I Didn't Do It!
Disclaimer: not JK Rowling… Shock! Enjoy anyway!
Warning: teenagers acting like teenagers! Swearing and "your mom" jokes! Mean Slytherins! References to M/M
Summary: As the Slytherin wait to get into potions, Draco gets totally burned(!) in a game and everyone gets a first-hand look to how the Slytherin hierarchy system really works.
Draco, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle were all waiting for Professor Snape to open the classroom door. Draco had noticed that the whole class was slowly ambling toward the door. Including the Golden Trio, but he was too early in the morning to start a fight.
"Where's Blaise?" Pansy asked the group lazily.
The boys shrugged, none of them had even noticed he was missing. Draco was curious to where his best friend had gone though, where is that crazy kid…
"No wonder it's so quiet," Draco smirked, Pansy smiled cheekily.
"Where do you think he is?" Crabbe mused. Draco sarcastically replied.
"Why must everything that comes out of your mouth be a frickin question?" everyone in the group snickered quietly. For Slytherins, Draco thought, friendly insults were seen as veiled compliments. As they finished laughing a dark-haired figure came running loudly toward Draco and nearly ran into him. "Ahh… Hi-"
"I didn't do it!" Blaise shouted so loudly that the whole class was staring unabashedly. Draco blinked, ohh it's a prank! Draco realized, might as well play along. Draco checked by winking at Blaise, and he winked back! Haha, yeahh! Draco mentally cheered.
"But, there's a witness!" Draco shouted dramatically.
"A witness…" Blaise shrieked, "Well, to hell with the goddamn witness!" Blaise you are playing your part beautifully! Draco mused.
"I wouldn't say that so soon…" Pansy started. Both of the boys looked over suspiciously. "Because the witness is, Lucius Malfoy."
"Bum, bum, bummm!" Crabbe sang in his lowest baritone.
"He he, thank you sweetheart," Pansy smiled. Crabbe grunted in response.
Draco and Blaise, realizing their dream skit was almost over, Draco deciding for a big finale "Oh blasted fate! Why would my father frame my best friend, mi amigo, and my longest companion?" Draco screamed while he waved his arms then shook Blaise, who look like he would die if he had to keep from laughing for much longer. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the confused faces of the Golden Trio.
"It's probably because you are both crazy fuckers." Ron murmured snappishly, but no one heard him because everyone was too wrapped up in what the Slytherins were saying to care.
"Draco, it's probably because," Blaise paused in hopes to savor the moment and engrave it in his mind. Ohh Draco thinks his ending was dramatic, Blaise mentally smirked, but mine will blow him away. "I fucked your mom, loser!" Blaise laughed triumphantly as everyone else blushed in embarrassment. Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle held a collective breath waiting for Draco to react.
"You win." Draco sighed, looking only slightly dejected.
"Say it" Blaise ordered. Now Draco looked truly embarrassed because he knew what he had to say.
"I, Draco L. Malfoy am Blaise C. Zambini's bitch… "Draco huffed," but only for today!" he growled while giving Blaise a death glare. Now the whole class was rolling in laughter as Blaise did a victory lap around his best friend.
"Draco," Blaise cooed," gimme a kiss."
"No," Draco refused flatly.
"Oh, come on, I bet we could make the Gryffindorks to scream…" Blaise smiled sweetly.
"That would be funny…" Draco drawled sarcastically. Alas, to Harry disappointment, Snape opened the class door's.
"In. Now." Snape barked. Draco and Blaise shrugged.
"Ahh, well after class maybe," Blaise started.
"Haha, right," Draco muttered as he shoved Blaise to their before Blaise had a chance to barked more order's