there is no more magic left in my body, I begin dying. If I plan right, we should leave right before that, so I'll still be able to recover my lost magic when we return.
But Blaise, why don't you just recover your lost magic when we're here. Ask Madame Pomfrey for something! Anything. I don't want to go back!
Ahhh, Draco. I'm sorry. There are so many rules and restrictions to this spell. That's why it was banned in the Twelfth Century. I can't recover my magic while doing the spell.
Well, we'll go back to our old time and you'll recover. When you're better, we'll come back to this new life! It will be all better again.
No Draco. I can't and won't perform this spell again. Too many risks that I'm not willing to take a second time. I'm sorry.
I told you before Blaise, how do you expect me to go back to my old life? Not after knowing what it could have been like!
Draco. I'll give you a month. One month to enjoy Harry Potter's life. After that, we must go back to our old life. So enjoy it while it lasts.
Blaise set the paper and quill down and looked at Draco. He had had his mouth half open through the entire thing, and she was worried that he would catch a fly in it if he didn't shut it.
"Blaise?" He had finally snapped back into reality and was able to ask a question.
"What?" She knew it was hard for Draco. Him knowing that this life wouldn't last like he thought it would.
"Can you tell me a little about the Gryffindor me. And Harry Potter too. I don't know too much. Maybe Madame Pomfrey will let me go early if I at least know who I am. After all, if you were the one to cast the spell, you would know a little, right?" She looked into his sincere gray eyes and nodded. It was the least she could do.
"Sure. Okay, where to start. Your parents raised you at Malfoy Manor. Your family is one of the most respectable there comes. They participate in every muggle rights protest there are. They're friends with almost everyone. Hermione and Ron are your best friends. They both go over to your manor every summer to see you. Hermione and you dated at the beginning of fifth year, but decided to stay friends. You've won every single match against the Slytherins since first year.
"You've been a prefect since last year. You're a Gryffindor. You've dated Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Mandie Brocklehurst, and Cho Chang. You're friendly with everyone except the Slytherins. You respect everyone's opinions. You get away with a lot of things. Teachers adore you but still consider you a rule breaker. Snape thinks you should be expelled. Ginny Weasley fancies you. Once in a while, Ron gets jealous of your money, but you still end up friends. You suck at chess. You're the best in quidditch. In fact, you're captain of the quidditch team.
"You and Professor Lupin are close friends. There isn't much terror with You-Know-Who-" Draco choked at this part. He had been giving her his full attention through the entire thing, but hearing this caused him to nearly fall off the bed.
"What! What do you mean?" Draco eyes were once again as large as saucers.
"Well, it has to do with Harry Potter. Let's discuss him first." Blaise took a sip of water and repositioned her bandaged leg on the bed.
"Harry Potter: his father was a Death Eater and his mother supported him. They were both killed when he was a baby. A team of Aurors raided their home in Godric's Hollow one night, knowing that they would finally arrest his parents. His father resisted and was killed first. His mother ran and brought Harry Potter to the highest part of their house seeking protection. Eventually, the Aurors found them. Lily Potter put some sort of spell on Harry, enabling him to survive the Killing Curse when his mother had dodged it. Finally, the Aurors killed the deadly Lily Potter.
"Harry was sent to live with his muggle relatives with only a scar as a reminder of the battle that night. But he had always known that his parents were evil. His muggle relatives had taunted him about it. But that was enough motive for him to want to study the Dark Arts. And he was able to. He has a godfather. Sirius Black. Sirius is a murderer on the loose. But when he was able to see Harry, he taught him the essentials of the Dark Arts." Draco was entranced by her story telling and waited patiently as she took a sip of water.
"Well, back to You-Know-Who not being a big thing. In the old world, You-Know-Who tried killing Harry, resulting in him disappearing for many years. Not so for this world. Harry's parents were evil: You-Know-Who supporters. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was killed by Albus Dumbledore. The end. He never came back. He was actually killed. And all our famous Harry Potter is known for is surviving the Killing Curse." Draco lifted his eyebrows for the umpteenth time that day.
"Wow. I wish I were living in this world even more now. No Voldemort. Well, like you've said, I better enjoy it. Now that I know some things, maybe I'll be let out." Draco stood and stretched, planning on taking a quick nap before speaking to Madame Pomfrey.
"I'm back, dears." Madame Pomfrey walked out of her office. She walked over to where Blaise was sitting and tapped her foot. The bandages shriveled up, revealing her perfectly healed foot.
"You may go dear." Blaise jumped out of the bed and put her shoe on. She turned and gave Draco a wink before exiting the Hospital Wing.
Draco smoothed his hospital gown down and pulled his sheets up to his chin. He then rolled over, planning on leaving the infirmary as soon as possible to enjoy his month of Harry Potter's life.
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