Fire and Ice

By DarkLordMist

A/N: Why?

Because I love my lips!

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Oh dear, this is more serious than I thought…

Chapter 8: Love and War

Nymphadora Tonks was smiling in delight at her ultimate creation- The Journey. It was basically a program that allowed whoever it was cast on to be transported into this magical world, and have to figure out how to get out. It was a huge, very complicated process, and it took Nymphadora Tonks many days of hard work.

But eventually her genius pulled her through.

There is no way someone could get out of this without improving a huge amount in their thinking and logic skills!

She grinned. She would patent the creation, sell it to the Ministry, and then receive a revenue for the rest of her life! She'd never have to work again!

And then I could be with Harry for the rest of my life…

She froze. Did I just think that?

Images of the dark-haired boy ran through her head. Gosh I should ask Dumblydore to let me go visit him again! I miss him so much!

She sighed as she sat back in the chair. Grr… can't stop thinking about him!

"Oohh! Maybe I just need to go to sleep…" she thought as she dozed off, dreaming about an emerald-eyed boy with a lightning scar on his forehead.

-Begin Flashback-

"OK Class! Today we will be learning about the dueling hexes!" grinned Elmira cheerfully as she threw a book at Harry's face and then threw one at Blaise.

Harry with his seeker reflexes caught it but Blaise who was snoring- it was 4:30 am for Merlin's sake, got hit with it on her head.

"Ow!" She cried angrily. "Mom!"

Elmira grinned hyperactively. "Yes dear? You know, you need to work on your reflexes, honey. Harry here is definitely much better, perhaps he could give you a lesson or two…

"No! Let's just start with this lesson please!" Blaise was seriously annoyed. Today was the third day they had to suffer the infinite torture of having her MOTHER of all people as her teacher, and HARRY POTTER OF ALL PEOPLE AS HER ONLY FRICKIN CLASSMATE! Not only that, Elmira took it upon herself to take on many, many other roles… i.e. matchmaker.

"So Harry, you want to learn this useful hex? It's called Removo! It basically removes all of the victim's clothes! Hahahahahaha you can do that to Blaise! Hehehehehehe!" She giggled madly.

Both Harry and Blaise turned crimson as Harry spluttered, "Err… no… thanks? C-can we l-learn something else?"

Both were already used to this hyperactive behavior. It seems that Elmira, Blaise's mother, usually drank several cups of expresso before she taught them. No wonder she was so hyper.

"Okaaaaay! I want you two to start dueling then and I will see how your skills are…" Elmira's eyes twinkled as she allowed the two to stand and get into their ready stance.

12-year-old Blaise and Harry stared at each other, both grinning evilly. True, it was going to be a long day, but it would be much, much, better if they managed to knock the other one out cold…

End Flashback

Roughly, Harry rolled on top of Blaise, his tongue pressing against hers, their arms wrapped tightly around each other while their tongues danced. She moaned, softly rubbing his back with her hands as she allowed him to take control.

Both of them could simply feel the electricity spazzing around the room, sparks flying and lights flashing as the two unleashed their deep and unconscious desire for one another. There was simply no thought process needed, their bodies acted on their own wills…

The net that had previously trapped them dangled innocently, while the door to Blaise's room remained opened, with the two in front of it, still on the cold concrete floor, making out like there was no tomorrow…

Then, footsteps drew near.

At first, the two had no indication they heard of the incoming presences, but Blaise reacted first. CRAP! Oh no, oh no, someone's going to see us! POTTER GET OFF ME!

Her mouth wanted to say the same thing but their lips were too locked to produce anything, instead all that came out was a low moan that only encouraged Harry to press harder. Blaise's mind finally drove back her desires as it took control – THEY'RE GOING TO SEE US… FUCKING POTTER'S ON TOP OF ME… what do I do?

