After the war ( EN )

When Daphne was ordered to be executed, no one in the wizarding world wept for it, they thought she deserved it.

Even Astoria did not grieve for her sister who died.

Daphne was the first Slytherin ordered to be executed when she charged with allegedly murdering Lord Potter's spouse.

Blaise had thought about whether Daphne would have a chance to be redeemed if he held Daphne in the past, and would he change back to the blond girl who once amazed him.

Or whether the cruel gods decided Daphne's fate long ago, when they took their first steps in Hogwarts.

Although the surname Zabini was not a pure-blood of native British origin, his mother's vast wealth and complex pure-blood marriages were enough to make him one of them when he was in his first year at Hogwarts.

Become the “ them ”.

Yes, them. 

The core is made up of Malfoy, Parkinson, Pike, Runcorn, Vane, Daphne and two of Malfoy's attendant. 

Occasionally , Bulstrode is regarded as one of their core members.

But everyone knows it well, because Bulstrode's impure half-blood is enough to make Bulstrode the least important one among them. 

Even a few of them, such as Parkinson and Runcorn, have shown a very bad attitude towards Bulstrode, but this does not prevent Bulstrode from actively seeking their recognition.

They were so freewheeling, trying to manipulate the purebloods of every Slytherin school year.

However, Potter and Nott became the biggest variables.

He was convinced that, with the exception of Malfoy, almost all the core members did not regard Nott as a competitor. The Nott family was indeed an old enough pureblood, and members of the family once served as Hogwarts headmasters.

They agreed that there was no ambition to see in Nott.

At first, Blaise only noticed that Nott was quite intelligent, quiet, and reserved. 

In their first year, Nott always got along with a Ravenclaw who was the same school year, and that Ravenclaw was known as the "too quiet Cornfoot".  He once thought that Cornfoot and Nott's relationship, like Malfoy and Parkinson, had the fate of being each other's partner in the future determined by their parents.

The truth was that, with the exception of Malfoy and Bulstrode, they were almost all misled by Nott.

As for Potter, to be honest, Blaise didn't pay much attention to Potter in the first year.

The first year Potter was like the Invisible Man, and even though his classification as Slytherin caused a sensation, as time passed, Potter was as taciturn as Nott or Cornfoot. The only thing worth noting is that Potter has shown a unique talent in Potions.

Also, Potter has a pair of very beautiful green eyes.

A pair of green eyes capable of bewitching all beings and deceiving Dumbledore.

Of course, the Dark Lord, whose sanity had long since collapsed, was not Potter's opponent.

" Blaise, why don't you get more sleep. " A warm voice came from behind him, the voice coming from an extremely handsome face.

Hearing the warm voice, Blaise couldn't help but tense up.

A year before the end of the war, he had no choice but to agree to McLaggen quest to avoid being sent to the post-war court.

He quickly became McLaggen fiancé within the first month of their relationship.

McLaggen and Wood were among the few Gryffindors to gain Lord Potter's favor, and technically, both McLaggen and Wood were ex-Gryffindors.

Wood is a well-known executioner. When the Potter followers led by Wood captured the Ministry of Magic, there was a historical event known as a bloody feast.

They killed all areas and government officials who followed the Order of the Phoenix without mercy.

Alastor Moody, like a broken puppet, died after three days of crazy torture by Wood.

Wood's face was covered in blood and he laughed maniacally, making headlines.

" Once again, Albion welcomes the age of peace " all newspapers are so written headlines.

" I just think about what I should wear to the party tomorrow." Blaise smiled quite naturally, his eyes expressing his worries about tomorrow's dinner in a timely manner.

" You don't need to worry about this, you are my spouse, the master of my estate, no one should look at you with disdain. "  McLaggen's smile was as charming as his own.

But Blaise knew his husband, and the alluring look in front of him was a trick.

While Lee Jordan was being tortured, Blaise was ordered to stand in a corner and watch, and he saw his charming husband standing there with a smile that could bewitch anyone.

" I just don't want to lose to Macmillan. He's gotten a lot of compliments from the last party. " Blaise imitated the lines his mother used to say to every stepfather before the party.

