Draco returned to the common room later that evening. He had spent most of his time in the library, working on unfinished assignments whilst gathering up some bit of his courage to go back. He hadn't even gone to lunch or dinner.

"Hey, Draco!" Pansy greeted excitedly as he entered the common room. She sprinted over and nearly knocked him over when she brought him into a tight hug. He fought not to push her off of him; she knew about his father just as well as Blaise did, after all.

"Where have you been?" she asked. Draco looked around the room to see that everyone but Blaise and Pansy were already up in their dorms. Blaise sat in the corner, leaning over a table looking at a piece of parchment.

"In the library," Draco answered quietly.

"Oh, why were you in there? It's the weekend," she said, "You don't usually go in there."

"Yes, I do."

Pansy finally let go of him and took a step away. He could tell that something was bothering her, but she wasn't going to tell him about it anytime soon. He sighed and turned around, walking over to the couch to sit down lazily upon it. "You haven't noticed that I've been going there a lot lately, or working on homework in here."

She glanced down at the ground, looking guilty. "I'm sorry, Draco."

He didn't say anything. After a few silent minutes passed between them, he glanced up to watch her move over to the couch to sit beside him. "It's just that you've been awfully distant with us."

"I don't see the fun in talking about the same things we normally do," Draco replied quickly, "It's getting old."

"That's the thing... this really isn't how you ac..." Pansy started to talk, but was interrupted by another visitor. Blaise sauntered his way over, positioning himself comfortably between the two of them.

"Hello, what are you both chatting about?" He asked interestedly. Draco frowned, but quickly stopped when the boy looked at him.

"Oh Blaise," Pansy said, sounding tired, "Nothing. Just asking where he was."

"Oh really? Where were you?" Blaise questioned curiously.

"I was in the library," Draco stated dully. "Doing homework."

"Ah, I see," Blaise drawled. A smirk crossed over his face then, and Draco noticed the feeling of a hand coming to rest on his leg. He closed his eyes for a few moments, swallowing back the instant uneasy feeling rising in his stomach, and opened his eyes again. Blaise was looking at Pansy. "Well, shouldn't you be off to bed?"

Pansy gave Blaise an odd look before she seemed to change her mind and stand up. "Yes, I suppose I should get to bed. I'll see you both tomorrow. We can walk to breakfast together." She smiled and then turned around to make her way up to the girl's dorms. Blaise watched after her until she was out of sight.

Draco wished she hadn't left at all. Now that he thought about it, she seemed to be the only company in this house that he didn't mind having around. Besides, something about the way Blaise was acting toward him was making him regret having stayed seated when he had come over. And something else bothered him; like Blaise had wordlessly told Pansy that it was time for her to go.

"So, Draco," Blaise said from his side. Draco snapped out of the gaze he had positioned on the girl's staircase. The boy was smirking at him. "Were you really at the library that entire time?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Draco answered calmly.

Blaise searched his expression for a few moments before deciding that it was a waste of his time. Draco covered his emotions quite easily when he was determined to, which happened to be the case at the present moment.

"Well..." Blaise said, drawing out the word, "Want to have a bit of fun?"

Draco's gaze flickered to one of uneasiness again, but then snapped back into that blank state. He knew what Blaise meant by that, and he wondered why the boy hadn't bloody gotten the idea that he wasn't gay. But if he wanted...

"What sort of fun?"

"You don't know?"

The pale Slytherin felt that hand move further up along his leg. He felt a shiver coming on. Slowly, he leaned forward, placing his hand over the other boy's and pushing it gently away. "You should ask before you touch." He narrowed his eyes at him.

Blaise smirked again. God, that smirk was getting irritating. "Can I then?"

Draco stared at him until he thought he was ready for anything that was coming. If Blaise were to do things to him, it couldn't be bad. He wouldn't hurt him.

At least... Draco hoped so. He swallowed silently for a second time. "Okay."

Blaise seemed absolutely delighted that the boy said it was fine. Draco knew that if he'd said no, Blaise would've threatened him with a letter to his father anyway. It didn't seem fair, and he hadn't expected to run into a situation like this on the same day the plan was made.

He felt hands feel their way up his legs again. Things started moving incredibly fast. Draco's eyes gradually closed before Blaise leaned forward and pressed his lips against his. It didn't take long for Draco to start thinking of being somewhere else... or with someone else. Something about this didn't feel right at all, and not just because Blaise happened to be a boy.

Draco felt himself being pushed backward, his head tilting back against the arm of the couch. His eyes fluttered open as he felt Blaise move forward, his legs straddling either side of his waist. Hands began running up and down the front of his chest as Blaise ran his tongue over his lips. Draco didn't part his lips until he felt the other boy press hard against him; he let out a small sound in the back of his throat.

