The Fine Line Between Love and Hate | Dramione AU by Short-circuit-Soulmate

Chapter 13

...in which Draco makes a proposition.

Blaise tried to focus on the sounds of his footsteps echoing of the stone walls of the corridor as he walked swiftly along, but was finding it incredibly difficult to block out the noise of his three friends admonishing him. It was the day after the Halloween dance, and the Silver Marauders were in shit. Deep shit.

Blaise and the others had been reprimanded the night before, and despite the fact that Potter and Weasley played no part in the spiking of the punch, and in turn the sickness of Neville Longbottom and countless others, they were still being called to the Headmasters office that morning to receive their punishment.

So there Blaise was, walking the corridor toward their destination, almost like a man walking to the gallows, while listening to his friends berate him for what they saw as his fault for getting them into the horrible situation.

"I really hate you, Zabini," Draco muttered sulkily from next to him at they continued along the corridor.

"I'd also like to point out that I hate Zabini, too," Weasley chirped from his other side.

"Hear, hear," Potter agreed from next to Weasley.

Blaise scowled at them all, before turning his attention back to the floor where he was watching his black dragon hide shoes hit the stone with each step he took. Unfortunately, this didn't help to block out their complaints.

"I mean, you call yourself a Slytherin," Draco continued in a disbelieving tone, shaking his head, "yet when McGonagall asks you if you spiked the punch, you don't even try to lie. Not only that, but you get me in shit, too. I thought you would have owed me from the fact that I at least had the decency to punch you in the stomach, last night, instead of the nose. Especially after what you did."

Blaise sighed tiredly. Draco had brought up the situation with Hopkins a total of thirty-two times since last night, and frankly Blaise was sick of hearing about it. He turned to find Draco was eyeing at him with an irritated expression.

Blaise rolled his eyes at his friends moodiness. It had been fluctuating like crazy lately. Last night he'd been smiling rather goofily when Blaise and the teachers had caught up with him to question him about the punch incident.

After that, he'd been unsurprisingly pissed, though every now and then he'd look thoughtful for a moment, and cheer up considerably. That is until he would be reminded of the fact that they were most likely going to get expelled.

"You know, mate," Blaise began, barely containing his anger, "if you hadn't spiked it in the first place none of this would've happened. I'm not gonna take the blame for your shit, even if you think I should."

Draco eyed him shrewdly for a moment, "...I could always punch you in the face again." He threatened in an almost innocent tone.

They had a stare-off for a few seconds before Blaise cracked a small grin, "Just try, you wanker, I won't hesitate to punch you back." Both he and Draco chuckled lightly. What else was there to do in this situation?

"I'm all glad you guys can see the light in this situation, but we didn't even bloody well do anything and we're getting dragged into it!" Weasley cried, motioning between himself and Potter.

This only made Draco and Blaise chuckle harder.

"Serves you right though, don't you think? I recall a certain incident with Granger and a dark spell that got us all in the shit, despite the fact it was only you and Potter."

"That was an accident though, you did this on purpose." Weasley argued, though they could all tell he was resigned to his fate.

Draco shrugged. "I'm certainly not going to vouch for your innocence; if I go down, I'm taking you gits down with me."