Chapter 6
Sitting up Harry pulled back the quilt, swung his legs around so he was sitting on the edge of the bed and gestured for the Slytherin to sit next to him. Hesitantly Blaise sat on the edge of the bed and turned to face Harry. Neither boy spoke for several minutes as they collected their thoughts. Eventually Blaise cleared his throat and began speaking.
"Draco hasn't had the easiest life. Sure it seems like he has everything, but looks can be deceiving." Blaise paused as he tried to work out how to continue. Rubbing a hand over his face he carried on "I've been a terrible friend recently. I knew Draco needed me but I haven't been there for him like I should have. Hermione has been taking up more and more of my time, between her and studying for exams there hasn't really been any time for me and Draco to talk like we used. He didn't mean what he said you know? It's just he lets things build up inside, he won't talk to anyone, until he can't help but lash out at the nearest person. This time it happened to be you, last time it was Pansy, next time who knows? But either way he doesn't mean it. Over the past few months the two of you have become closer and honestly I think it's really helped him so please, just talk to him, give him another chance, let him explain." He finished speaking and sat quietly as he waited for a response. Looking into the Slytherins eyes Harry searched for any sign of deception, for any sign that Blaise was playing him. He really hoped he wasn't and the look on the other boys face seemed honest. He knew he should listen to Blaise and talk to Draco, but it was easier said than done. Even if Draco hadn't meant what he said it still hurt and Harry didn't know if he could ever forgive the blonde boy. Turning his attention back to Blaise Harry pushed all remaining thoughts of Draco to the back of his mind.
"I'll think about it, just not now. It's been a long day and I really don't want to think about this right now." Harry said as he rolled over not waiting for a reply. Blaise sighed realising the conversation was over. He quickly left and headed back to his own room. He had said what he came to say and there was nothing else he could do for now, it was all down to them now.
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