Blaise was waiting for him as he entered the dorm. Draco shut the door before he turned around, and nearly had a heart attack when he did. Blaise was laying back on his bed, hands propped behind his head, as if he had been expecting him.

"Welcome back," Blaise drawled.

Draco kept still while gazing over at the boy. Distractedly, he licked his lips, becoming aware of a pair of eyes roaming over him, probably taking in his ruffled appearance. He had wet hair, disheveled clothes, and a flushed face.

"What have you been up to?" Blaise questioned, eyebrows rising.

"Nothing," Draco replied happily. He smiled a bit and began to make his way over.

"Nothing?" Blaise repeated doubtfully.

"Yep." Draco shed himself of his cloak and scarf before draping himself over Blaise. He grinned seductively as his face hovered over the other boy.

"I see... well it smells like you've been drinking."

"That's correct." Draco smirked. He moved against the boy in a rather suggestive way, before leaning down to press his lips over Blaise's own.

Blaise certainly responded well. He delved deeper into the kiss, his hands stretching over his head to grasp at the sides of the headboard. He pushed up against Draco, letting out a satisfied moan.

They only parted from the kiss when Draco felt it was time to breath. He smirked again, "Liking this?" He just about purred while looking down at Blaise. The boy nodded slowly, breathless.

"Good," Draco said, his tone suddenly sharper, "Because that's the last you'll ever get out of me." In one swift movement, he pushed himself upward, making sure to drive one knee in between Blaise's legs. The boy let out a loud, startled yelp as Draco clumsily climbed the remaining distance off the bed.

The pale Slytherin glared down at the boy huddled sideways on the bed as soon as he was standing. He saw that one of Blaise's hands was clutching the spot Draco had aimed for. He was moaning and cursing beneath his breath. "Damn it, Draco! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I hope that was as painful as I was hoping it to be," Draco said calmly. He backed up slowly, far enough from Blaise so that he knew he'd see the boy's next move; if he made one, that was.

In the meantime, Draco took out his wand, trying to recall a spell that could make him feel a bit better. The headache from earlier was returning, along with a slightly nauseous feeling to add onto the dizziness. But no spells came to him; his mind seemed to be crowded with other things.

Blaise had regained his composure enough to get up off the bed a minute or so later. He stood facing Draco, glaring icily at him. "You're a bastard," he shot out angrily.

"Oh, I am?" Draco replied, acting completely unruffled by the comment. He collapsed onto one of the other beds, making sure he was sitting up with a good view of Blaise.

"Yes. You have no idea what you just did."

"If this is about you going to write my father to tell him how I'm not snogging you anymore, then save it."

Blaise opened his mouth, but Draco continued talking. It seemed he had a lot more to say. "Did you even tell him what you're doing to me? He doesn't even want me to be gay. Or were you just going to tell him I was being too 'good' whenever I do something you don't like? That way either yourself or him can try and convert me back?"

The other boy narrowed his eyes furiously. Draco didn't pay much attention to it. He wore a haughty, uncaring expression. "You know, if I were to write and say what you're doing, he'd most likely come up here and rape you instead. Sound fun?"

Draco stared intently at Blaise then, with something liken to fury burning in his eyes.

Finally, Blaise seemed to be able to speak. "You're a liar! Your father asked me to take care of you! He'd never do that! I'm helping him! I'm helping us!"

"You're stupid to believe him, then."

"I know why you're going against your father, Draco." Blaise's eyes narrowed.

"Tell me," Draco replied, blankly curious.

"It's your mother. She got sick because of your father leaving, and you started thinking it was all his fault that you don't have anyone left to take care of you!"

Draco snorted, "He told you that?"

"Yes, it's given you the idea that maybe the good side is a better bloody choice!"

"That doesn't explain why you've been screwing around with me!" Draco suddenly shouted. His fists clenched at his sides, his glare boring a hole through the floor. He'd finally snapped.

"Is your taking advantage of me helping me get back onto the dark side? Do you even know? How are you sure that I'm not on the dark side already?"

Blaise took a step forward, but Draco quickly reacted and stood up, shoving the boy roughly away from him. The boy was caught off guard and fell onto the floor.

"Draco... I..." He started nervously.

"Just shut the hell up! Not if you're going to tell me why you've been using me as your bloody sex toy!"

"I... it's not..."

"Do you have any idea that my father rapes me as punishment!" Draco exclaimed angrily.

Blaise's eyes widened. "No..."

"WELL HE DOES! And all you do is make my problems worse! I'll be on the bloody dark side if you both just stop! Okay, you just tell him that!" With that, Draco stormed his way past the shocked Blaise and out of the dorm, the door slamming shut behind him.

Angry tears were building up in his eyes as he stumbled through the common room. He had to pick himself up as he tripped once, falling onto his hands and knees. When he did get himself upright again, he saw Pansy and a few other girls from Slytherin standing at the entrance of the common room. They were staring at him.

"Draco... what's wrong?" Pansy asked gingerly. Her voice was shaking. Draco could tell she was worried, but he didn't want to see anyone at the moment. That was... no one except Harry.

Without answering her, he strode his way past them and out into the corridor. He was running as fast he could to where he thought the Gryffindor common room was, feeling blind to everything else around him.

"Malfoy!" Someone called loudly. Draco kept running. "Malfoy!" They repeated, louder that time.

Draco whipped around, feeling his legs give way beneath him. He heard someone running over.
"Oh god... Malfoy. I'm sorry. I forgot that Blaise could've been in there... I wouldn't have left you..."

Harry kneeled down beside Draco, who was sitting on his knees, his hands covering his face in an attempt to keep from showing how upset he was.

"I want to stay with you," Draco choked out quietly, "Please, I can't go back there again."