The idea of this conversation happening just seemed funny to me. I know that it's rough around the edges so please be kind. Well, kinder than Draco was to Blaise.

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Unbelievable

"So?" He watched the blonde's hair try to move with the wind blowing through the stands off the pitch.

"So, what?" was the answer.

"That's all you're going to say?" His eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Well, Blaise, what would you like to me say?"

He set his Nimbus down and watched his grey-eyed friend turn to look at him.

"Oh, I don't know. How about… Hey Blaise, I'm gay and have a thing for gingers. Or how about… Hey Blaise, don't come in here I'm currently giving my secret boyfriend a blowjob…. But then again you could have said… Hey Blaise, I'm sorry for using your bed to DO DIRTY THINGS ON WHILE YOUR GONE!"

"Look, I know your little upset…"

"UPSET!" he cut him off, "Draco I'm well beyond a little UPSET!"

"I know I should have told you about us, but really, who would have believed it." his longtime friend rolled his eyes as he continued, "Seriously, I think you're making too much out of this."

He shook his head, "Do I wish you would have told me about you and Weasley? Yes, because you're my friend and it wouldn't have mattered. But, Draco, whether you told me or not, you should have at least had the common decency to use your own bed."

The blonde nodded his head and then tipped it sideways as if he were contemplating whether to say the next words or not. "Um… Blaise?"

He had a bad feeling about whatever was going to come out of his best friends' mouth. "Yeah?" he apprehensively answered anyways.

"You weren't really fond of the pillow you use, were you?"

The stunned look on his face must have worried Draco, because he then deemed it necessary to quickly keep going, "Because if you were, then I'd need to apologize for that too. Um… as well as get you a new one."

He didn't know what to say. He did know that he didn't want to know what happened to his pillow. So, he couldn't fathom why the next question passed over his lips. "Draco, what happened to my pillow?"

He watched him scrunch up his nose then glance over at him, "Before or after the hole was bitten into it?"

Trying to get his head around the fact that things were done both before and after a hole was bitten into his pillow, Blaise couldn't seem to do anything but sit there and blink. The only thing that his brain could come up with was…. 'Unbelievable.'