Her mind working quickly, she mustered all of her strength and practically bounced into Harry, flinging him up into the air and away from her, with a yelp from the hapless Harry as he awkwardly landed on his butt, his face flustered and his hands steadying himself…

"Blaise! What happened! Did Potter do anything to you?" Asked Draco as he appeared with Crabbe and Goyle. Even though he hated them, he had to keep them around for his father's sake and also because they just followed him around anyway whether he told them to fuck off or not.

Blaise supported herself with her hands as she sat up. She looked at Draco, then at Harry, then at her disheveled clothes. BLAISE! Her rational mind screamed. If you don't think of something to say right now he will assume the worst and you will NEVER HEAR THE END OF THIS!

Her mind racing, she stood up confidently and undusted herself, giving a big smile to Draco. While inside she was deeply embarrassed, there was no way in hell she was going to give away that emotion… "Potter here," she drawled, "tried to trap me," she pointed at the net, "and because he's a loser, the trap tripped him instead and flung him over there, and I'm just on the ground laughing my ass off at him." She gave Draco a huge smirk, then picked up her wand.

"Petrificus Totalus!" She said, putting the poor defenseless (and confused) Harry into a full-body bind. "That's for the trap, loser." She gave him an evil smirk, as Harry simply mouthed you evil bitch.

"I'm hungry. Let's go eat lunch, ok Draco?" She winked at Draco, as he blushed heavily and followed her out, not before giving another haughty glare at Potter's defenseless form.

THAT LITTLE TRAMP his mind roared as he laid uncomfortably down in his full-body bind position. One minute ago she's completely into me and the next she BETRAYS me and runs off leaving me here… DAMN THAT WOMAN!

Harry felt his arms loosen as the bind wore off, he tiredly stood up. "You'll pay, Zabini… ooohhh you're gonna pay…" he muttered grumpily. But dang her lips were soft… God that was probably the best kiss I've ever had…

He nearly choked as finally, full realization of all the events dawned upon his poor soul. I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST MADE OUT WITH ZABINI! His mind boggled. What had possessed him? That evil witch must have drugged him! He hated Zabini, he HATED HER!

Too tired to go down for lunch, Harry stumbled into his room and sprawled onto his bed, his mind racing as it switched repeatedly from thinking what the hell was wrong with him for losing control like that, why the heck did Zabini actually kiss him back, and wow her lips are so soft.

"I HATE YOU ZABINI!" he yelled into the empty room as his brain shut off, himself falling asleep into a snooze.

Blaise played her usual cool-but-nice demeanor at the table, haughtily eating a bowl of tomato soup as she nodded absentmindedly to her friends' conversations.

"So this Saturday we're gonna skin them alive!" Theodore Nott cackled as he used a knife to brutally chop the steak he was working on. Draco smirked as Pansy simpered besides him. "I'm going to get the snitch so fast with my new broom Lightning Bolt 2600, he's not going to stand a chance."

Blaise laughed emptily as Pansy giggled disgustingly. "Ooohhhh Drackey-poo you're so funny, you're going to beat that Potter just like that!" She batted her eyelashes at a quickly-scooting-away Draco.

Her mind was a swirl of conflicting emotions, as she swallowed a spoonful of the reddish soup that tasted pretty good. Potter… me… why… how… did we lose control like that… and… that was the first time I've ever kissed – no, made out, with a boy… the first kiss was my CPR on him… DAMNIT IS MY SEX LIFE DOOMED? WHY THE HELL AM I ONLY ATTRACTED TO POTTER?

Sighing bitterly, she immediately started checking out the other guys in the hall without shame. Starting with Draco. Cute, nice hair, too arrogant, plus he's my best friend, I can't have feelings for him! Plus, I prefer black hair… she thought, then inwardly smacked herself. BLACK HAIR! DAMN YOU POTTER FOR HAVING BLACK HAIR!

