𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍

Chapter Three

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Draco | 1998

The boys changing rooms were like a sauna of masculinity and sweat. And the Lacrosse team would usually take their time getting changed but tonight was the eclipse ball and more importantly, Blaise's party and today's practice was little more than a time passer. All those boys could think about was escaping into the dark woods and drinking until they where blinded with intoxication.

However, there was one boy who sat on the bench alone, the yelling and manly laughter little more than white noise. He held his shirt tightly in his hands, sweat droplets dripping down his chiselled chest, falling from his damp hair.

It felt like the blood in his arms was flooding with rage. The urge to hit something was strong — so strong that his knuckles turned white from how tightly he gripped his shirt.

His rage came from some place dark and usually came out of nowhere. But this summer—that rage grew deeper. And after what happened—

It destroyed him when he found out. The only kind light in his life would soon be gone forever.

"Vesper!" a hard, strong hand slapped his shoulder, his thoughts disappeared and he was bought back to the reeking, loud changing room.

Draco turned his head, his eyes slowly following, and found his friends, Theo with his hand on his shoulder still, and Blaise leaning against the lockers. That mischievous grin on his face as usual.

"Why are you sitting in the corner?" Theo asked, a chuckle escaping his mouth, "your missing all the excitement."

Draco stood from the bench, and began putting on his shirt, "I'm not missing out on anything."

"You're in a mood," Blaise almost sighed, "why?"

"I'm not in a mood, I just don't fancy waving my dick around about some beers and girls," Draco grabbed his bag from his locker and then slammed it shut.

"Oh, he is definitely in a mood," Blaise uttered, as he pointed out to Theo. Draco sighed and walked away.

Theo shoved Blaise and walked after his friend. Blaise, nonetheless, merely laughed.

"What's bothering you?" Theo asked, keeping a step back from Draco as they came to the exit of the changing room.

"Nothing," Draco responded sternly.

"I can tell something is up—"

"Oh, Vesper is alright," Blaise came running and flung his arm across Draco's shoulders, "he just needs a pretty girl to lighten him up. And I assure you there will be plenty tonight."

Blaise had that devilish look in his eyes and although he only wanted to keep everyone happy and always be sure to make everything fun — he always found a way to wind up Draco.

Draco shoved his arm away, "I don't need to sleep with a girl to lighten my mood, I am just tired."

"Beers will awaken you, mate, and there will be plenty of them too," Blaise grinned again.

"Is beers and girls all you care about, Lenoir?" Theo questioned, a laugh and a glisten of concern in his tone.

Blaise walked ahead a pace faster and pointed with both his hands at both Theo and Draco, then almost bowed, graciously declining his head, "you think far too lowly of me, Theodore."