He needs to focus on the parties, jewelry, make-up, furs, and everything that makes him look more like his mother.

He used to hate such a mother, but he couldn't deny that this superficial and jealous pretense had saved him countless times.

Macmillan is undoubtedly the best comparison, Macmillan is beautiful enough, but also enough to represent the jealousy of a manor spouse.

McLaggen didn't follow up on Blaise's words, as usual.

McLaggen got up and pulled back the quilt, revealing a very strong, upright body. I believe that for many people, this body is obviously very sexually attractive. Unfortunately, Blaise is not one of the people who will be attracted to this body.

However, he didn't have any choice. He turned his head away, pretending to be a little shy, sneaking glimpses of McLaggen's naked body from the corner of his eye, like a gay man obsessed with the body of another male wizard.

" It's not enough that you've got my gaze, do you need the admiration of others ? " McLaggen says possessively, not at all convinced that his spouse needs the admiration of others in order to build confidence.

Of course Blaise knew that McLaggen had only been looking at him since long ago. Even when Blaise was sleeping with Daphne, Blaise couldn't ignore that too piercing look in his mind.

"My dear, I don't care about them, you know that, I just, don't want people to compare you to Malfoy."

Having spent many years with the man in front of him, Blasie knew very well what this man was thinking about, and Malfoy was definitely a topic that could take McLaggen's attention away.

There was always a rivalry between McLaggen and Malfoy.

" You're always the best. " Wiping off the possessiveness on his face, McLaggen turned into a man who is usually quite gentle in front of people in a blink of an eye.

Before Blaise could react, McLaggen stepped forward and crouched, kissing Blaise's hands repeatedly, like a knight.

" And charming, funny, no one can know, what I've got in front of my eyes ." McLaggen murmured, leaving his own mark on each of Blaise's knuckles with his lips.

Seeing the man approaching madness in front of him, Blaise resisted the urge to run away.

He can't, shouldn't, and won't allow it.

He's not going to let the Zabini name die, he has to live on.

The mother died in her arms, and although she was exempted from the dementor's kiss that was supposed to be performed, she couldn't escape a glass of poisoned wine, offered by McLaggen.

In the second year after the war, Lord Potter gave a list of people, almost all of whom had Dementor's Kiss executed, and Blaise's mother was among them, because she offered to give shelter to Ginevra Weasley and Daphne.

Entwhistle seemed kind enough to save Blaise's mother from the Dementor's Kiss, but the inevitable death awaited her.

Save our last name, Blaise, don't let this name die like Greengrass and Parkinson.

The only thing left by my mother is this sentence in the suicide note.

"You're not paying attention." The sentence brought Blaise back to reality, and unsurprisingly, his husband was watching him, tenderly.

McLaggen's tender eyes are a kind of trap, behind those eyes, hidden, is absolute madness.

He had seen how McLaggen tortured Horace Slughorn, he placed a kiss on Slughorn's head tenderly, and in an instant, Horace's scalp was burned.

"Your worries are overflowing, my dear husband. I was wondering when I should go to St Mungo for a checkup." Blaise chuckled, with a slight resignation, accepting and enjoying her husband's crazy possessiveness .

McLaggen's face immediately lit up with joy at the word St Mungo and check.

" I'm going to be a father ? " Like a child receiving a surprise, McLaggen's expression showed joy after learning about the surprise.

Blaise knew McLaggen had wanted a baby for a long time.

Blaise was horrified when he learned that Macmillan had given birth to twins for Malfoy. Just because he was a pure-blood wizard who could get pregnant didn't mean he could accept having a baby for McLaggen.

Blaise's love of the female body has remained the same throughout, and he's had countless crazy nights with Daphne, and he's had a few good sex sessions with several witches a year his senior.

" Yes, you might be going to be a father. " Blaise responded to the man in front of him, his face beaming with happiness.

How many nights, he endured the urge to clean himself up.

How many nights he had to convince himself that he must be possessed by another man, and accept that another man would wantonly leave traces of lust on him. Even, he had to convince himself that it was time to get pregnant.

If you use contraception for a long time, no matter how secretive it is, the man will eventually find out.

" If my child is a boy, I think I'd name him Aristo, he's the best. Isn't it, my love  ? "The ecstasy on McLaggen's face distracted Blaise for a moment.