Breathing in and out heavily, she calmed herself down. Now now, a lot of guys have black hair… let's see… Theo has black hair… she took one good look at Theodore Nott's vampirish-looking face and feral grin as he ravaged into his steak. Too wild… even for me…

She scanned the rest of the table. That sixth year Ryan is sort of good looking… she thought pleasantly, black hair, sort of mild-natured… then her eyes narrowed as she saw an ugly looking Pansy-lookalike simpered up to him, and was shocked when Ryan actually kissed her back. OKAY! I may be freaking desperate for a guy other than Potter but I am NOT stooping myself low enough to date someone who has such an ugly and disgusting girlfriend and actually likes her… at least Draco's prideful enough to ignore Pansy…

And Potter only dates hot girls… Granger… Chang… and of course that Auror Tonks… though they aren't really going out, are they? Because if she is I am going to strangle him, he doesn't deserve someone that beautiful! Then again, he is good looking and a lot of girls like him…

She stopped cold. AND ALL I'M THINKING ABOUT IS POTTER! Clenching her spoon with force, she glared daggers into her tomato soup, furious that even while checking out other guys, her mind always returned to comparing them with Potter!

Desperately, she looked around the Slytherin table again, seeing a patch of black hair. Craning her neck, she looked around Draco who was trying to push Pansy off, trying to see who that black haired belonged to…

…

Gregory Goyle.

Immediately, horrific images fired through her helpless mind of Harry's evil curse, as she screamed. Out loud.

Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were wondering where Harry was, and comparing their Thursday schedules when they heard a loud scream from the other side of the Great Hall.

"!"

They just looked at each other, Hermione with a rather concerned look stood up and began to see what had happened, while Ron simply shrugged and went back to his chicken casserole, muttering "stupid Slytherins, no one cares, lalalalala…"

The whole Great Hall had frozen in pregnant silence as Blaise, embarrassed and horrified, looked at the concerned onlookers. Then with about as much will as she could muster, she shot a deadly glare that immediately sent half of them shivering and turning around quickly.

Unfortunately her friends were not as quick to lose interest. "What's wrong, Blaise?" Asked Draco, concerned as he put a hand on her shoulder. They usually sat next to each other, with Pansy on the other side of Draco and Theodore and Millicent sitting across from them.

Blaise sighed. I hate you Potter… because of you, I can't even think straight! And because of that retarded prank you did I am FOREVER SCARRED! ARRGGGGGGGGGHHHH! "It's nothing guys… I'm OK…"

"Really?" asked Millicent, who never spoke much, but when she did she was obnoxious and rude. Blaise didn't like Millicent, but she hung around her simply because Theodore liked making fun of the Gryffindors with Millicent whenever Draco was too busy talking with Blaise. Draco and Blaise were the clear leaders, and usually discussed pranks with each other, with respectively Pansy and Theodore usually being their "second-in-commands" and Millicent, Crabbe, and Goyle, being their soldiers, and in the case of the latter two, their mindless slaves. "Because you screamed pretty loud there, Blaise." Finished Millicent.

Shooting her a glare, the dark-haired Zabini crossed her arms and haughtily shooed Malfoy's hand off her shoulder. "I'm fine, seriously, don't question me about what I do. If you really care, I'm just a bit angry at that ass Potter right now. So fuck off and don't talk to me."

And that was the end of it, with the rest of the table nodding in agreement at what an ass Potter was. Blaise excused herself quietly as the conversation quickly turned to how lame Potter was and how they were going to torture him and his "Gryffindork buddies" this year.

"Fine, fine," Kingsley Shacklebolt said exasperatedly as Tonks pestered him for about the hundredth time if she could take a break off her Auror duties and visit Hogwarts for the weekend, citing excuses such as "The Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch match is this weekend!" and "I want to see my old Professor Flitwick again!" Of course these innocent requests hid her real desire which was to see a certain black-haired boy with glasses and a lightning scar on his- well, you get the picture.

Tonks squealed in happiness as she hugged Shacklebolt and kissed him on the cheek, causing even the usually cool and sturdy man to blush slightly. "Thanks Shackles!" She skipped out of the room gaily.

"Shackles…" Kingsley said softly, smiling at the nickname.

