Disclaimer: Once again, I do not nor did I ever own Harry Potter, Ron, Fred or George or Bill Weasley, Sirius Black, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Severus Snape, not even at least Seamus or Dean… Lonely, I'm Mrs. Lonely, I have nobody to call my own…
Warnings: I changed my mind about sexual content (don't worry, they're not going to the nuns). Hints only, but beware the spoilers for HBP.
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2. Blaise
He woke up in a room as white as snow. He sat up and looked around. Blaise was sitting there on a chair, and his eyes were shut. He was sleeping and Draco got the feeling, that his friend sat there for a very long time before finally letting sleep take over. He stretched his hand and gave his friend a poke. Blaise suddenly woke up and at the sight of his blonde friend he smiled widely.
"Darn you, Draco, I thought you were a goner!"
"You know me..what doesn't kill me makes me stronger," laughed Draco.
"Yeah... I see that..." mumbled Blaise and at that moment Draco noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. His muscles were nicely shaped and full, unlike Blaise's, who was never into sports. But his face was much handsomer than Draco's and his body was nicely lined, so he would have no problems finding a girl, muscles or no muscles. However, Blaise didn't really like most girls and only now Draco realised Blaise stared at him for longer than he should.
"Blaise... what's up?" he asked smiling. He knew no girl could resist him, but boys...
"Many things you don't want to hear about," said Blaise in a confused voice. "I haven't been feeling like myself lately."
"Who were you feeling like then?" asked Draco with his usual smirk. Blaise took a deep breath and then shoke his head.
"Not sure."
"That's ok, Blaise..." pured Draco and put his hand on his friend's knee. He noticed Blaise's eyes widen and it confirmed his suspicions. "It's ok to be gay." Blaise gasped.
"I'm not...why would you...what the hell?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"I kind of like you too, but... you see, I just find out I like some girl too and..."
"Draco, I'm not gay!" shouted Blaise and Draco fell silent at once. "I just... I don't know how you can act so friendly toward me, when I'm keeping secrets from you!" Now it was Draco's time to gasp.
"You've been keeping things from me? Weren't we supposed to be friends!" he asked fiercely. "And if you're not gay, why were you eying me just before?"
"Because I'm bloody jealous of you!" They both fell silent.
"You always look cool, you get all the best girls, make them faint at the bare sight of you and I just don't know how to do that and I want...this girl... so much..." Blaise stammered.
"I thought you didn't like any Slytherins..." said Draco quietly, not wanting to comment and admit to Blaise, that he too was slightly jealous of the raven haired boy, who's eyes were as deep as a well and could make girls shiver if he looked at them suggestively.
"She's not Slytherin," answered Blaise. "But I've liked her since forever and I never... I could never admit it to you..."
"Why?" asked Draco with suspicion in his voice.
"You don't really...how should I say... respect her kind..." said Blaise hoarsely and coughed.
"Her kind?"
"She...she's a muggleborn." Draco stopped at the impossible thought that just spilt all across his brain.
"Who is she?"
"Hermione Granger."