"Zabini," Draco greeted coolly as Blaise walked into his room. Blaise did a double-take, looking back at the blond that very much did not belong in his dormitory.
"Malfoy?" Blaise returned confusedly. "Why are you in my room?"
Draco didn't answer his question. "So, I hear you and Potter aren't working out," Draco continued conversationally.
"Yeah," Blaise chuckled in disbelief, "Your girlfriend decided to drug me and then force herself upon me, making Harry think the worst. I would say that it was more of an intervention of epic proportions than just 'not working out'."
"She's not my girlfriend," Draco corrected. He wasn't being petty or mean, which confused Blaise deeply.
"I somehow can't find it within me to care," he drawled. He shook his head and walked over to his bedside, where he grabbed a book and sat on his bed. He flipped through it, looking for a certain page. When he found the certain page, he quickly dog-eared it and then shut the book once more. "Now if you'll excuse me, Malfoy," he said, getting up and going towards the door, "I must be going. I actually have a lot to explain to Harry."
"Don't," Draco said softly, eyes on the ground. Blaise stopped where he was, hand on the doorknob of the closed door, and scrunched up his eyebrows in thought.
"Why should I?" he inquired.
"Because it wasn't just Pansy that was trying to break you and the Boy Wonder up," Draco admitted.
"Malfoy, you're being so utterly un-Malfoy-like that it's giving me a headache," Blaise told him, "so could you please figure out who you actually are so I can leave?"
Draco looked up at Blaise tenderly, eyes shining with resolve. "I don't like being an asshole," Draco said. At Blaise's snort, he said quickly, "I really don't. I don't care if you don't believe me. I just have to get this off my chest."
"Oh, your bleeding heart makes me weep," Blaise laughed. "Now what the hell do you want?"
"I asked Pansy and Longbottom to break you up," Draco said. Blaise was shocked to see that not even a tinge of annoyance or ridicule could be seen.
"That somehow doesn't surprise me," Blaise snorted.
"Will you listen please?" Draco snapped. He immediately looked abashed and dropped his head towards the floor. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.
"What is the matter with you?" Blaise asked, eyebrows raised and beyond confused.
"I don't want you to go out with Potter," Draco said simply.
"Because that would mean that Harry would actually have something nice in his life, and because you're his mortal enemy you couldn't possibly bear for that to occur," Blaise finished boredly.
"No, that's not it at all," Draco retorted.
"Enlighten me, then," he told him.
"Remember that time in first year when you stumbled in on me and Pansy going through your stuff?" Draco asked.
Blaise bit back his remark about him not having any time for reminiscing and nodded. "Yeah. You were a bit of a creeper back then, Malfoy," he said.
"Yeah, I was," Draco agreed.
"What was that about anyway? I never really got the chance to ask between you knocking me out and then avoiding me for the rest of the year," Blaise asked, "I completely had forgotten about it until now."
"Sorry about that," Draco flushed.
"It's in the past," Blaise shrugged.
"It was…I just…" Draco fumbled for words. "I've been watching you for awhile, Blaise."
"Ah," Blaise uttered—he wasn't really that freaked out, because that was basically what he had done to Harry—, "so you're just a covert creeper now?"
Draco chuckled. "You could say that."
Blaise winced as the reality of Draco's words and actions settled in on him. "You don't…you don't fancy me do you?" he asked quietly.
Draco immediately looked offended. "Of course not!" he protested, a blush settling on his cheeks, "Like I would fancy you." His knuckles turned white in the fists he was clenching together. "Ha," he choked, "You wish."
"It's okay if you do," Blaise told him amusedly.
"I think it's you who fancies me," Draco interjected, "I am ravishingly handsome after all."
"If you say so," Blaise allowed. He got up to leave once more.
"No, don't go," Draco called to him demurely.
"If you don't fancy me, or can't even bear to be in my presence for that matter, why should I?"
"Fine," Draco sighed. "I like you. Okay?"
"That's why you wanted to break Harry and me up," Blaise filled in the blanks.
"Yeah," Draco agreed.
"Since first year?"
"Yeah," Draco said once again.
Blaise let out a low whistle. "That's a long time to fancy someone without even talking to them," he remarked. "I should know."
"Why don't you fancy me back?" Draco whined. "Am I not handsome enough? Popular enough? Rich enough? What makes Potter so much better than me?"
Blaise sighed. "I can't believe that I'm not mad at you for this," he said, mostly to himself. Then to Draco: "I didn't even know you were gay, first of all. I guess you're cute enough in your underfed, never-goes-out-in-the-sun kind of way. And I don't really care about the latter two."
"Now that I've told you…?" Draco trailed off hopefully.
"Not a chance," Blaise laughed, blurring the line between kind and unkind. At Draco's crestfallen look, he added, "I am infatuated with Harry, Draco. I don't think it would be fair to myself or to you for me to still be in love with him and yet pursue a relationship with you."
"And not to be mean, but I just don't like you that way," Blaise said matter-of-factly.
Draco's jaw tensed as he gritted his teeth. "You don't know what you're saying," Draco told him through closed teeth.
"I think I do," Blaise told him. "And I'm really sorry that you've kept that pent up inside of you all these years, but I just can't," he looked at Draco sorrowfully, his tone sober. "I really am sorry."
"Why are you doing this?" Draco asked angrily.
"Doing what, Draco?" Blaise replied, worry flashing through his brown eyes.
"Lying to me!" Draco roared back.
"I'm…I'm not lying to you," Blaise told him softly, eyes on the ground.
"You have to be!" Draco retorted, getting up and pacing about, "You have to be! You have to!" He threw himself back onto the bed and sobbed, "Y-you just have to…"
Blaise looked uncertain as what to do to console the crying boy without bringing back out the inner spitfire that had only just been reigned in. "There, there," he said comfortingly, patting Draco lightly on the back, "It's alright."
"What's wrong with me?" Draco inquired once he stopped weeping and brushed aside his tears.
Blaise pursed his lips into a grim line. "Well," he began, "You're a pompous bastard, try to ruin any good thing that Harry may have going for him—ever, and now it applies to me—, and you wear too much hair gel to boot."
"Merlin," Draco huffed, "That wasn't an invitation to personally attack me. I believe the phrase "rhetorical question" fits here."
"Hey, you asked, I told," Blaise said, rolling his eyes. "You'll be fine, Malfoy, if you can rebound as quickly as that. Now, there's loads more fish in the sea, or whatever saying you want to insert there. Get over yourself."
He walked towards the door. As he was twisting the doorknob one more time, a heavy bookend narrowly missed his head. He flew back around, incredulous, and eyes what. "What the-?'
Draco sat with his legs crossed and a satisfied look on his face. "Get the fuck out of my dorm, you wanker," he directed, looking from Blaise to the pile of ceramic shards with a smug smirk on his face. "And don't come back if you know what's good for you," he ended with a sniff.
"This is my dorm…?" Blaise replied.
"Oh, just get out!" Draco refuted.
Uber-long scene! I am so exciting with this chapter and want to know what you all think!