Boy - (A 'Blaire Zabini' sequel) || Draco Malfoy

49 - Goodbye Friend

"So, Zabini, are you ready for this?"

Lowering the eyelash curlers, I whirled around, almost dropping them at the sight of Draco smirking at the bathroom door, casually leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his trouser pockets.

His eyes instantly widened as they swept my body, taking in the silk white gown which accentuated my curves, clinging to my body in all the right places. "Damn. You look... you look-"

"Drac, what are you doing?" I hissed, cutting him off. "You shouldn't be in here!"

"Why not?" He shrugged. "We're clearly throwing away all the other rules. So how can you blame me for wanting to chuck this one out too and say a final goodbye to Blaire Zabini, my best friend?"

For some reason, the way he worded this made me feel inexplicably sad.

"Don't say it like that, Drac," I said quietly, trying to swallow down the lump in my throat, "I'm still your best friend. I'll always be your best friend."

"I can't believe you just friend zoned me whilst you're standing there in your wedding dress, Zabini." He chuckled, eyes glinting with amusement as he straightened up to slowly saunter towards me. "Especially not when you're looking so exceedingly fuckable."

"Being friend zoned never used to bother you before," I drawled, my lips pulling into a sly grin as his hands grabbed my waist and pulled me hard up against him, a low groan vibrating in his throat. "In fact, I seemed to remember you enjoying the benefits very very much."

His eyes darkened hungrily as he immediately dipped his head, claiming my mouth. His kiss was sweet yet demanding and he tasted so good that I couldn't help but a emit a soft lingering hum, the eyelash curlers clattering to the floor as my hands flew straight to his head, threading my fingers through his hair.

We broke apart, our breathing laboured and our hearts racing. I found myself nuzzling my face into his neck, sighing as I caught the faint scent of his citrusy cologne.

"I missed you last night," he murmured as he held me tightly against him, his hands stroking my back. "I don't ever want to sleep in a bed without you again."

"You don't have to," I said, circling my arms around his neck as I tilted my head up to kiss the underside of his chin. His cool skin felt smooth and freshly shaven against my warm lips. "How are the boys?"

"Excited. Well, Scorp thinks a toilet brush is exciting so that's not saying much, but Jack is practically peeing his pants again. He put his suit on at four o'clock this morning and refuses to take off his top hat."

I smiled warmly at the thought of seeing the boys in their suits, waiting for me at the alter next to their daddy and 'uncle' Crabbe.

"I can't wait to be your Mrs Malfoy," I murmured, holding him a fraction tighter as I pressed myself against his reassuringly hard body.

"That reminds me," Draco said, his voice sounding slightly apprehensive. "Jack asked me if he could just be Malfoy like the rest of us. I said we'd have to check with Mummy, but-"

"Of course I don't mind." I said at once. "If I'm leaving Zabini behind then I'm glad Jack is happy to as well."

"I'll miss calling you Zabini, though," Draco said, somewhat wistfully as he lifted his head to stare down into my eyes. "You know, I fell in love with you from the moment I met you. I just didn't know it until much later."

"We were like three, Drac," I smirked. "And I tossed sand in your face."

"It was me who threw the sand!"