Meanwhile, Tonks quickly exited the Ministry (jumping through a toilet) and apparated to Hogsmeade, where she skipped up the pathway to "Hoggy-Warty-Hogwarts!" as she sang.

"Sugar Quill!" She said cheerfully to the gargoyle as she bounced into Dumbledore's office.

"My, my, Miss Tonks, this certainly is an uncharacteristic visit." Twinkled the wise old man, looking up for his desk. "What brings you here?"

Tonks grinned. "Well, first I finished my awesome program – you know, The Journey, and TRUST me this time it has no freak-of-nature lightning bolts," to which Dumbledore nodded, smiling and eyes twinkling still. "Soooo I decided to visit Hogwarts! Is that OK, if I can be here for the weekend?"

Dumbledore looked at the calendar. It was Thursday. "Sure, many guests stay for the weekend, namely parents. However, Nymphadora," she winced at the usage of her first name, "today is Thursday, and this means that the visitor rooms are not yet ready to be used. Do you have any school friends here who you'd like to room with?"

She frowned. Then she brightened. Duh!

"I could stay at Harry Potter's room!" She noted brightly. "After all, I did stay with him many times last summer for the night…"

Dumbledore smiled. "Alright. Feel free to get a sleeping bag from a house-elf, Nymphadora. Now if you'll excuse me…"

Tonks looked at Dumbledore with a blank expression. That was odd, usually an adult would have some suspicion if a 21-year-old woman popped into the school and asks to sleep in the same room as a young man.

Then again, Dumbledore was not your average adult. As Tonks left the room, Dumbledore smiled at Fawkes. "She's in love, my old friend. It'll be interesting to see how this ends up."

1:30 N.E.W.T. Charms was beginning as Blaise tiredly entered the room, pulling out her textbook, parchments, and quills. The class consisted of her, Harry, and a lot of Ravenclaws. Like, 20.

Needless to say Flitwick practically never noticed them.

But this time, as she scanned the room, she realized that Potter (who usually sat on the other side) was not here. My Petrificus couldn't have been that strong, could it?

Professor Flitwick looked over the attendance list, and noticed as well that Potter was not present…

"Miss Zabini…" he asked, "You two are in the same dormitory, do you know where he could be right now?"

Blaise shrugged innocently. "No idea, Professor. I say he's skipping, you should probably mark him down a grade." She smirked as some Ravenclaws sniggered in the back. I never miss a chance to defame him, hehehehe she thought, happy to cause any misery in Harry's life.

But the Charms Professor was not so amused. Despite his short stature and his squeaky voice, he was rather intimidating when he gave you a stern look, as he was giving Blaise right now, and especially if he was standing on his pile of books, like he was now.

"If you would be so kind, Miss Zabini, would you please go and check up on Mr. Potter?"

Blaise sighed. Damnit Potter! Where the heck are you and what the hell are you doing. Grrrrr, making me miss charms…

Leaving her books and bags on the desk, she hurried out the room and into the halls.

Begin Flashback:

The year was a mess of constant fighting, pranks, lessons, crazy-Zabini-mother-teaching, and a LOT of visits to the hospital and the restaurant, the former because Blaise and Harry were simply brutal on each other, and the latter because Elmira had no idea how to cook and neither did the other two, and Blaise's father was too busy on the job as an Unspeakable.

Blaise and Harry actually got along pretty well now… well, being stuck with the only person your age for about 8 months will do that to you… though they still glared at each other at times and always tried to best the other, they could actually get along in a conversation, although they usually turned into arguments, and then, of course, fights.

It was April, and terrible, grave news had reached the Zabini household that a young Weasley girl had been abducted in Hogwarts and apparently now was dead, or near dead.

"Hurry up Blaise, Harry, we have to go quickly!" Elmira said frantically, a serious contrast to her usual hyper and chirpy self. Both Blaise and Harry realized the need to be serious, and they hurriedly followed Blaise's mother into the Floo.

Dumbledore had requested that the three of them went to Hogwarts immediately. Elmira had no idea what the old man wanted with her daughter and Harry, but she suspected it having something to do with the fact that Harry was a Parselmouth, which she had revealed to the Headmaster in December.

