Disclaimer: Own no part of the Harry Potter franchise. Own story. Me Jane. Tarzan is in South Padre, missing me. (Oh yeah, and the song Blaise and Draco keep referring to is 'Ugly' by Bubba Sparxxx…don't ask me why, I just re-watched Thirteen, and the movie they keep referring to is "Alfie", starring Michael Caine).


Eton Boys

Volume Two


21 November 2001

Blaise-

Where am I staying?

Draco


22 November 2001

Draco-

I booked all of us rooms at the Three Broomsticks before all the horndogs booked afternoon hourlys. Ah, I remember your gracious gift of the Prefect's Bathroom. Mucho appreciado.

Blaise


22 November 2001

Blaise-

What is this strange language you speak in, heathen?

Draco

P.S. When can I check in? All this food is driving me crazy.


22 November 2001

Draco-

Friday morning. Always knew you had an eating disorder.

Blaise

P.S. Don't speak no other languages… Merlin. You know you've dated a real Muggle when…

P.P.S. You know, one of these days we're going to have to bother to use our fires.


22 November 2001

Blaise-

I don't understand gluttony is all. I'm on my way.

Draco

P.S. Cause I'm a fuckin legend, and this is gettin ugly…yes, Cabot made me listen to it too and I'm surprised to say I love it.

P.P.S. No need, when we can write clever notes quickly


22 November 2001

Draco-

By the way, ran into your Cabot whilst shopping for your birthday present in London last week. Is it possible that she can be more orange than an Oompa Loompa?

Blaise


22 November 2001

Blaise-

What the fuck is an Oompa Loompa?

Draco

P.S. Am here. When will you be?

P.P.S. What would Cabot be doing in England? She's an American. She doesn't speak anything else.


24 November 2001

Draco-

Where the fuck am I?

Blaise


24 November 2001

Blaise-

Alright, this owl business is getting ridiculous. Why aren't I stopping it? Well…I know why I'm writing this one: to remind you how ridiculously drunk you were last night. You did the Hustle with Tracey Davis last night, and she told us how she bleaches her mustache. Damn am I glad I went sober after waking up one morning and discovering Cabot in my bed.

Draco


28 November 2001

Draco-

You have no idea how much I'm grinning right now, merely because this weekend was excellent. Last I saw of you, you were still at the Three Broomsticks. When are you going back to the States?

Blaise


29 November 2001

Blaise-

As soon as Cabot figures out how to bombard me with owls. She's such a fucking nag.

Draco


1 December 2001

Draco-

Still here?

Blaise


2 December 2001

Blaise-

Yes, why?

Draco


2 December 2001

Draco-

Having Christmas party on Saturday. You should come.

Blaise


3 December 2001

Blaise-

Come to think of it, I don't ask you much about your personal life. All I know is that you were into Frecks for a minute. I guess it's just natural for me to assume you don't have a social life.

Draco


4 December 2001

Draco-

Thank you? Well, I had a date with Bleachy about a week ago. Did you let me agree to something whilst I was drunk? That's not very best mate-y.

Blaise


5 December 2001

Blaise-

Arrrrr. I'm a pirate! …Sorry. How'd it go?

Draco


6 December 2001

Draco-

I'm calling her Bleachy. Draw your own conclusions.

Blaise


6 December 2001

Blaise-

Has that been the highlight since Frecks?

Draco

P.S. What time is this party of yours, how long should I expect to be there, where is it exactly, is there a dress code, are gifts required? You know…if you'd obliged me with an actual invitation, you'd have avoided this barrage.


7 December 2001

Draco-

There was nothing with Frecks. Just a little crush. 7:00 PM, my place, maybe until Sunday afternoon (I've no idea, Malfie), casual but please don't pull a rolled-out-of-bed routine, no gifts required but much appreciated. And don't be so whiny.

Blaise


7 December 2001

Blaise-

I've half a mind not to come with the way you're insulting me.

Draco


7 December 2001

Draco-

You were only right about the former part of your sentence.

No, really, come. Frecks'll be there. Then you can prove you're still a brat.

Blaise


8 December 2001

Blaise-

Just so you know, I'm going to walk away quite the ladies' man from all of this.

Draco


9 December 2001

Draco-

Nice touch. Did you purchase an entire bouquet merely so you could innocently present Frecks with one?

Blaise


10 December 2001

Blaise-

No, of course not!

Draco

P.S. Maybe just a little bit.

P.P.S I take that back.

P.P.P.S. I really, really take that back.


11 December 2001

Draco-

Awww, Malfie has a crush on Frecks.

Blaise


14 December 2001

Blaise-

I don't have a crush and I'm back in the States to force Cabot to return the engagement ring she's purchase for herself.

Draco


15 December 2001

Draco-

Ouch. Good luck with that and I told Frecks you have a crush on her.

