I woke up a little while later to frantic shouts of my name, with my heart racing and that horrible 'heavy' feeling you get at the start of an oncoming panic attack. Within nanoseconds I realised it was only Draco and automatically closed my eyes and recited the list of words I say to help calm myself down and started to focus on calming down my erratic breathing.
"Zabini!" Draco roared again sounding very agitated, he must have been calling my name for a while as he rarely loses his temper. But then again it could just been that he isn't used to being ignored by anyone even for a minute. Only I was able to speak again I quietly muttered the spell which removed the invisible barrier from around his bed, it also allowed my curtains to open from there previously locked into place position.
With my curtains pulled back and tied securely with a charm I was met with the fuming face of my childhood friend Draco Malfoy. It is a well known fact that Malfoys, aswell as most Pureblood families, never lose their composure. I myself was taught the same from a young age, Always think and make decisions with my head and not my heart. Funny how things turn out as when I hit my teens I discovered that was all I could do and not by choice like most.
Anyway, back to the livid blonde glaring at me like I just said something about a certain Gryffindor that he most certainly doesn't have feeling for. It was very unlikely that I was the cause of the Slytherin Prince's foul mood. All I have done to Draco recently is ignore him a few minute ago whilst I was asleep and it isn't like I done that on purpose. I was sleeping! Plus in all the years I have know him he, has never been pissed at me. Thats not so say we didn't ever have disagreement's because we most certainly have, we just know that we both have our own opinions and we respect the fact that we can sometimes believe in different things.
Although something quickly replaces the glare, only for an instant before the previous face of rage takes over again. I know it was concern but he wisely keeps his mouth shut. He knows better than to mention anything around here, the walls really do have ears, there own, the teachers and some students. This is Slytherin house after all.
I arch my eyebrow in silent question, as Draco seems intent on just staring, waiting on my room mate to elaborate. But just as soon as I see him begin to gather his thoughts, my own brain seems to engage and come back to life after my little nap and tiny scare. Functioning normally again now that I was wide awake. I'm surprised my neck didn't snap as I frantically searched the room for the one person that could piss him off like no other. Despite the fact I knew they couldn't be in this bedroom, my eyes still quickly checked ridiculous places I knew logically she couldn't possibly be,
I sighed a long drawn out sigh and muttered "Pansy?"
To which Draco gave a sharp nod and practically spat out the witches name in agreement.
"Pansy."
I was getting uncomfortable just sitting in my bed with my underwear on. Stretching forward I reach down to the bottom end of my bed where a pair of dark grey joggers where laying carelessly, my eyes sought out Draco's just in time to see disgust flit across his face, not that many people would be able to catch the microscopic change of emotion. He turned around without me even having to ask and I allowed myself a smile at how horrified he was at the sight of casual clothes from a muggle shop. Sliding my legs into the skinny fit sweatpants I then lay back down on my bed to pull them on up my legs and and over my crotch. Yeah, despite the fact I play sports and I am in okay shape I am still one of the most lazy people you will ever come across.
"Please, take your time. It's not as though I came to speak to you about anything of great importance"
Deciding it wasn't worth replying to him with something just as sarcastic, I got out of bed making sure to let him know this was an effort for me and also to show him this was an inconvenience, I might have played it up and exaggerated slightly but I wasn't going to shy away. I wanted him to know I wasn't in the best of moods, He knows when I come back from lessons and go straight to bed it's because I want to be left alone. Grabbing a white tee shirt I walk past him and head for the door. If we had to talk it was probably best to do so in his own private dorm room not my shared one.