Chapter 14:

In Which Blaise and Draco Have a Talk

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Draco sighed and continued to pace around the Slytherin common room. It was 4:16 in the morning, far past curfew and Blaise was out probably gallivanting around with that…Gryffindor.

After what seemed like hours, the portrait swung open and a certain raven-haired boy attempted to inconspicuously climb in. Twas not to be…

"Blaise! Where have you been? Do you have any idea what time it is? Or how worried I was? What- just what would have happened if you were cornered by a bunch of rabid Hufflepuffs or something? What then? Huh, what-"

Blaise silenced the hysterical boy with a muttered "silencio" and went to sit in a nearby chair.

"I know you're upset Draco, but really, I'm fine. See," he extended his arm toward the blonde. "No bites from rabies-infested Hufflepuffs. Good night." And with that, he rose while stifling a yawn and trudged toward the stairs.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot." Blaise pivoted and held up his wand again. "Finite Incantatem."

Draco smirked and eyed Blaise's disheveled state, "It's not the Hufflepuffs I'm worried about. Gryffindors can be," he paused for suspense, "feisty."

Freezing in his tracks Blaise decided that Draco was a nosy git. After this vital decision, he turned and felt one eyebrow rise on its own accord.

"Interesting word choice, though I don't know quite what you mean."

Draco grinned, the smile resembling a leer. "Of course you do. Granger…"

He led the other boy to a sofa, "I've been hearing some rather disturbing things about the two of you. Naturally I didn't believe, but certain circumstances," he drawled remembering his vision, "convinced me otherwise."

Blaise smiled coldly at Draco, "Of what am I being accused?"

"Fraternizing with the enemy, a mudblood nonetheless!"

Blaise stiffened and clenched his fists. Knuckles turning white from the pressure he stood and glared at Draco.

"What I do with my time is none of your concern; I refuse to follow your rules of social hierarchy any longer."

He strode quickly up the stairs, pausing mid-step half way up at Draco's voice.

"Alright, we still on for chess tomorrow at two?"

Blaise softened at the quasi-innocent voice and nodded, "I'm black."

Up in his dormitory, Blaise pondered his life while listening to the deep-breathing and/or snoring of his fellow classmates.

'Hmmm…tonight was interesting to say the least. Why in the bloody hell did I-'

But his thoughts were cut off as he dropped off into a deep slumber, one that even a Dreamless Sleep potion could not rival.

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