Blaise


16 December 2001

Blaise-

Like I don't have anything else to worry about; my best mate is spreading maliciously untrue rumors about me across England!

…what'd she say?

Draco


17 December 2001

Draco-

Since I didn't tell her, I don't know.

You're such a drama queen.

What's the deal with Cabot now?

Blaise


18 December 2001

Blaise-

"I've never told her that I love her - except at those times when you've got to say something for appearance's sake."

Draco

P.S. MUGGLES! AH!


19 December 2001

Draco-

What's that from?

Blaise


20 December 2001

Blaise-

A "movie" by the name of Alfie. Your little nickname made me think of it.

Draco

P.S. It's very fitting for the both of us—well, me at least.


21 December 2001

Draco-

Why had you seen it in the first place? Cabot, I assume? And, why does it fit "you at least"?

Blaise


22 December 2001

Blaise-

"You know what? When I look back on my little life and the birds I've known, and think of all the things they've done for me and the little I've done for them, you'd think I've had the best of it along the line. But what have I got out of it? I've got a bob or two, some decent clothes, a car, I've got me health back and I ain't attached. But I ain't got me peace of mind - and if you ain't got that, you ain't got nothing. I dunno. It seems to me if they ain't got you one-way they've got you another. So what's the answer? That's what I keep asking myself - what's it all about? Know what I mean?"

Draco

P.S. Coming home for Christmas. With Cabot. Joy.


23 December 2001

Draco-

Where are you staying?

Blaise


24 December 2001

Blaise-

Three Broomsticks. Ashamed to be seen with her otherwise. Do visit, I think I might have to dump her on Boxing Day. She won't understand it.

Draco


24 December 2001

Draco-

You are a Grim. Good luck and happy Christmas.

Blaise


24 December 2001

Blaise-

Ditto. Additionally, I hope you like your present.

Draco


24 December 2001

Draco-

You too. Oh, and your belated birthday present is on its way, apologies. I got swamped with work for a while.

Blaise


27 December 2001

Blaise-

Enjoyable gift. Wherever did you locate it? I spend most of my evenings alone turning it upside down over and over again. Oh and your Christmas present, although more dignified, was enjoyed as well.

Draco


28 December 2001

Draco-

Alone? Sad story. Oh, and our fascination with Muggle things can be attributed to your present…our little obsessions might have to come out of the closet, mate.

Blaise

P.S. Enjoyed your dignified present as well.


29 December 2001

Blaise-

Never use the phrase "come out of the closet" with me again. We're two attractive, well-dressed men whose correspondence may be intercepted. I don't want another rumor spread around to Frecks that simply isn't true.

Draco

P.S. I'm reading rumors that I'm marrying Cabot over New Year's. Strange, considering I dumped her a few days ago. Want to come to a party at the Standard in Dublin?


30 December 2001

Draco-

Certainly. I suppose this will be a well-publicized but subtle response to the rumor?

Blaise

P.S. Oh, concerned now about how you appear to Frecks? Will have to tell her.


31 December 2001

Blaise-

Meet me at the Manor tomorrow night at 6 for an early dinner, and yes, this will do nicely.

Draco

P.S. Empty threats.


2 January 2002

Blaise-

What the fuck are you doing? I've received an owl from the Ministry of Magic asking me to attend a ball and it has Weasley set up all over it. I demand that you tell me what you told her!

Draco


4 January 2002

Draco-

Payback for letting me agree to a date with Bleachy. Not much, just that you're more agreeable, which she figured out at my Christmas party anyway. Oh, and that you're in England. When are you returning to work?

Blaise


6 January 2002

Blaise-

Arrrr.

Draco

P.S. I've been transferred "mysteriously" back home. Do me a favor and look for a couple of penthouses in London through your mum or someone.


7 January 2002

Draco-

Am very busy and important. Cannot do so.

Blaise

P.S. There's a place like the one I visited you at while you were at the Standard. I've booked it for you and I sent the address to your secretary. Glad you're coming home.


8 January 2002

Blaise-

Thank you. Glad as well. Looking forward to Ministry Ball.

Draco

P.S. By "mysteriously" I meant…not so mysteriously because I think I'm being set up with Frecks.


12 January 2002

Draco-

Why would anyone do that, let alone Percival I. Weasley, all-too-busy Minister of Magic?

Blaise


13 January 2002

Blaise-

Because Percy Weasley is a closet pureblood. Penthouse-warming after-party Friday night…or rather, Saturday morning, 2 AMish. Old crowd from Eton and maybe whomever I can rope in from the ball.

Draco


14 January 2002

Draco-

…Wait, is Malfie referring to closets?

Blaise


15 January 2002

Blaise-

Shut it you.

Draco


To be continued…

Up next: Cabot reenters Draco and Blaise's lives with a vengeance, and Ginny Weasley is discussed a bit more seriously.