Just what I wish happened. This is a friendship story, not romance. Sorry, no smut here!
R&R! :)
Oh and none of this belongs to me!
Blaise Zabini rolled over on his bed in the dungeons, unable to sleep. He sighed and stared at the green drapes that hung off the ebony posts.
He started to shift around again when he heard a whimper. It came from his left and he turned his head slightly.
He heard it again and quietly got out of his bed. His socked feet made no sound on the floor as he crossed to the bed nearest his.
He looked down at the boy whose face was contorted in his sleep. Blaise stood as the boy whimpered and shifted in pain.
Blaise looked around before grabbing his wand and casting a Muffliato around the boy's bed. He drew the curtains to his own bed and then crawled into bed with the unconscious boy.
He looked at the boy in the green hue of light that barely filtered in through windows looking out to the bottom of the lake. The light caused his pale body to stick out against the dark sheets. Blaise surveyed the boy had lost weight since the start of term. He sighed and quietly drew the curtains closed and cast a small ward on them.
He looked down and saw the boy's face was still contorted in worry and disgust. Blaise laid back down and wrapped his arms around the lithe form, pulling the boy closer to him.
The boy whimpered and snuggled into Blaise's chest. Blaise rubbed what he hoped were soothing circles onto the boy's back.
Just as Blaise began to drift to sleep he realized that the boy was awake.
"Good night Draco," he said softly.
"Good night Blaise."
Blaise fell asleep without any further problems. The last thing he remembered hearing was Draco's steady breathing.
Not a month later, Draco led death eaters into the castle and Dumbledore was dead.
After the funeral, Blaise sat down on his bed and sighed. He cast a spell to gather his things and he left Hogwarts without looking back.