"heaven or hell, ginevra molly?"
a younger jude travers once had the option: heaven or hell? she chose hell and now she's paying for her mistakes.
nothing, not even her most precious wish could make her choose heaven.
or that's what she thinks.
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with Reece King as Blaise Zabini
Blaise Zabini's fingers clattered against the stone, the sound they made the only thing that could be heard in the silence of the night.
He was apparently calm despite everything that was going on in his head and outside of it. But really his jaw was clenched, his hands were tense on the balcony, the vein in his neck marking his skin in an uneasy way, a sweat slid down his temples, unbecoming of the low temperatures that characterized that part of Scotland. He could control his gaze but not his gestures, he had discovered that long ago.
He shook his head, trying to shake off the darkness that clouded his mind. For several days now, he felt that things were not going well. Before the holidays, his friends were as always, encouraged by the trips they were going to take or simply by getting away a bit from the burden of having so many homework and exams. But now... things seemed to have changed. Draco no longer stayed up late in the morning with the boys, and Jude's eyes no longer shone like they always did.
Blaise was suspicious of what might happen, but just thinking about it made him shiver. Jude was a different girl, he could felt it from the minute he met her, and to be corrupted that way would infuriate him deeply. Jude deserved a good future, she had good grades and didn't get into trouble, she stayed away from companies that weren't for her, surrounding herself only with Blaise and some Gryffindors for whom the young Zabini made an exception.
So that night he decided to approach Jude when she left the Gryffindor Common Room. Blaise belonged to Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad, so he wouldn't have a problem staying up late; on the other hand, Jude had decided to stay out of it, not even a little tempted by Umbridge's offer to earn a spot in that group, but she wouldn't earn any trouble if Blaise could help it.
"Blaise?" The boy heard that soft voice behind him, and restrained himself from turning abruptly.
Jude looked at him, in her eyes the trace of happiness that stayed due to her meetings with the Gryffindors at that time of the night, on her lips a smile that was fading little by little when she saw the serious face of her friend.
"I need to talk to you."
The boy's deep, calm voice caused Jude to take a few steps back, suddenly worried. "Is there something wrong?"
"The time has come, right?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jude replied, her eyes darkening and her voice wavering.
Blaise sighed. "Don't lie to me, Jude. I can feel things change around you. You're not the same as before," the boy leaned closer to her, and his heart skipped a beat as he watched his friend's eyes water. "Oh, Jude..."
Jude Travers fought not to sob, not to collapse in her best friend's arms, but that fucking sensation traveled down her throat and she couldn't win the battle. She dropped onto Blaise's chest, who pulled her against him with an unseemly force, as if he was afraid the girl would break and he would have to put the pieces back together. "I messed up. I'm so sorry, Blaise. I couldn't say no—"
