Chapter Eleven
In the End
Blaise carefully rolled over and peeked through the crack in his bed hangings. His eyes went wide when he saw Draco sneaking Ginny into his bed. Idly flicking the fringe out of his eyes, Blaise prepared to march over there and get Ginny away if Draco made the slightest move to take advantage of her.
The room went silent again, save for Goyle's snoring. Blaise slipped from bed, wand in hand. After casting silencing charms over Nott, Goyle, and Crabbe's beds he carefully opened Draco's bed hangings and grinned when he saw both of them fully dressed save for robes and shoes. Deep down he'd trusted Draco to respect her, but there had been that momentary panic.
Cussing softly, he slipped between the hangings and Draco's armoire when he heard someone coming. He nearly laughed aloud at the scene that followed. He leaned fully against the wall when Dumbledore shot a knowing look his way, those damn twinkling eyes unsettling him.
There's no way he knows I'm here, does he?
He tuned back in just in time to hear the discussion on Draco and Ginny going somewhere, together, over the hols.
What? Does this mean Draco isn't siding with his insane father any longer?
Reassured that this was indeed the case, he caught himself silently applauding Dumbledore when the old man seemed to see what he did, though it looked like Draco wasn't in denial any longer.
Once Dumbledore left and they had fallen back asleep, he hurried back to his bed.
His last thought was: I should really do the same. I don't want to be a minion any more than Draco does. I'll have to hold out just a bit longer.