Title: Rare Allegiances

Pairing: Harry/Draco, Blaise

Rating: G

Summary: Harry goes to Zabini for help.

Prompt: awdt's "I think you'll have to wait for your invitation" and enchanted_jae's JMDC #81 a friend in need.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offense is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun.

Word Count: 600

When the door opened Harry gave a tentative smile but all he got in return was a cold stare from Draco. He took a breath and ran a hand through his hair. "Draco, come on you're being ridiculous," he said. "Can't we talk this out?"

"There's nothing to talk about," Draco sniffed.

"There is and you know it," he said. "Just let me explain-"

"No," Draco said. Harry had to try to stop the man from closing the door in his face. Again.

"You're really not going to invite me inside?" Harry asked.

"I think you'll have to wait for your invitation, Potter," Draco said with bared teeth.

"Draco-"

"I'm ridiculous remember?" the blonde said before the door slammed.

"Draco!" he yelled. "Draco! Bloody hell! Draco, answer the door. Come on." Harry sighed and muttered to himself, "Him and his bloody stupid muffling charms."

Harry did the last thing he had ever thought he would do. He went to Blaise Zabini for help because Parkinson was the hex first and ask questions later type of character.

"Draco," Blaise smiled, as he stepped through the floo. "Pansy says you've been absolutely miserable."

"Shut up, Blaise," the blonde snapped, as he burrowed further into his couch and blankets. Draco always was a sulky one.

"You want to talk about it?" he asked, as he pushed the man's legs out of the way and took a seat.

Draco shot him a glare and turned away.

He chuckled and shook his head. "I brought cider," he offered. "We both know how much you like your cider."

After a long silence the blonde emerged and held out a hand. "Give it here."

Blaise handed over the alcohol and opened a bottle for himself. After a few swigs Draco was a bit less sullen but a lot more pouty. He waited it out.

"I saw Potter giving that Weasley bint a wedding ring," the blonde grumbled.

"Hmmm," he nodded. "Are you quite sure about that?"

"Yes!"

"All right," Blaise said, before he took another swig. "But from what I've heard, Potter was asking her for her opinion on the piece after purchasing it for you."

He smiled and took the bottle from Draco when he choked and sputtered on the drink. The man looked at him with wide eyes for long moments. "You're mad," Draco said.

"No, I don't think that I am," he said, handing the drink back to the man now that he was finished choking.

"So I got upset at Harry for..."

"Absolutely no reason," he finished.

Draco sighed and took a long swig of his cider. "I need to talk to Harry."

"Potter's at home anxiously awaiting the results of this conversation," Blaise said.

"He's what?" Draco started. "You and Harry worked toge-"

"Don't, Draco," he said. Not wanting to the words to leave the man's mouth. "Desperate times call for the formation of rare allegiances. I did this for you, not him. You're a pain in the arse when you're sulking and for some reason you're a lot less grouchy with Potter in your life."

Draco smirked at him now. "Blaise Zabini, is that your way of giving me the most convoluted blessing known to man?" the blonde asked.

"You're reading into this far too much," he muttered. Never mind that it was true.

"Thank you," Draco said, as he touched Blaise's arm. The blonde spelled himself so that he did not look as if he had been sulking and then flooed Potter.

"Hullo, Harry," Draco said. "Can I come over."

The two of them owed him for this.

Especially Potter.