He looked all over the bloody school for the man but couldn't find him; even the basement normally he would stop and realize how ridiculous he was being but that wasn't processing the raven haired prick has invaded every part of him.

Rounding a corner to the grounds he ran into to someone instinctively he grabbed said body just in case it was his elusive quarry; unfortunately it was someone else he had known in his life if the dark shoulder length curls, deep chocolate skin and the dark eyes of his Italian father was anything to go by. Blaise Zabini he closest friend in his boyhood till his rift with his family stood before him grinning at the sight of him.

"Good to see you too Draky." Draco quickly released him clasping his tense hands behind his back. "What have you been up to?"

"Looking for my predecessor." Avoids his searching eyes. "I need to talk to him about his lessons."

"In other words you need advice because you have no idea what to do."

Well be that as it may." Draco said tersely. "I am unable to find him."

"Harry can be an elusive pain in the ass."

Draco not only observed his casual lean against one of the lockers, but also the tender look upon his face that made Draco want to throttle him.

"You know him."

"Quite intimately." Zabini admitted. "He saved my life."

"What are you talking about?"

"After you left I joined a jazz band and got into big trouble."

"What trouble?"

"Drugs I started with Marijuana but it wasn't enough I got into heroine then cocaine then both at the same time."

"I have to say never thought you would get into such a thing."

"I know but I happened I was in a bad way but I couldn't stop it, then I met him he didn't even know me but he helped me and in the end I helped him." Gives Draco a sultry look. "But it fizzled unfortunately."

"Do you know where he lives?"

"Yes I do; do you need to see him?"

"Yes I do."

":Well I'm just done with lessons give me some time and I can drive you to him."

"How long?"

Two hours."

Draco didn't want to wait that long but it couldn't be helped so he waited; in the limo he bounced his knee in impatience, Blaise not bothering to notice his friend's agitation began asking him about his former rock star life as he poured himself a snifter of whiskey offered one to him Draco took it gulping it down, Blaise poured him another his way of getting answers out of people.

"So have you met your little bro yet?"

"You knew?" Draco cuts his eyes off the scenery." Why didn't you tell me?"

"No one could get word to you your mother on the other hand wouldn't be deterred."

"Damn right took my father being too weak to stop her to send word he was dying."

"According to his doctor that's not going to happen.

"Hmm." Grabs the bottle and pours another drink.

"He really is a good doctor keeps my dilapidated heart going."

"You look pretty spry for a former junkie." Draco observed.

"Yeah well my heart wasn't so lucky." Gives his chest a light tap. "Weak as a half dead baby."

"Surely you could get a transplant you have connections."

"Not enough to remove my liability, they have me on the list but being a former junkie puts my chances in the zero column; and you know how my parents are."

"Sorry to hear that Blaise." Thinks for a moment. "I could go to my father-"

"No need Draky its sweet you're willing to fall on the father sword to help me but those fuckers would just make me worse sometimes Hospitals and Doctors are fucking overrated."

"Wait should you be drinking wouldn't that fuck with your recovery."

"My heart is failing not my liver." Blaise laughs taking the bottle from him and pours another glass. "My medicine is completely safe."