Pieces of Me, Scattered to the Wind

The Pieces in Motion

Blaise Zabini walked into Draco's private chambers totally prepared to wait in his best friend's sitting room until he came back from his errand. However much to his surprise, his best friend was currently seated in an armchair in a dark corner of the sitting room and he looked like he was trying to hide from the world. Blaise shut the entry door behind him and looked at his friend with a confused frown.

"Aren't you supposed to be visiting your Aunt Cassie right now?" Draco's head shot up in panic until he realized it was just Blaise. His posture relaxed and he set the book in his lap to the side to carry on a conversation with his friend.

"Yes, but I'm avoiding it."

"Why?" Draco was avoiding an errand that had been expressly handed to him from the Dark Lord, Himself. Blaise liked his friend and didn't want to see Draco get tortured simply because he didn't want to spend the afternoon with his Aunt. Draco heaved a pained sigh, as if the weight of the world was upon his shoulders. The pathetic look Draco gave to Blaise had him collapsing in the chair across from his best friend, eager to hear what could possibly be so important that it meant skiving off of running an errand for their Lord.

"Well last time I was over there I spent some time in the Greenhouses with Aunt Lucretia and she asked me if there were any girls that I fancied since I was a bit older now." Blaise nodded, that made sense. Lucretia Black was the center of pureblood society and of course she was interested to see who her cousin/nephew was crushing on. "I told her there was someone who I thought was quite nice and gave some vague descriptions since I couldn't say names. You know how the older generation think about certain things." Draco paused to share a pained and exasperated look with Blaise.

"So, what happened?"

"Now she thinks I have a thing for Daphne! And I think she's been trying to set us up since then! I'm running out of excuses to join Aunt Lucretia for luncheons. You can only fake having food poisoning so many times." Blaise rolled his eyes before jumping to his other friend's defense.

"You could do a lot worse than Daphne, mate." Draco nodded.

"I know but she's my friend and thinking of her like that just makes me so nauseous." Draco looked absolutely pathetic. It was taking everything Blaise had to not snicker at the drama queen that was his best mate.

"Well think of it this way, at least you'll have a good partner to escort this upcoming Ball Season." Draco's face morphed from nauseous to slightly thoughtful.

"I guess you're right. But you know if I'm not careful I'll end up betrothed to her and then I'd have to kill myself." Blaise heaved a great sigh. What the fuck was wrong with Draco. He gave his friend a fondly exasperated and pointed look.

"Oh good, and here I was thinking you were going to do something extreme and dramatic."

"Fuck you" Ah yes, pureblood heirs. So eloquent and polite.

"You wish I'd fuck you," Blaise smirked as Draco rolled his eyes. "You'd better get going you know. I don't think you want to explain to the Dark Lord why you never went to see you Aunt."

Draco sighed and stood, straightening his shirt and pulling on an open front robe. He made his way to the door but before he could leave, Blaise decided to get one last crack at him.

"Besides you never know. With your luck he'd betroth you to Daphne as punishment for your failures."

The middle finger Draco sent Blaise on his way out sent the man tumbling onto the floor with laughter.

When Draco arrived at his aunt's home he was immediately greeted by Lipsy- his favorite house elf of Aunt Lucretia's. The elf informed him that his aunts were currently running errands and that he was welcome to await their return. Draco made his way down the grand entryway intending to find a nice spot to relax in. He took a quick detour down a side hallway to the library to grab a book before making his way to the sitting room. He chose the comfortable chaise that was currently covered in sunlight and decided to get comfortable and await his aunts return.