Friday's Child // Draco Malfoy

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Draco lay awake half the night in a panicked state, kept up in a cold sweat with a thundering heart knowing that Blaise knew. Blaise knew about Juno. He knew about the bond they shared, and the thought alone made him nauseous. The last thing he wanted was for the only good thing in his life to be tainted. He didn't want his real life to seep into the bubble of paradise he'd formed with Juno. Worst of all, he didn't want Blaise to utter a word to anyone - if anyone in the Dark Lord's circle found out, if it got back to his father, he would make a mockery of the Malfoy name, and he'd fall even further down in his father's estimations. He couldn't stand to think of the shame. 

Juno's night was very similar. She sat up in her bed, picking at her lips, bouncing her knee until she thought she might explode from the energy that was building inside her. She snuck out of the Hufflepuff common room, wrapped up in a large jumper she'd bought from a wizarding charity shop embroidered with a hippogriff across the breast, and stumbled out into the cool evening air. The crisp breeze grounded her slightly, and she breathed in as much as her lungs would take, feeling the cold drizzle from the fog lap against the bare skin of her hands and face. She smoked as she allowed her mind to wander, boarding a train of thought that was exclusively about Draco. She worried about Blaise's interference, and the fact he'd picked up on their little communications in the castle. She worried about how Draco would react. Would he freak out? Or hurt Blaise? Or, in the worst case, would this mark the end of their friendship? She hoped not. Their interactions had always been so slight, she wondered how Blaise had picked up on them so easily. 

Across the castle, in the Slytherin dungeon, Draco had grown tired of the anxiety that was building within him. Marching over to Blaise's bed, he ripped back the curtain, startling the sleeping boy awake; 

"What?" He groaned, rolling over and throwing his arm over his face theatrically. 

"We need to talk," Draco snapped. 

"Now?" Blaise huffed, "Can this not wait until morning?" 

"No. It can't. Get dressed," Draco threw a hoody at a shirtless Blaise, "Meet me in the common room," 

Draco heard Blaise sigh as he walked out into the den, having to wait only a few moments before the latter joined him. 

"Can we make this quick?" Blaise yawned, collapsing onto the emerald sofa by the fire. 

"Don't utter a word to anyone about me and Lovegood, alright? I swear if that gets out, Zabini, I'll-" 

"Come on, Malfoy, don't be making threats. I'm not a bad guy, I'm not going to tell anyone, alright?" 

"Would you make the unbreakable vow?" 

"That's a bit far, don't you think-" Blaise chuckled, but he was interrupted by Draco's words cutting through the air and silencing him. 

"No. This is my reputation, my name, this is everything on the line, Zabini-" 

Blaise sat, startled and speechless, unsure of whether Draco was joking or not. A moments contemplation made him realise he wasn't. 

"Fine," Blaise sighed, Draco's shoulders visibly relaxed. "But you need to tell me about this thing, whatever it is. I want to understand it. You realise you're dragging her in to a very messy situation-" 

"Messy," Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Think it's a bit more than messy." Draco sat beside Blaise on the sofa, they both let out a little chuckle. 

"What even is it between you and her? Are you fucking?"

"No, it's nothing like that," His jaw clenched at the vulgar implication coming from Blaise's mouth. "We're friends, I suppose. We bumped into each other one day and fell into a bit of a routine - we're just two lonely opposites making company together."