Nothing belongs to me.
XLIV: Insane
Blaise glanced worriedly down the Slytherin table. It was worse than he originally thought.
"I think," he muttered in an undertone to Theodore, who sat next to him, "it's time for an intervention."
Theodore hastily agreed.
Though neither had staged an intervention before, they had a fair idea of how it was done.
So after dinner, Blaise and Theodore hid outside the Great Hall, waiting.
The instant Draco Malfoy stepped into their line of vision a Stunning Spell (or two) was cast in his direction, and the two boys dragged their unconscious victim into the nearest unused classroom.
"I'll do it." said Theodore nervously when they were inside. He raised his wand. "Ennervate!"
Draco stirred feebly in the chair they had tied him to.
"What – the – hell – you – guys – "
"This is an intervention, mate." Blaise explained gently.
"We've seen the way you look at her."
Draco looked genuinely bemused for a few seconds but then, his widened in shock. "No!" he yelled. "No, no! No! NO! NO!"
Blaise was glad he had thought to soundproof the room.
"Look, Draco, it's okay!"
"Yeah," added Theodore, "she seems like a nice girl…except for the whole, you know, blood traitor thing…"
You guys have to be bloody insane to think – that I have a thing for that Weasley girl.
"Denial." chanted Blaise and Theodore, smirking at each other.
Draco screamed in frustration, fighting the bindings at his hand and feet. "Release me, you fiends!"
Blaise nodded at Theodore, and they pulled their chairs up next to Draco's.
"Do you feel butterflies in your tummy when you see her, Draco?"
"Yeah, do you dream about her at night?" Theodore inquired, sniggering.
Draco paled. "No," he whispered, having stopped fighting his restraints at last.
All three of them knew at this instant that he was lying.