CHAPTER 3
"Draco?"
Blaise Zabini knew he should've stayed with Draco after the funeral yesterday. He wanted to stay. He saw how calm Draco seemed during the service and knowing his oldest friend, the calm mask would explode the moment he's alone. He should've ignored Draco's refusal and stay. He should've insisted.
He fully expects Draco to drink his sorrow away the night before, which was why he decided to drop by after lunch. He prepared himself to deal with hungover Draco. Hungover Draco is never a good sight. He chuckled, as he remembers all the experience he had to endure because of hungover or drunk Draco.
But he didn't expect to see his friend curled up in a fetal position near the shattered glass. There's blood on the glass, on the floor and on the Daily Prophet next to Draco's body. His knuckles were swollen, there's dry blood on his face and hair.
He never should've listened to Draco and left, damn it. It's clear to see Draco need someone with him to go through this together. It's never good to leave someone this distraught alone.
He sighed and braced himself before taking small steps around the shattered glass towards his friend.
"Mate, wake up"
Draco didn't move, but Blaise knows he's awake. He felt his body stiffened.
"Draco" he crunched in front of his friend and put his hand on his shoulder.
"It's time to wake up"
Draco was already awake way before Blaise called out his name. He could hear Blaise swore when he accidently stepped onto few pieces of glass on the floor. He silently prayed that his friend would leave him alone and let him mourn in peace.
"Mate, I know you're awake. Cut this crap and go take a bath. You wrecked"
Draco chuckled and he slowly opens his eyes. He blinked few times to adjust to the sunlight.
He frowned. Lifting his head, he asked, "Blaise, why is there sunlight shining into the window?"
Blaise shrugged, "The room was dark when I got here, so I decided to open your curtains and let the light shine"
Draco just stared at his friend from his position.
"Don't you dare glared at me, Draco Malfoy. The room was so dark it was depressing" he huffed.
Draco rolled his eyes and he tried to sit up, slowly. He winced, as he starting to feel the effects of his erratic actions yesterday.
Blaise must've sensed this, as he calls Draco's house elf and ask the creature to clean up the mess in the room. He helped Draco to his feet and both of them slowly walk towards Draco's room. Once in front of the room, Draco nodded at his friend.
Blaise nodded back. "I'll wait for you in the library"
An hour and a half later, Blaise found himself in front of Draco's room again. He knocked once.
Nothing.
He tried knocking again.
Still nothing.
Thinking the worse, Blaise draws up his wand to blast the door open when he heard Draco's voice.
"Come in Blaise. It's not locked."