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"I'll start," Ron offered, trying to help his friend.
"Sure," Harry nodded, grateful.
"So, Zabini, have you and Malfoy been friends just since Hogwarts or longer?"
"We were raised together, womb to tomb," Blaise answered, crossing his legs and relaxing.
"What about you and Potter?"
"Just since First Year, we met on the Express," Ron said.
"Are you planning to become Aurors together?" Blaise asked.
"I'm going to go into Auror training, I don't know about Ron though."
"I may, I could also become a Medi-Wizard though. What about you and Malfoy?"
"I'm going into Medi-Wizard training and Draco is...what are you going to do Drake?"
"No idea, probably go A.W.O.L for a few years and then reemerge into the business scene as CEO of the Bad Faith Corporation," Malfoy shrugged.
"What's the Bad Faith Corporation?" Harry asked.
"Founded in 392 A. D. by Jaime Malfoy the second, originally a company that specialized in removal of dangerous magical creatures from wizard towns, it evolved into the single most powerful wizard-founded company in the world dealing in trade and relations between all forms of magic and non-magic persons or businesses," the blonde answered with a slight roll of his eyes. "I had to learn that when I was four."
"Why?"
"People were bound to ask what my family did for all our money, so Lucius wanted me to know that little summery." Malfoy shrugged again.
"Does your father run that company?"
"Gods no, my uncle does, Lucius' younger brother."
"You have uncles?"
"Of course, it's not like Malfoy's religiously restrict themselves to one child. It's common to see two or even three children on the family tree," Draco answered as if he was offended.
"What about you then? Do you have siblings?"
"Gods no, me?-siblings?"
"Then-"
"Look, Narcissa had one, me, it altered her figure, altered her wardrobe and restricted her habits and lifestyle. Why would she want to do that again?" Harry nodded and Ron did as well.
"How did your family manage with seven children?"
Ron raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "My dad always made just enough money to get by, and not all of us were ever in school at once, and Bill and Charlie and Percy all moved out and Fred and George will do that soon. It just sort of always managed to work."
"And Potter, I assume that larger youth downstairs was your cousin."
"Yes, that was Dudley, he's uhm...sort of a pain and a bully."
"So we'll bully him right back, laws of life Potter, don't stand down."
"That's a Malfoy law of life, a Zabini law of life is to back down when it's right but defend your ground when it's right," Blaise interjected.
"A Zabini's laws aren't nearly as brash and head strong as a Malfoy's," the blonde said with a smirk.
"Nor do Zabinis get involved in battle as often as Malfoys do," Blaise said in a know-it-all tone. Ron looked between them slowly.
"How did you two get to be such good friends?"
Blaise stopped and cast his eyes on Ron, almost suspiciously but in attempt not to be overtly so. "My mum, Victoria, is really good friends with Narcissa and they got pregnant at the same time, so they went through pregnancy together and all the little milestones. I was born about two weeks before Drake, and, when he was born, we ended up just sort of always being around each other. Same primary school, same youth Quidditch team, same hobbies."
"We think very much alike, though we are different in our morals and reasoning. It's like how twins always seem to know what the other is thinking, Blaise and I are like that as well," Malfoy put in. Ron nodded.
"Are you and Golden-Boy like that?"
"Don't call me that," Harry said with a frown.
"Why not?"
"I hate being the savior, it's stupid and it's not me," Harry said, crossing his arms in defiance.
Malfoy smirked. "The pawn has revolted and Dumbledore shall tremble in the fury of the used."
"Why are you so happy?"
"Don't you see? If you flip off Dumbledore and go anti-savior, it saves me from having to join the fucking Death Bingers and deliver you to the physco nymphomaniac. But, if you stop, I don't have to start. Neither does Blaise."
"You're talking as if you never wanted to be one." Ron said.
"Why would I want to mar my gorgeous skin with that ugly mark and kiss up to some nutter who got his ass kicked by a baby, and a Gryffindor at that?" Malfoy said in humor.
"So...what about your father?"
"Lucius can rant and rave as much as he wants, but it doesn't matter, I'm not joining," Draco said defiantly.
"Yes, Draco's never been much of one for cults."
"I am so in a cult."
"A fashion cult which is really just a knitting circle for rich people who want to talk about clothes all day."
"Knitting circles are for women," Malfoy corrected him.
"Oh, I know," Blaise said, smirking evilly.
"You mean little bugger, now I have to go rip out my heart and die on the floor," Malfoy stood and began to walk away.
"You are such a drama queen." Blaise called over the couch back. "Probably so, I feel kind of dirty from the flooing and the man handling. I'm going to shower and change, have some food ready for me," Malfoy left then. Blaise smirked and turned to the Gryffindors.
"He's never like that at school," Ron said.
"Yes he is, just never around you. It's why everyone likes him so much, he's got a good sense of humor and he's cute to boot," Zabini retorted.
"You think Malfoy is cute?"
"Everyone does, it's so obvious that, even though Potter has a fan-club, Draco's got the devotion of all the girls and, to be honest, a large number of the boys," Blaise said.
"It's strange to think people see him as anything other than a git."
"Well he is that too, it's just his pride really. People don't really pay attention to what he does, just how he looks."
"That must be annoying," Harry said.
"It is. He isn't a big fan of shallow women hurling themselves at him. Drake's got a lot to do before he graduates and what's more, he's got a lot to avoid."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he has to get at least betrothed to someone, but he has to avoid getting engaged to some ditzy thing from America, her name's like Samora and he despises the very thought of her. He' got to get good grades, but he has to avoid showing it off, it'll give women another excuse to throw themselves at him."
Ron nodded.
A moment later Malfoy bounded back into the room looking a deal cleaner. He seated himself next to Blaise and let out a gasp as if he'd just remembered something pivotal to the continuation of life.
"Guess what I found out?" Malfoy turned to Blaise.
"What?" Blaise responded with interest.
Malfoy rung the bell for the house-elf and ordered it bring two mugs of Irish coffee and a pack of Magic Black cigarettes. Malfoy flipped some white hair from his face as they waited the four seconds for the items to arrive.
"You remember how I went to lunch with Fluer during the shopping blitz in Paris, right?" Blaise nodded, "Who cannot have lunch with that girl while in Paris? Anyway, you remember Juan Cortez, right?" Blaise nodded again, "I found out that she and he are going together."
"What?" Blaise looked stunned.
"Of course I asked for how long, and it turns out they've been going for a month," Malfoy raised his eyebrows to emphasize as he lit a cigarette and inhaled.
"But he was-"
"All over Raj at her party a week ago? I know," Malfoy nodded, "So I told her, right? Turns out she hadn't had any idea, she walked right into the café, called him through the fire and dumped him in front of everyone. She screamed in at least four languages including the French dialect of Veela. Then we went over to a vintage spell-book shop, found a book of beauty charms with a shrinking spells mostly used for blemishes, and cast it with a transfer charm and you can guess what we shrank."
Blaise let out a small laugh and sipped his coffee. Malfoy smirked as well and made himself comfortable with his back against the arm of the couch. "While we were leaving, very smugly mind you, we ran into Helena Fudge and went to that club on 76th, Wild, it was loads of fun, especially since Fluer got smashing drunk and took home a girl," Malfoy smirked again.
Blaise allowed another small laugh before he stole Malfoy's cigarette and took a drag.
"What an interesting vacation Draco." Blaise smiled at his friend.
"It was."
What an interesting change in the Slytherin Prince. Harry though as he glanced over at Ron, who had a similar expression on his face.
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