Nocturne

Draco Malfoy woke up the next morning choosing not to dwell on what had happened the previous night. The serpent on his arm had turned a violent shade of red and burned. His father had warned him of this and it was arranged that if it ever happened, he was to stay in school so as to not arouse suspicion.

Draco had been given a task this year by the Dark Lord himself. Snape had told him it was his punishment for his father's incompetence but Draco planned on completing the task and becoming part of his Lord's inner circle. If only the task wasn't so hard. Even Voldemort couldn't kill Albus Dumbledore, how was he supposed to?

"Morning." Blaise yawned from his bed across the room as he sat up.

Draco needed to forget about his task for a little while. He looked over with a gleam in his eye Blaise had seen too many times and smirked. He smirked one of his famous Malfoy smirks that he had perfected since childhood. A smirk that he used as a mask to cover every single emotion he didn't want people to read on his face. Blaise raised and eyebrow as Draco slowly walked over to him.

Draco took off the robes he had just put on and crawled onto Blaise's bed - Blaise always gave in.

Draco took off his school tie while straddling Blaise, then reached over and shut the drapes surrounding the four poster bed. He looked into Blaise's eyes for a few seconds then slowly kissed him. No tongue, no movement, just lips on lips and closed eyes. When Blaise took hold of his waist and the kiss developed Draco truly lost himself in it - forgetting all about Voldemort, his father, his task, Harry bloody Potter and everything else that had been plaguing his mind for weeks.

Blaise pulled Draco underneath him, reversing their positions. He slid a hand under Draco's shirt and grabbed onto his tiny hips, kissing him more fiercely. Draco wrapped him arms around Blaise's neck as he grinded upwards.

They were then interrupted by the door opening. Draco could hear someone entering the room and Blaise shot up off of him, fast as light.

"Draco? We're late for class." Crabbe's voice sounded from the doorway.

Draco got out of the bed, out from behind the bed curtains fully dressed, and nodded at Crabbe.

"Alright, let's go then." He briefly stated. He walked over to his desk, grabbed his wand then headed out the door.

Crabbe looked slightly puzzled at the fact Draco had come from Blaise's bed but shrugged and followed him out of the room.

Blaise got out of bed as soon as the door closed and got dressed to go down to the great hall. That was close he thought. Homosexuality was looked down upon in Slytherin and he couldn't risk himself or Draco getting found out by anyone. Crabbe and Goyle were loyal but not the sharpest tools in the shed. One slip up and the whole of Slytherin would turn against them or just himself, really. Blaise wasn't sure anything would ruin Draco's reputation.

Draco had told Blaise years ago about his sexual preference. Blaise was his best friend and someone he had grown up with his whole life. Blaise admitted then that he was the exact same and they made a mutual agreement to keep quiet.

Of course, not having many other options and both being 16 years old, incidents like this morning seemed an everyday occurrence. They never talked about it and Blaise could tell it was eating apart their close friendship. The thing was; Blaise knew he had fallen in love with Draco from the first time they kissed. It was unrequited love - Blaise never intended to tell him. He couldn't handle it if they stopped talking.

It's a hard life in the snake pit.