Every day we would meet near the commons area stairs, and silently walk with each other to the old dried fountains outside. We would sit on the edge and tell each other about our days and talk about total nonsense. Not very Malfoy like, which is what I liked about it.
One day he sat on the edge of the pool and I sat on the ground between his legs. I had a horrible day; Potter had thrown something into my cauldron, making it explode over everything. When I had gone to change, I found that all my other robes were dirty, so I had to walk around all day smelling of festering potion.
Belial carefully removed my soiled robe and placed it on the edge in a neatly folded pile. As I sat between his legs and told him about my day, he rubbed my shoulders very slowly, but applied a lot of pressure. It felt so good that I just stopped talking and let him carress the back of my neck. His fingers were so warm and worked my tense muscles with a nice, gentle force. I had to actually supress a moan.
"Hey faggots! PDA is banned in this school!"
We turned to see the Weasel coming at us, detention slips in hand. I tensed, but Belial held me down and continued to work my shoulders. By now Weasly was right to us, scribbling on his detention slip pad furiously. He handed a single slip to us and scampered away.
"Hmm, how convenient." Belial said, looking at the scribbled note.
"What?" I asked, standing up to read over his shoulder. The note had the detention signed up with Snape. Snape always let me use his detention time to study, meaning I was left completely alone in the classroom. Well, with Belial serving it with me, I wouldn't be completely alone.
That's when it hit me; I wasn't completely alone anymore. I had a friend who would actually listen to me, and who seemed to know exactly how I was feeling and how to deal with it. For that I silently thanked Belial.
-Note: Chapters will get longer later on-