"It was a terrible decision," Blaise says.
"I know," I whimper, looking down at my feet. I have my forehead pressed into the table, trying to calm my sorrows and my headache.
We're in the middle of one of our talks, because I sought Blaise out to talk about spin the bottle, to ask how Draco handled it.
Not well, apparently.
"First, he watched me kiss you. Then he had to kiss you . . ."
"I know, Blaise. But he was playing, and I didn't want him to kiss someone else-" I start, lifting my head up.
"No, you wanted him to kiss you," Blaise says, taking a hearty swig of firewhiskey.
The common room is vacant around us, since it's far past midnight and everyone else has gone to bed, no parties going on. Crabbe, Goyle, and Theo wanted to party though, and they got an invite to Hufflepuff. And well. . . we all know how Theo feels about Hufflepuffs.
And Onyx is in bed already so it's just Blaise and I, talking and processing over firewhiskey.
"I've been reading Narcissa's letter again," I groan, setting down my bottle after chugging several inches of it.
"Evan, you're not supposed to be reading it, remember?"
"I know, but I'm breaking Blaise!" I exclaim, my fist clenching around my bottle, "I can't fucking do this anymore. I can't watch him. . . hurt anymore."
"Well, you know how I feel," Blaise retorts, giving me a look of disgusting sympathy and taking a pull of his cigarette.
Blaise Zabini, while he understands my fear and my reasoning for breaking up with Draco, thinks I should stop torturing him and myself. Blaise thinks I should tell him everything and then go from there.
"I can't do it, Blaise, you know I can't. That's why I keep reading the letter-"
"Go get it," Blaise says firmly, smushing his cigarette down into the ashtray, "Go get it and we'll get rid of it."
I shake my head. "I can't get rid of it, it's the only thing keeping me from-"
"You say you want to get over him, but the letter is making you dwell. Go. Get. It."
Five minutes later, I'm standing reluctantly next to the fireplace, holding the crumpled pages in my hand.
"You'll feel better. Do it."
I toss it into the flames.
And I watch the embers curl over Narcissa's words. The script soon becomes disjointed and I stare at the parchment as a few words poke out.
'loves you' 'sacrifice' 'andromeda'
But then the parchment turns completely to ash, curling in on itself. And I let out a sharp breath.
"There. Isn't that better?" Blaise asks.
"Not really-"
I'm cut off, because I hear footsteps behind us. We both turn around.
"What the bloody hell are you two doing?" Pansy fucking Parkinson scoffs, looking both Blaise and I up and down. Then she smirks knowingly. "A romantic night by the fire? How sweet."
"Sod off, Parkinson," Blaise scoffs, and he retreats back to the table.
It seems our conversation is over, but I follow Blaise, looking to down the rest of my firewhiskey in peace.
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Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}
Fanfiction"You want to know what I taste like?" I say, leaving my mouth slightly open. I can feel Malfoy's breath on my lips. He doesn't answer, but his breath hitches as he looks down. "You really want to know?" "Just do it," Malfoy barks. "So I can have som...
