Woo, here's the next chapter.
Harry backed away from the door slowly. He moved to stand in front of Draco. Draco grasped his hand and squeezed it, watching the door.
He looked on in slight panic as a tall figure walked over the threshold.
"Honey, I'm home!" Blaise hiccuped once he came into full view. He held the gun in front of him, a small pistol. In the other hand he held a six pack of beer. Four cans already gone, making Harry wonder how many he'd finished off on the way over.
Blaise staggered forward clumsily. Harry reached his hand back between Draco's arm and side. His hand groped for the kitchen drawer on the end. His knuckles brushed against the knob. He grasped it, and pulled it open as quietly as possible. He felt around inside, and his hand bumped what he wanted. He pulled the small hand gun and his hunting knife from it.
Harry, eyes still locked on Blaise, who was ranting about how they were both going to pay, pressed the handle of the hunting knife into Draco's free hand.
Draco gripped it tightly, watching Blaise as he yelled drunkenly.
Harry held the gun behind his back, releasing the safety.
"No one leave me, Draco. No one. You shouldn't have. Now, you've gone and got this trash involved too. And now you're both gong to pay." Blaise said, waving the gun around.
"Who get's the first bullet?" He aimed it at Harry and Draco's face back and forth. "How about Draco?" He reached behind Harry and yanked Draco roughly from behind him.
Draco stood his ground as he looked into the barrel of the gun. He held the hunting knife tightly behind his back.
"Draco, you're so beautiful. You deserve better than him." Blaise hiccuped. "You'll be beautiful even in death." Blaise cocked the gun.
Draco swung his arm out, and cut the wrist Blaise held the gun in. Blaise dropped the gun, and Draco tried to grab it, but Blaise slapped his wrist away, and it he dropped the hunting knife. He kicked the gun away before Blaise could grab it again.
Blaise dove after the gun, but Selena jumped out, and cut his outstretched hand, hissing. Blaise cursed and threw her across the room. He grabbed the gun, stood up, and swirled around to face them.
Harry was ready, his gun pointed at Blaise.
Blaise pulled Draco to him, locking his arm around Draco's neck, and then pressed the gun to his head.
"You shoot, and he dies." Blaise said, tightening his grip.
"Shoot him Harry. Do it. Now!" Draco said. Harry shook his head.
"I might hit you." Harry said.
"I know, just shoot." Draco jabbed his elbow into Blaise's side, and rolled out of the way.
Two guns went off at the same time.
Uh oh, who got shooted? O: Dundundunn