Blaise looked over form his spot on his bed to see his best friend Draco on his own bed, looking intently at the little green book laying on his lap.
Blaise frowned.
It was 3:00 in the morning, and he was starting to worry about his fellow Slytherin. This was the third time this week Blaise had seen Draco wide awake and bent over his little book, scribbling words down or crossing them out. Not to mention he has that bloody book practically wrapped around is throat all the time making it impossible for Blaise to sneak a look.
"Draco," Blaise whispered.
Draco showed no reaction.
"Draco," Blaise raised his voice a little louder.
Draco kept on scribbling.
Blaise reached under his bed for the little Snitch he had nicked from the match against Hufflepuff the day before. Blaise held the golden ball in his fingertips, then hurled it across the room.
"OW!" Draco exclaimed in surprise.
"So much for a Seeker."
"What are you doing up," Draco scowled "besides flinging Snitches at me?"
"I could ask you the same thing, minus the Snitch flinging on your part."
"Nothing," Draco lied.
Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"Um….homework?"
Blaise laughed. "Draco I've known you for years, I know everything about you, I think I can tell when you're lying."
"You don't know everything about me Blaise." Draco argued.
"Yes, I do."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
"No, you don't."
"I know you've fancied Granger since our first year."
Draco gasped.
"How, how did you-"Draco stuttered.
"It's pretty obvious, Mate." Blaise answered with a smile.
Draco opened his mouth, then close it with a shake of his head.
"Now come on then, show me what's what with that little book of yours."
Draco sighed, "okay, but you got to swear on Salazar Slytherin's grave you won't laugh."
"I swear."
Draco looked down at his book one more time, then hesitantly tossed it over to Blaise.
Blaise caught it with ease, and eagerly began flipping through pages, what he saw surprised him.
You red headed geek
Hanging out with a scar headed freak
You may have Granger now
but you better watch it, you cow!
"What the hell?" Thought Blaise as he turned to the next page.
You're a spoiled rotten git
Your head is a bottomless pit
Your very presence makes me sick
You attention sucking tick
Your fame is a lie
Die Potter Die
Blaise looked at Draco, who nervously twiddle his thumbs, then with a shake of his head Blaise turned to the next page.
Hermione, oh how I love thee…..
"Draco!" Blaise broke down laughing.
"You said you wouldn't laugh!" Draco cried.
"I'm not laughing at you Draco," Blaise reassured calming down. "It's actually pretty good poetry."
"Really?"
"Really," Blaise smiled handing back the little green book.
Draco smiled back, hugging the book to his chest. Blaise laid back down and closed his eyes.
"Blaise?"
"Mmm…yeah?" Blaise mumbled half way asleep.
"Blaise."
"What?"
There was no response from Draco, Blaise sat up to look at the blonde, eyes half shut.
Draco, Dra- OW!" Blaise cried as the golden snitch smacked in the eyes.
"Blaise?"
"What!"
"Thanks."
"No problem Shakespeare."
"What did you just call me!"
"Never mind."