They had seen him talking to a garden snake one day, and it surprised them all. Blaise had been incredibly jealous at the cool ability Harry had, and ended up beating him up for it, of course Harry soon got her back with a surprise catapult that flung her out of the house, it was surprising that she had landed without any major injuries…

After entering the office, Elmira told the two kids to stay put as she entered a meeting with a bunch of adults, Weasleys, Macmillians, Patils, and a lot of other concerned parents who were here to pull their kids out of school… they were chattering heatedly and passionately, with Mrs. Weasley sobbing in the corner and McGonagall trying to calm the crazy parents down.

"Silence!" Dumbledore exclaimed as he waved his hands. Silence fell through the group of parents as they looked at the wizened old man. "Now, let me explain what has happened, and what we will do about it."

Meanwhile, outside, Harry and Blaise were engaged in a heated argument about what had caused the abduction. "It's you evil Slytherins!" Harry ranted, while Blaise glared angrily. "We didn't do this! Maybe your stupid little Gryffindork friends got overexcited and pushed Weasley down a hole, hmm?"

All of a sudden, Harry stopped cold, his eyes widening and his face paling.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Blaise asked, though she was inwardly concerned.

"I just… heard a voice… Must… Kill…" He whispered direly, as his eyes narrowed in determination. "It must be the perpetrator! Come on Blaise, come with me!"

Harry pulled at Blaise's hand, dragging the surprised Blaise down the hall with a small yelp. "But mom told us to stay- WHYARE WE GOING INTO THE GIRL'S BATHROOM, YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE YOU PERV-"

Harry clamped a hand over her mouth as he neared the sink. "Shh… the voice… it's coming from down there…"

Blaise took one look at the sink and laughed. "POTTER! You've gone rockers, it's a fricking sink! There's nothing ther-"

"Open…" whispered Harry in Parseltongue.

Blaise goggled. What the hell was going on? What did that damn Potter think he was doing?

Then, to the wonder and amazement and fear of both, the sink slowly twisted and opened…

Elmira left the office, and screamed. "BLAISE! AND HARRY! THEY'RE GONE!" Immediately assuming the worst, she screamed into Dumbledore's helpless ears. "YOU SEE, YOU OLD MAN, THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T WANT TO COME, YOU HAVE A KIDNAPPER IN YOUR SCHOOL AND NOW MY KIDS HAVE BEEN ABDUCTED!"

The other adults looked at each other with fear. "Two more children have been kidnapped? And right under our eyes, just outside the door?"

Dumbledore was very calm, however. "Ms. Zabini, I understand your concern, but do you not think that the two kids, having nothing to do, went off to visit their friends, seeing as they had not seen them in over eight months?"

Elmira huffed and puffed and stopped. "Maybe. But if they are hurt ooohh Dumbledore I will rip out every limb in your body!" She threatened, ignoring the glares of the other parents.

But it soon got worst. Searches through the school revealed that no Harry or Blaise was in sight, or had been seen. That meant only one thing…

A murderous Elmira.

The Headmaster ordered an immediate evacuation, partly because of the kidnapper, but also because of the screaming woman chasing him down the halls, firing curses left and right.

Meanwhile, Harry and Blaise were in for the battle of their lives against a gigantic Basilisk. Blaise had rolled around the corner, hiding herself while she planned out what to do, with Harry just behind her heels.

"Ok… listen… that Basilisk is huge, and we can't look at it in the eye, which means we have to attack it from the back. Do you know any powerful curses?"

Harry shook his head. "The most powerful curse we learned from your mother was Incendio, and that Basilisk Skin looks hard enough to withstand that!"

Blaise sighed desperately. "Ok, here's the plan-" she started before she was brutally interrupted by a huge snakehead smashing into the rock they were hiding behind, both flying into the Chamber walls…

The Basilisk looked at the two figures, not sure which one to eat first.