Soon the other boy's hands started edging their way beneath his shirt; he was distracting Draco by the slow movement of his hips. Draco's breathing was beginning to quicken again. When Blaise parted from the kiss every few seconds, Draco took in a quick breath of air; he was beginning to feel hot and flustered.

"What changed your mind, hm?" Blaise asked, also sounding a bit breathless. He began to trace his hands along Draco's bare chest, while licking lightly down his neck. Draco let out another soft moan, tilting his head further back. His hips arched up against Blaise, earning a startled sound from the other boy. By now, Draco was grasping tightly onto Blaise's shoulders.

Through all of this, neither of them noticed the soft sound of footsteps coming down from one of the dorm stairwells. Blaise returned to kissing Draco fervently, which caused another vulnerable whimper to leave him. His body arched forward again, not being able to help the need to grind up against the other boy.

"Blaise?" Someone asked in a whisper, their tone startled.

Instantly, as if the common sense in Draco's mind had snapped back into place, he shoved Blaise roughly off of him, which sent him falling onto the floor.

There was a groan from below Draco, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He was hoping that whomever had said Blaise's name hadn't noticed him. The couch hid him; at least it did until the person decided to walk around it. Maybe pushing Blaise off hadn't been a good idea.

"What are you doing?" The person asked again. Draco finally recognized it as being Pansy. "Who's... um... with you?"

Blaise sat up quickly, sending Draco a glare from where he was sitting on the floor. He glanced upward to look at the person behind the couch. "Uh.. hey Pansy. No one's with me."

"Then who's breathing like that?" Pansy asked skeptically. It sounded like she had an idea of who it could be, but really didn't want to think about it.

"Me?" Blaise replied sheepishly. He stood up, brushing himself off. "I was... er... doing things."

Slowly, the boy made his way back over to where Draco was lying motionlessly. He sat on the couch on his knees, enough so that he wasn't hitting Draco, and leaned over the couch with one arm so that he could look over at Pansy. The other hand covered Draco's mouth in order to keep him from making any more noise. Draco had an urge to bite at it.

"So, why are you up? Weren't you in bed?" Blaise questioned innocently.

"I was hearing things down here," Pansy said sharply, "Maybe you should keep it down. You think that people can't hear you?"

"Oh... sorry." Blaise grinned.

All of a sudden, Pansy stepped forward to where Blaise was sitting. His expression, for a moment, turned to one of panic, before he was pushed backward again. He tumbled back onto the floor. "Ow, what the hell, Pansy?" Draco looked quickly down at him.

Then the next thing Draco saw was Pansy leaning over the couch. She looked down at him with an angry expression before looking back at Blaise. "I knew it!" She looked to Draco again. He felt deeply humiliated, not to mention regretting what he allowed Blaise to do. "Why!" She asked loudly.

"Why what?" Blaise piped up, now pushing himself up from the ground again. He looked quite annoyed at having been pushed onto the floor for the second time.

"Why would you do... this?" She frowned.

Blaise shrugged. Draco fought back a sigh and pushed himself up into a sitting position. He hid his head in his hands, wishing that he could just tell Pansy what was really going on. He'd let them solve this; he honestly didn't want to have anything to do with it, even though he was in the middle of it.

"We wanted to?" Blaise finally suggested.

"You know that Draco doesn't want this, Blaise! What's your problem!" Pansy looked ready to cry, and it made Draco glance quickly up at her. She really did look angry.

"I don't have problems! He let me!"

"That's because you forced him to not have any other choice!"

"That's not true! Tell her, Draco! I did no such thing!"

Draco stayed silent until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked over at Blaise. He had a feeling that if he said Blaise did do such a thing, it wouldn't go well on his part. He bit his lip, then nodded at Pansy. "I didn't mind."

Pansy watched him intently, until Draco saw her eyes welling up. As if she couldn't express how upset she was, she stomped her foot on the ground. "Fine. But this just isn't right! I know it isn't!" She turned around and rushed back into her room before she could say anything else; it looked as though she'd wanted to.

When she was gone, Blaise gave a relieved sigh. "That was close."

When Draco didn't respond, Blaise shook one of his shoulders. "You okay?"

"I have to go to sleep now..." Draco said quietly. He stood up slowly, his head down.

"Oh, okay. Well I guess we can do that." Blaise looked somewhat disappointed, but Draco was thankful that the boy didn't try anything else on their way up to their dorm.

He didn't sleep at all well that night.