Blaise
Theo and I are in the common room, betting over who will be the first to choke on their food at lunch today, Crabbe, or Goyle, when Draco rushes in, ignoring the both of us. Catching the sheen of tears in the Blonde's eyes, I sigh. This is the third time this month.
"Hey, mate, you alright?" Theo calls after him in him in vain. Draco just ignores him and goes straight to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Theo frowns as soft sobs can be heard from the other side of the door.
That's it.
I'm done.
I'm sick of him doing this and I'm going to find out what's going on if it kills me. I pass a meaningful look at Theodore.
"Give me a minute with him?" I ask quietly, so that Draco won't hear us. Theo sighs.
"I want to know what wrong just as much as you do." I smirk at the whine to his tone.
"But he won't say anything as long as you're here, Theo, you know that." He sighs again.
"Fine" He drawls dramatically, getting up and silently vacating the room. I walk over to the bathroom door and rap on it.
"Draco, it's just me. Open up."
"Go away. I'm busy." I roll my eyes.
"Dray, I can hear you in there. Come on, open the door."
Silence. Well, mostly silence, aside from a badly executed attempt to mask the sound of crying.
"Draco, please. This is third time this month you've done this. Tell me what's going on."
"Just leave me alone!" I sigh at my melodramatic friend. He can be so damn difficult sometimes.
"Draco Malfoy," I say firmly, pulling out my wand, "you have three seconds to open the door or I'll open it for you. Three... Two..."
Click. The lock slides out of place and Draco opens the door slightly, peering at me through the crack. I smirk. That always works.
"What the hell do you want, Blaise?" I raise my eyebrows at him.
"I want to know why you're crying." He glares, and blushes, before wiping vigorously at his cheeks. Which, of course, doesn't work so well, because he's still crying.
"I'm not crying." He mumbles defensively. I say nothing, and wait for him to crack under my disbelieving stare.
"It doesn't matter." He pouts. "Go away." I roll my eyes again.
"Draco, come out of there. I'm not about to let my best mate cry by himself in a bathroom." He glares at me, stomps out of the room, throws himself at his bed and pulls the sheets up over his face. I sigh as I hear him trying, and unsuccessfully, I might add, to stop the flow of tears.
I sit down at the edge of his bed, after first making sure I'm not sitting on his feet.
"Tell me what's going on with you, yeah? You know I'm not going to leave you alone until you tell me what's wrong, so you may as well just spill." Draco's response is muffled.
"You'll laugh at me." I almost laugh at this. Merlin I swear, this boy is the least trusting person I've ever met in my entire life.
"Draco, come on. You've been my best mate for six years. You should know by now that you can trust me. For god's sake, Dray, look at you. Why the hell would I laugh at something if it's making you this upset." This at least manages to get Draco to pull the covers off of his head. I give a pitying frown. Now, not only are his eyes red and bloodshot and his cheeks blotchy from crying, his face is bright red from the heat of his comforter cave. He pouts at me.
"Promise you won't laugh?" Draco sniffs and wipes at his cheeks. I feel a definite sense of relief. Finally, I get him to talk to me.
"I promise."
"Pinkie swear." I smile at this. You'd think at sixteen, Draco would've grown out of this. I hold my smallest finger out to the boy and he wraps his with mine.
"There." I say, knowing I've got his full confidence now. "I pinkie swore. Now tell me what's got you so upset."
"I got into another fight with Potter..." he mumbles softly. This confuses me.
"So?" I ask uncertainly. "You fight with Potter all the time." He just bites down on his lip and stares at me for a moment like he's trying to tell me something with his eyes. It takes me a moment to get it.
"Oh." I look at him sadly. "You like him, don't you?" I ask softly. He sniffs again and nods slowly.
"Please don't laugh." He whispers. I look at him incredulously.
"Why would I Draco?" He stares at me like I'm stupid. "Because you're gay?" I ask gently. He nods, looking like he's about to start crying again. I give a light laugh.
"Dray, I've known you were gay since the third year. I just figured you'd tell me when you were ready." He smiles a little. "It's just kind of sad that you managed to fall for someone who's supposed to be your mortal enemy." With this, Draco does start to cry again. With a sigh, I pull the boy into my arms.
"You should've heard the stuff he said to me, Blaise." He wails into my shirt. I frown. He's so much more sensitive than people would expect.
"Well..." I say hesitantly, not knowing how to word this so I don't piss him off. "It's not like you don't... you know... provoke it sometimes." He pulls away to glare at me.
"I haven't started one of those god damn fights in months." He snaps, and I think about for a moment. He's right. It has been Potter lately. Draco just retorts back to what he starts to keep the image. "Well the hell would I?" Draco asks angrily when I'm silent for a moment.
"You're right, Draco, I'm sorry." Well, of course he wouldn't, if he ends up crying afterwards.
"He hates me." The anger disappears from my friend so quickly I have to wonder for a moment if he's bipolar. I find the morose tone to his words a bit melodramatic but hey, it's Draco. He's the queen of all things melodramatic. I find myself wondering when he's going to stop crying. We have class later.
"Maybe you should tell him how you feel." I suggest gently. He glares.
"And what, give him more reason to call me pathetic? Fuck that." I raise my eyebrows.
"Well..." I say patiently, "Potter isn't evil. Maybe if you tell him, he'll stop saying that shit to you." Draco just shakes his head, wiping at his eyes again.
I'm just about to give up and leave him to his misery when something catches my eye. His sleeve has ridden down just a little bit, exposing something on his wrist that looks suspiciously like a cut. My eyes narrow.
"What the hell it that?" I'm stuck between anger and pity.
"What's what?"
"That" I grab his hand. "On your wrist." He tries to pull away from me, but I'm stronger, and I pull up his robe sleeve, exposing a very angry looking set of slashes across his forearm. He looks at me nervously, saying nothing. "Draco are you insane?! You could kill yourself!" He yanks his arm away.
"I'm not suicidal, Blaise." He snaps.
"The what the fuck are you doing that to yourself for? Huh?!"
"It takes the pain away." He mumbles looking ashamed. I scoff.
"What the hell is taking a god damn blade to your fucking wrists going to do to make it stop hurting?" He winces at my tone, but I don't really care. He is so stupid...
"Because I can control it." He mumbles. "It just does, okay?"
"No." I say firmly. "Not okay. I'm going to start checking those arms of yours from here on out, got it? And if I see one of more of those cuts on you, I'm going straight to Potter and telling him what's going on."
"NO! You can't tell him!" I almost back down at the tears in his eyes, but I remind myself that it's for his own good, and plough on.
"Then you're just going to have to stop cutting yourself, then, aren't you?" He glares at me, but I know I've trapped him. He won't risk it.
The bell rings.
"Come on. Lunch. Go clean yourself up." Shooting me a death look he stalks into the bathroom and I hear the sink running. When he comes out, he looks a little better, but his eyes are still rimmed in red and his face still a little blotchy.
I feel bad for him and his pale complexion. It makes it so easy to see when the poor boy's been crying.
"What?" He snaps moodily at me. I roll my eyes.
"Nothing, Draco. Come on."
This is going to be a long day.
Well, there we have it. The first chappie to a three chapter fic. The next chapter will be in Blaise and Harry's point of view, and the following in Harry and Draco's points of view. This WAS going to be a one shot, but I'm separating it to three parts, because it fits the timeline better.
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