OMFG I AM BACK. Sorry for such a long delay, I've been super busy. Christmas, then I went to Mexico, and then I had exams. Bleh. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Oh, and for this chapter, there are scenes of light... BlaisexDraco. I know you readers are like: WHUT????? IT'S H/D!!!!
I know, lol. I couldn't help it. My Blaise is pathetic. *Hugs Blaise* But it will deffinetly be H/D.
Disclaimer: I do not make any claims on anything but the idea for this story... and a couple of my OC characters that will eventually be brought in to this story.
Warnings: There will be HPDM slash. As in BoyxBoy love. Don't like it, don't read it. Also, I will be adding a couple (one in the least) OC characters to this story, But rest assured, none will be Mary Sues or Gary Sues, okay? Oh, and some things in the later chapters could be taken as incest (Not between close relatives!!! Ewww! More like cousins). It's not really incest, but some people might take it as incest.
The room seemed to still.
Draco watched, as if in slow motion, as Regulus made his way towards his table.
Step, step, step.
Draco's ears were burning, all sound blocked out by the never ending footsteps. He stood stock still, unable to look away, to move, yet wanting, yearning, to run, run, run, as far as he could.
Regulus sat down on the bench, right in front of the terrified blond who seemed unable to look the new Slytherin in the eyes. The Slytherins, finally noticing their "Ice Prince's" silence, quickly focused on the interaction between the two.
A hush fell over Slytherin, and for once, they were all silent.
Draco slowly lifted his eyes from his plate, and slowly locked gazes with the other grey eyed boy. The tension at the least favoured table raised several notches.
Draco felt the weight of all their scrutinising eyes somewhat distantly.
The blond felt odd. He gazed into the eyes of his own cousin, the boy he had supposedly killed, and felt something come over him.
He was losing himself in mirror grey eyes, drowning in their clouded depths. The other boy kept the same icy mask that they all wore, his entire family wore.
Draco felt himself falling. Falling, falling, drowning.
That is, until Crabbe, in his rush for the large gravy boat, knocked over the pumpkin juice container. The sticky contents spilt all over the table, and the spell broke away with the tension. The other Slytherins' attentions where drawn away from their previous focuses. Draco turned to berate his large oaf of a friend.
When the Slytherins returned to their normal conversations, Draco chanced a glance at his cousin, but the other boy, to his relief, was already being accosted by Pansy. The blond could have kissed her, if that thought hadn't repulsed him so much.
"Oy, Draco, can you pass the raspberry jam, mate?" Goyle asked. Draco sighed at his lack of manners, and passed it to him.
*
The common room was noisy, and Draco wanted to get away.
He wanted to get away from the guilt of seeing his cousin alive and laughing with all his friends, away from Pansy's questions, away from Blaise's simpering looks. He needed to get out of here.
He silently climbed the steps to his room, praying no one followed. No one did.
The room was quiet and soothing to the blond. All the green-clothed beds were aligned around the room. The dancing flames of the candles cast shadows about the dorm.
Draco made his way to his bed, and pulled back his covers. He crawled into bed, not bothering to change. He was too tired, exhausted from the aftershock of the events that had taken place earlier before. The blond reached up and pulled the rope that held his bed curtains, and they fell around the bed. He then doused the lights with a wave f his wand, and collapsed into a deep sleep.
*
The hallways were dark, and the candles that hung upon the walls flickered until they were only buds of the flames they once were. A chill passed through Draco.
He stepped quickly, his pace increasing until he was almost jogging. The cobblestones under his feet echoed with every step. The hallway seemed never-ending.
Draco tripped.
A dark chuckle behind him made the blond turn. There, almost completely obscured by the darkness, stood his supposed-to-be-deceased cousin.
"Draco, where do you think you're going? You cannot run; it's no use," Regulus sneered, "Give in, surrender."
Draco tried to stand and run, but his legs felt like lead. He tried to claw his way up the cold, stone wall, but his arms were paralyzed, and oh Merlin, Regulus was coming closer. Why couldn't he move? The blond tried to scream, but his mouth felt like it was filling with water. He was chocking and crying.
He shut his eyes firmly, wishing-praying- for it to be over.
He felt a weight surrounding him.
*
Draco awoke with the feeling of a weight pressing him down unto his mattress. He tried let out a shrill scream, and struggled violently against his oppressor.
"Draco! Draco, wake up! It's just me!" a clearly disgruntled Blaise said, struggling to keep Draco calm.
Draco stopped his struggle, and tensed up. He opened his eyes, and blinked until his tears were gone. The blond looked up at his friend, and sometimes lover, and blinked in confusion.
"Blaise?" Draco asked, voice cracking from the screams he had let out, "Blaise, why are you in my bed?"
Blaise released the blond and sat up. Draco visibly relaxed and turned over to stare at the other boy, sitting across from him. He rubbed his wrist; they stung from being clutched tightly.
Draco examined his friend.
Blaise was hunched over, dark hair falling over his eyes. He was focusing on the bed sheets, and the silence was killing Draco.
The blond sat up, shaking a bit from the effort. He reached over slowly, and touched the side of his friend's cheek lightly.
Blaise grabbed his hand suddenly, holding it so hard that Draco almost winced. What was going on? Draco was confused.
"Draco," Blaise's voice was husky from sleep, "what's wrong with you? Why were you so...? Why don't you tell me what's going on?"
The dark haired Slytherin pulled the blond to his chest, and clutched him tightly. He shut his eyes and wished that he could hold Draco forever.
Draco didn't understand why Blaise was acting this way. What was his motive?
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Okaaayyyy, so obviously Draco is emotionally-reatrded, and Blaise is hopeless.
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