Hey guys, here's another chapter. Hope you enjoy ~ !

A/N: Olive-Gravity - Omf xD

Creelluka - You'll have to read and find out ;) I'm sorry! I can't help it.

Kigen Dawn - Aw thanks, it means a lot ~ I'm glad you're enjoying it.

Chapter 9 - Blood Bath

"Don't move."

The voice was firm, and all too familiar. He knew exactly who it was. Why would he have followed him here? He thought he had made it quite clear that what had happened was over and done with.

"Blaise. What do you want?" Draco questioned, staring straight at the cubicle wall in front of him.

"What I want is for you to answer a question. Honestly." Blaise demanded, poking him again, with an object Draco assumed was a wand. The pressure on his back was starting to make him uneasy, and he clenched his fists tightly, trying to steady his breathing. What could he possibly want to ask him? Draco thought, shivering slightly, it was extremely cold and he wanted to dry off, but it'd have to wait till this little charade was over. God, why did Blaise have to show up at the worst time? Especially since this was all his damned fault, after all.

"Ok." He spoke slowly, showing no signs of fear. That was all he had right now, since this had taken most of his dignity. He wanted to hold onto the last bits. "Ask."

He heard Blaise take a deep breath behind him, and after a while of awkward silence, he spoke, words full of malice.

"You're not Potter, are you?"

Harry got to the lesson after the others, since he needed to take a trip to the rest room. Why were they even called rest rooms? He thought. You don't rest in there. He waved off the irrelevant question, and sat down next to Pansy. He noticed that Blaise was not with her when he turned to the side. "Where's Blaise?" He asked her, studying the rest of the room, for any signs of him.

"He said he was going to the rest room." Pansy shrugged, flipping through the text book in front of her.

"Huh? But I was just there…and I didn't see-" He stood up immediately, and made his way to the door.

"Where are you-" Pansy started, but the door slamming behind him cut her off.

He had to find Blaise. Now. Something was definitely wrong.

As soon as those words left his mouth, Draco's body went stiff. He couldn't move, he couldn't talk, he couldn't even think. How? How had he figured it out? Would he know if he was lying? Was this all over?

No. It wasn't over. Not yet.

Draco's heartbeat quickened, and he let his fists fall limp. "Huh? What kind of question is that? Of course I'm Harry." He replied, in the most confused voice he was capable of. He flinched as he received another hard poke to the back.

"You're lying." Blaise stated, in a much harsher tone than before. "I hate liars."

Harry ran, as fast as his legs could take him. Blaise was going after Draco. He wouldn't let them get found out, not now, not yet. Besides, Blaise had no proof, he thought. But what if he did? As he was thinking to himself, his body collided with another, and a loud thump sounded out, as he hit the floor.

Harry sat up quickly, scanning the perimeter. When he looked up, his eyes fell onto a dark figure, looking down at him with a demonic glare.

"Professor Snape…I-" Harry started, but Snape held up his hand, motioning for hip to stop talking.

"Mr. Malfoy. I suppose you have a good reason for running around, after class has started." Snape spoke with a cold tone, his eyes never wavering.

"I, uh, really needed the loo…" Harry retorted, breaking eye contact, and scrambling awkwardly to his feet.

"Strange, you've not been acting yourself lately, maybe you need to take a few days off to collect yourself." Snape stated curtly, and walked away in the direction he was headed to start with, disappearing from view.

"That was close." Harry sighed deeply, gathering his thoughts. He remembered that he was in a hurry, and dashed off in the direction of the Gryffindor dormitory.

"I-I'm not lying-" Draco faltered, which was unusual, since he was almost always prepared. But right now, he was definitely not prepared.

"Stop lying!" Blaise yelled, kicking Draco hard in the shin, causing him to fall to the ground with a sickening THUD. Draco yelped quietly, trying to scramble to his feet, but Blaise put a foot on his back, keeping him in place. "Answer my question again. This time, you'd better not lie." Blaise pressed his foot down harder, emphasizing his point.

"I'm not lying. I swear." Draco continued, he'd probably regret it, but he wasn't going to give Blaise what he wanted.

"Malfoy!?" Harry called out, pushing open the door to the dormitories, letting it swing and hit the wall behind. "Malfoy!?" Harry called again, louder this time, more panicked. He pushed open door after door, taking a quick glance inside, before moving onto the next one. He'd searched the whole place by this point, except for the showers. He mentally slapped himself. Of course he would be in the showers, he'd just witnessed him getting soda poured all over him, stupid. He made his way to the bathroom, clenching his fists anxiously.

Blaise growled, his fingernails digging deeper and deeper into his palm, so hard he almost drew blood. He was done playing games. Blaise brought his foot down on Draco's head, smashing his face into the bathroom floor. A strangled cry escaped the back of Draco's throat, but he refused anything more. He looked down slowly, blood dripped from his nose at a steady pace, staining the white floor tiles a deep crimson.

Blaise crouched over his still body, and grabbed a chunk of his hair, pulling his head back firmly. As soon as Draco felt the cold air he cringed with pain, his face hurt more than ever. "If you lie to me again, it won't end well for you."

He grabbed Draco's chin between his fingers, and pushed his head up even more. Draco's head strained with the force, and his neck started to ache, he felt like it could snap at any moment. Draco mumbled something under his breath, and Blaise stuck a finger in his mouth, opening it slightly. "Say that again."

"Fuck. You." Draco mustered up all his strength, and bit down on Blaise's finger, drawing blood. Blaise jumped back suddenly, clutching his finger tightly in hand.

"You bit my finger!?" He yelled, looking down at him angrily, getting ready to hit him again.

Harry stormed through the door, and widened his eyes as he observed the scene in front of him. Draco was on the floor, blood streaming from his nose, and Blaise was standing above him, ready to strike again.

"What are you doing!?" Harry yelled angrily, stalking over to Blaise, and grabbing his shoulder. Blaise turned quickly, surprised at his sudden entrance.

"Draco!? Why are you-" Blaise started, looking down shamefully as Harry interrupted him.

"Why are you beating on Potter when you should be in lesson?" Harry demanded, trying to put on his best Malfoy impression.

"I just…" Blaise swallowed hard, furrowing his brow, and grabbing the sides of his shirt awkwardly.

"Don't worry, just get back to class. I don't think your mother will be pleased with you being tardy." He scolded, giving Blaise a slight push towards the door. Harry wiped the sweat from his brow, and walked over to Draco, extending a hand. Draco took it, and let him pull him to his feet, grumbling to himself.

"Took you long enough." He sighed, wiping some blood from his nose with the back of his hand.

"You're welcome." Harry replied sarcastically, rubbing the back of his neck. "What happened?"

"He knows something's going on!" Draco growled, splashing cold water on his bloodied face.

"What? How?" Harry asked, with a confused expression.

"I don't know!" He yelled, walking hurriedly out of the room. "We'd better get to class, before people start asking questions. We'll talk later, same place, same time."

A/N: Hey again guys, this chapter took a more serious turn, but I promise it will go back to the usual hilarious banter in the next one, and maybe a bit of romance ;)