"KILL THE BOY! THE BOY FIRST! THE GIRL IS UNIMPORTANT, KILL THE BOY!" roared Tom Riddle's ghost.

Harry narrowly dodged the gigantic snake as he pelted a rock at the snake, careful not to look at the face. The Basilisk roared in pain, because Harry's lucky aim had somehow hit its eye… jumping around, Harry found another rock and loosed it upon the snake.

After hitting and running many times, with a screaming Tom Riddle at the incompetence of the Basilisk, Harry had blinded both the snake's eyes, but how could he, a 12 year old wizard with no powerful spell, kill a snake who could simply smell and eat him?

Jumping behind another rock, Harry quickly began to form plans. But then he heard a scream.

BLAISE! He had completely forgotten about her! She had been knocked unconscious when they were flung to the sides, and now the Basilisk was going after her!

"YESSS! GET THE GIRL THEN, YOU STUPID SNAKE, IF YOU CAN'T OUTMANEUVER THE BOY! EAT HER TO DRAW OUT THE BOY!" Tom Riddle laughed maniacally.

Oh no… though Harry anxiously, Zabini's going to be eaten! He rushed out and onto the Basilisk, kicking it while shooting it with curses.

However, none of his curses had any effect on the basilisk's insanely tough skin, and the basilisk neared Blaise, its mouth widening, even with Harry on top of him.

"NOOOOO… ZABINI! YOU CAN'T DIE ON ME YET!" roared Harry desperately as he shot the Basilisk's head with repeated incendios – he was directly on top of the snake's head now. But none of it worked, none of it, and it only caused Harry more burns…

This is all my fault… Harry thought desperately, as he hoped with desperation… please… there must be some help…

And then he heard it. The song of the Phoenix, Fawkes appeared with a flash of light, a huge sword in its talons, as it dropped the Gryffindor Sword into Harry's surprised outstretched arms.

"YAAAAAAAA!" Roared Harry as he slammed the sword into the head of the Basilisk with all his weight and might. The Basilisk had been only a few feet away from the screaming girl, who had nowhere to run…

A thud, as the Basilisk stopped cold and slammed onto the ground. Harry awkwardly jumped off, landing besides Blaise. "Are you all right?"

Blaise was extremely scared and pale, but she nodded. "We have to save the Weasley!" She cried in earnest.

Harry jumped up and nodded, as they looked around for the body of the abducted girl. Tom Riddle just laughed.

"While my monster had failed, I will at least kill this girl once and for all! And then I will kill you two in the same way! Hahahahahaha!"

Blaise threw a rock at Riddle, but obviously it did nothing. Then, she noticed a book… a diary…

Blaise had read about these… diaries that would control one's soul… magical diaries that reached into the worldly realm and possessed human beings… this one was no different…

"POTTER! ACCIO THAT DIARY!" She screamed as she looked for something sharp… something to rip that Diary… the Basilisk Fang!

Confused, but doing as he was told, he summoned the diary, threw it at Blaise, as she plunged the fang into the diary in the midst of a screaming Riddle.

Silence plagued the chamber as the diary burned and the snake wilted. The two kids stared at each other in horror, but also, relief. They were alive. And working together, they had saved Ginny and themselves. Without thinking, they hugged each other joyfully, before it dawned upon them who exactly they were hugging, in which they sprang apart, glaring.

When Fawkes led the three of them back, Elmira drew both children into the most suffocating and long hug they had ever had. Needless to say both were panting heavily and out of breath. Soon, they were told that they would be able to stay here at Hogwarts for the rest of the year.

But within two weeks, the previous 'friendship' that had developed between the two were gone. They had reentered their former rivalry, and it was now escalating even more…

End Flashback

"POTTER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING-" Blaise goggled and just stared.

Tonks, that Auror Tonks, was sleeping on Potter's bed with her arms wrapped around him protectively, the two of them sleeping together like married lovers.

Author's Note: Hoped you liked the first chapter in about 2 years…and I will be answering reviews in the next chapter…