Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in my story, they're all thanks to J.K Rowling
"I can't believe we lost again. Potter had to have been cheating, the snitch was touching my fingertips and then he came out of fucking nowhere and snatched it. I'll bet you it was bloody Granger, she probably couldn't help herself when she realized they were losing" Draco huffs. He had always had trouble admitting his failures, and quidditch was no exception. It wasn't really his fault he thought, his parents had spoiled him rotten and showered him with presents as a child, telling him "You're a Malfoy, we always come out above the rest".
"Trudging back to the changing rooms after a particularly brutal quidditch match against Gryffindor, he and Blaise were covered in sweat and grass stains, in desperate need of a shower and Draco's expensive cologne, which smelled of pine, mint, and mahogany. It made Pansy cling to him as though she was one of the grindylows from the lake.
"I don't know Drake, maybe we just lost. I mean I could see Granger doing that, but really, Potter is too proud to win with someone else's help" says Blaise who had witnessed Draco's rants about Potter enough to know that oftentimes it was just him trying to make an excuse for why he messed up, instead of admitting failure. He couldn't really blame him though, Draco's father had raised him to believe that everything would be handed to him due to his family's name, and Potter and his trio challenged that long standing belief.
"I don't lose, I'm a Malfoy" Draco stubbornly repeats the mantra that had been drilled into his head since birth. Admitting that he had lost not because of someone else's dishonesty but because he wasn't good enough would pop a hole right in the center of his shiny pureblood bubble, and he happened to like his shiny bubble thank you very much.
"Well I guess you're not a Malfoy then Drake. Maybe the Weasley's will let you join their violently red haired and foul tempered family." Quite honestly, Blaise was fed up with Draco's constant rants about Potter and his band of blood traitor Gryffindors. He had much better things to do with his time, for example, quidditch, shagging a lovely Slytherin witch, or even working on a charms assignment would be less dull.
"Shut the hell up Blaise, I'm serious. Every damn teacher in this school lives to kiss Potter's ass" snarled Draco.
"You know, with the amount of time you spend harping about him I'm starting to think you fancy him" announced Blaise in an attempt to get Draco to be quiet.
"Draco makes a noise between cough and a snort, uncharacteristically improper. Turning the corner he and Blaise reached the hidden door that led into the Slytherin common room. They enter the new password 'fangs' and push open the now visible stone door, stepping into the dimly lit common room.
"I'm going to shower" calls Draco.
"When I'm back do try to have your head out of your ass will you?" he says as he turns and strides towards the dormitory they shared along with their fellow Slytherin and friend, Theodore Nott.
Blaise throws himself onto the emerald green leather sofa placed parallel to the fireplace where Theo was already sprawled out, working on Charms homework that had been assigned earlier that day.
One thing you should know about Blaise was that he loved pulling pranks on Draco, it was sometimes the only way he could catch him unguarded in order to figure out what was really wrong. Laying with his hands under his head, watching the shadows flicker on the dark stone wall and listening to the scratching of Theo's quill mixed with the quiet whispers of the other students, Blaise began to devise a plan.
A plan that would hopefully end in him never having to waste another precious second listening to Draco relentlessly moan on about Potter and his fucking golden trio.
A/N:Not sure how often this will be updated, there's a lot going on with school at the moment but I will try my best! Of course always open to suggestions :)