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"Well, what do we have here?" Blaise asked maliciously, leaning against the door frame. "If it's not Draco Malfoy, the fallen Prince of Slytherin."-he smirked, which looked exactly like Draco's smirk Harry had seen oh so many times before- "Been off mollycoddling with the All Righteous and Good Side have you, Draco?"
"And if I have?" Draco asked lightly, as if discussing the weather.
"You've left us." Blaise stated. "You left behind your own kind, to be with Scar Head and Mudblood. What would your father say?"
Draco almost lost it right than and there. "What did you call her?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"Mudblood." Blaise said again, slower, as if talking to a child. "You know, the same thing you've called her for the past five-almost six years?" Blaise smiled a dangerous smile. "Why, Draco? Don't like her being called that? Has your precious Mudblood become something to you?"
Draco glared levelly at him. "We need to talk, Zabini. Someplace privet." His voice was as dangerous as Blaise's smile.
Blaise laughed. "You want to fight me, do you Draco? Think you'll win?" he turned to give their audience in the compartment a disbelieving smirk. He turned back to Draco, and Draco, who had known Blaise his entire life and could tell his emotions right off the bat without any work, could tell he looked kind of worried. Draco knew Blaise knew that Draco could beat him in less than two seconds flat, with or without a wand.
"I know I will win." Draco stated, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He turned courteously and gestured for Blaise to follow him. He looked into the compartments of the train until he found one filled with first years. The first years, seeing the looks and hearing the stories of Blaise and Draco, and The-boy-who-lived right behind the two, cleared out.
Draco dumped his food onto a nearby chair, and went about setting up silencing charms and closing the blinds and locking the door. When he finished, he turned to Blaise, and with his face showing no emotion, asked lightly, "Now, Blaise, do you really want me to hurt you, or is there another reason why you put a show on in front of the other Slytherins and that git Weasley?"
Blaise dropped the whole bad boy image at once, and let out a deflated sigh."Where have you been Draco? I've been trying to contact you all summer! The owls keep coming back with the letters I sent to you. How come they couldn't find you? That Weasel, we saw him at a Meeting. He told us that you had turned from us. Given up the life under He-who-must-not-be-named. Are you mad? If I tried doing that I would be killed in an instant! I heard your fathers escaped and is after you and your mum. I'm really sorry, Draco, really I am. And I have honestly no objections against you going out with Granger, and I will never call her a Mudblood again." he said the last part very fast, as if to get it done and over with.
Draco laughed. Harry, who had not a clue what had just gone on, stood looking between the two, worrying his lip and his eyebrows arched in confusion.
"I've been at the Manor, Blaise. My mother is recovering from numerous infections, bruises, spell marks, and cuts. Dumbledore put the entire estate under a Unplottable charm, and I'm sure only let the post that was written directly to him or Snape through, in case some one sent something hurtful through the mail." Suddenly he turned serious. "You saw Weasel at a Meeting? What was he doing?" he stopped suddenly as a thought occurred to him. He eyed Blaise suspiciously. "More importantly, what were you doing there?"
Blaise barely moved his finger in the direction of his arm, a move so slight that Harry didn't notice it, but Draco did. One of those things you learn as a Death Eaters son.
Draco looked astonished, grabbed Blaise's arm and pulled the sleeve back. There, glistening ominously against Blaise's tan forearm, was the Mark.
"He forced me to get it." Blaise said, stealing a glance at Harry and hurriedly pulling his sleeve back down. "Dad. Took me to the Meeting right after we learned you had disappeared. Voldemort seemed to know what was happening at your house. Dad wanted to make sure I pledged my service to the Dark side before you could get a hold of me and try to get me to come over to the Good. I think Dad knew in a way, that I would have come willingly over to your side. I don't know. But there were a lot of younger people there, getting initiated." There was a sudden catch in Blaises breath, and Draco looked up at him. "What am I going to do, Draco? I don't want this." Blaise bit his lip and turned away to hide his tears from Draco.
"I don't know." Draco said softly, resting his hand of Blaise's shoulder, silently letting Blaise know he was there for him.
"You could…could join us." Harry said softly and slowly. "You still can. You'd have to talk to Dumbledore first, though. But, I'm sure he wouldn't say no, Zabini."
Blaise turned to Harry. "You don't understand. He-who-must-not-be-named knows all. He would know I was a traitor."
"Voldemort does not know everything, Zabini. Dumbledore knows more. He has a lot of ways to hide your real intentions from Voldemort. Trust me. Dumbledore has many spies in Voldemorts inner and outer circles. None of them have been caught yet." Harry said, setting his food down and stepping towards the two.
Draco, who noticed that Blaise looked a little skeptical, added, "Its true, Blaise. None of them have been caught. And unless one of them makes a huge blunder, Voldemort will never catch them."
Blaise considered what Draco and Harry said for awhile, before finally turning to Draco. He let out a deep breath, and said with a slight laugh, "I guess it is true, what they say about Harry Potter. He really does have a heart of gold, doesn't he? Keeps his mind open. Gives everyone a chance."
Draco chuckled and looked over at Harry who looked thunderstruck at just being complimented by the second most notorious Slytherin in all of Slytherin history. Draco being the first, of course. "That he is." Draco said. "That he is."
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