𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄

Chapter 10

Draco's POV

Draco Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table, nonchalantly moving his untouched food around his plate on Friday evening and lost in thought. His grey eyes were unconsciously gazing at the table opposite and coincidently resting on the saviour of the wizarding world. He watched as the green eyed boy listened carefully to the mudblooded witch, Hermione Granger, who seemed to be talking animatedly about something. Probably something to do with work. Draco grimaced, how could he stand talking to her? He knew that they're relationship was platonic for sure but Draco still couldn't stand the girl. She was so irritating and always went out of her way to best Draco in most (not all) subjects. He was sure she did it on purpose just to annoy him. Draco was then captivated as Harry and Granger burst out laughing, partly because he envied their relationship and partly because Harry's laughter was captivating in itself.

"Hey, Dray" Draco barely noticed Blaise's greeting and the hand that landed on his shoulder.

"Hmm." His eyes hadn't strayed from the Gryffindor table. The occupants of Gryffindor always seemed to be laughing and having fun with Harry always being a part of it. After all that the boy had been through, it was surprising he hadn't been subjected to being an angst-ridden, depressed teenager. Draco wouldn't have been able to cope but he was no comparison to Harry who was such a strong character.

"What's wrong with you?" The tone of voice had altered from the greeting. He sat next to Draco, straddling the bench and watched the smaller blonde beside him.

"Hmm?" Draco half-snapped out of his thoughts but his eyes still never strayed from the Gryffindor table. "Oh. Hello, um nothing's wrong. Why would you think that?"

"You're just staring into space..." He followed Draco's line of sight and didn't miss where they were looking. "Why you looking at Potter?" He asked suspiciously, which succeeded to draw Draco's eyes away from said boy. "Plotting his murder are you?" The boy leered.

Draco laughed in response, now looking at Blaise. "That's an idea."

"I was thinking maybe a slow, torturous, painful death." He dragged each word out grotesquely whilst doing all the appropriate hand gestures in emphasis. Draco thought he was beginning to look slightly crazed and frowned slightly. The brunette then sniggered maliciously and Draco forced a fake laugh as to not give Blaise a reason to be suspicious.

"Yeah..." The blonde said his grin fading. Draco quickly changed the subject. "I heard you were going away this weekend?"

"I thought I already told you that?" Blaise furrowed his brows.

"No. I heard from Theodore Nott." Both boys' eyes wandered to said boy who sat a few seats away.

"Oh. Must have slipped my mind. Sorry about that." Draco waved him off in forgiveness. "Did you hear why I was going?" Blaise began to tuck into his food at that moment, still squaring himself slightly towards Draco.

"Um, no he didn't say. Why are you?"

"Ah, seeing as how you don't already know, I'll let it be a surprise." The handsome Slytherin winked suggestively at him, which made Draco slightly, weary at this so-called 'surprise'.

"Why can't you just tell me now?" Draco questioned, he didn't like being kept in suspense and Blaise knew that.

"Because I want to surprise you with what I bring back. You won't be disappointed, love."

Draco didn't know how to take this; they both had different ideas of what was a pleasant surprise was. But then again, if he was bringing something physically back to Draco then surely it couldn't be that bad. Maybe Blaise was just going on a weekend trip away with his parents. But then again, bit weird that he wouldn't tell him he was going away for the weekend. He was dubious but he let it go.