If I have a child with Daphne, will I look like this ?

It's not that he didn't think about forming a family with Daphne after the war and having several children similar to them.

Daphne's ambitions eventually shattered the plan.

For the first month after the war, Daphne planned to be Potter's woman.

She was so convinced that Potter's crush on Nott could be broken with a plan.

The reason was that Potter had never tasted the smell of a woman, so he didn't understand the beauty of a woman, nor did he understand a woman's graceful body and delicious smell.

To this end, she designed the assassination against Nott.

However, what people never expected was that Nott saw through Daphne's plan so easily.

Witnessed by all Wizengamot members, Daphne was sentenced to death without any excuse or refutation. In addition, the Greengrass family was also buried for this matter, and the seat they originally owned was sentenced to be transferred to Entwhistle, Lord Potter's most crazy minions.

Laughing wildly, Wood hung Daphne upside down on the execution ground and summoned his crows to poke her eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Daphne's once-beautiful eyes turned into bloody holes.

" Yes, I'm sure he'll like the name. " Contrary to his will, Blaise pushed his smile to the limit, genuinely happy to have a child.

"You know, my love, I've been looking forward to having a baby of yours and mine for a long time."

McLaggen had never shown such genuine joy.

He knew in his heart that Blaise was dreading getting pregnant, but he was glad that Blaise had finally figured it out.

It seemed that his Blaise finally knew his identity.

"The middle name, I hope it's from your family's name, my love." McLaggen's smile deepened, offering Blaise's pleasure appropriately, which he could do, as long as, he knew, the principles to follow.

Blaise heard this, and a picture flashed through his mind.

"Bring me a baby, will you?"

This sentence, he whispered softly in Daphne's ear, it was one of the few, the most sincere love words he said, without any hypocrisy at all.

Recently, the girl in my memory is beginning to disappear.

" I guess, I hope the middle name is up to you, but I like the name Fionn. " Blaise rejected the man's offer and called out another name.

Fionn, is the name of the man's grandfather.

Not surprisingly, Blaise got a look of approval from McLaggen's face.

Blaise didn't want his unborn baby to have any symbols associated with the Zabini surname.

How long it took Blaise to accept that he had a child in his womb, a child he never wanted.

He spent a lot of time convincing himself that this child must not be aborted. He hoped that this child could make a man slightly divert his possessiveness towards him.

" Originally, there is some good news I want to tell you later, but I think the timing is right now. " The man immersed in joy suddenly spoke.

" What is worth sharing ?  " The good news from the man's mouth was nothing more than that it was related to the Ministry of Magic again. He always knew that the man was highly valued by Lord Potter.

McLaggen and Entwhistle worshiped Lord Potter like the Lestrange couple did to Voldemort, and no one in the entire wizarding world could match them.

Maybe it was McLaggen getting a promotion or something, and Blaise was going to get over it in a perfunctory way, he was really bored with these things.

" We caught it. " The man said with a very gentle smile.

The familiar tone made Blaise let go of the thought of prevaricating just now.

"Catch who?" Blaise maintained a calm tone. He knew that men had arrested many rebels in recent years.

"Ginny Weasley and her brothers, it should be said so, dead Ginny Weasley, and her two brothers who kept hiding." The man was satisfied with Blaise's calm just now.

Blaise's mind was actively blocking the thought of killing the man in front of him.

He no longer had a wand, and although the Ministry of Magic had no evidence that he had anything to do with Daphne's assassination plan, he had his wand confiscated by the Ministry at Nott's suggestion. At the time, the man did not stop and was satisfied with the move.

"Interestingly, the weasel is still pregnant, four months old." The man's face was pressed against Blaise's ear, and his voice was as warm as ever.

"Before she dies, I'll be able to piece things together, my love."

Blaise was trembling, the man didn't seem to notice Blaise's pale face, and gently placed his hands on Blaise's belly.

"You know, my love, what I hate the most is when someone cheats on me, especially where I can see it."

McLaggen pressed his lips against Blaise's ear.

"You know, I can always to forgive."

In this moment, Blaise realized, he'd never really known this man.