Babygirl (SEQUEL to Fuckboy - Draco Malfoy)

28. your turn.

Draco stared through the darkness, chugging firewhiskey to block out the glittering blue lights and loud, bumping music.

"Oh, Merlin's tits," Theo said, taking a step forward. "He's going to kill himself."

Draco nodded, watching as Blaise popped yet another pill, raving in the center of a brutal and downright fucking mad Ravenclaw party. Zabini was dancing now, swaying in place with his arms draped over Luna Lovegood's shoulders. His body seemed heavy to him, as if he were struggling under the weight of his own shoulders. The blue lights casted a strange glow on Blaise's face, the periodic royal blue flashes multiplying as they reflected off the glitter caked into his crimson cheeks. Heat flushed down Zabini's jaw and onto his neck like a bad rash.

Luna Lovegood turned around, waving her hands in the air. Blaise, at the absence of Luna's shoulders for support, crashed his arms on top of another random Ravenclaw girl, his chin tucked into his sternum. He was walking around the rave like a zombie, arms extended in front of him, stumbling as if he had some kind of muscle condition.

"This was your idea, Nott? Fuck's sake."

"No—my idea was for him to have a few drinks, dance with some hot Ravenclaw broads," Theo insisted in defense. Nott was sober for once, leaning back on the wall with Draco as they watched helplessly as Blaise lost his goddamn mind. "This?" Theo waved his measly glass of pumpkin juice in the air around the foray, his ringed pinky raised. "This is a terrible idea."

After three days of letting Blaise sulk in a pity party as they all sat in their down room for hours on end listening to him rave about Evan and Onyx in circles, Theo and Draco had taken it upon themselves to cease the infernal yapping, each taking turns with ideas for how to break Blaise out of his catatonic misery.

First was Theo's idea—to take Blaise to a Ravenclaw party and show him other, more beautiful women to make him forget about his stupid ass love triangle. Draco had hated this idea, as Ravenclaw was now infamous in his mind for hosting terrible and traumatizing events. Thankfully, Draco didn't see Michael Corner the entire time and therefore didn't have to commit cold-blooded pre-meditated murder.

Instead of healing by any means, Blaise Zabini was killing half of his brain cells and, at that very moment, vomiting into a giant glass bowl and covering the Ravenclaw's pill stash with sticky orange and green chunks. Theo rushed over, cursing under his breath, and Draco sighed, taking another swig of whiskey and hoping his bottle would drown him.

An hour later, Theo and Draco were dragging Blaise's limp body through the Slytherin portrait hole.

"Ha! Don't take her to tea, Theo. She doesn't . . . like it," Blaise slurred. Draco scowled. "Tea biscuits—nuh-uh."

"Shut the fuck up," Theo hissed with venom. They dragged him up the stairs.

"Where'd it go?" Blaise asked in a panic, high off his ass and searching frantically around the staircase. His eyes, and his entire face, moved frantically from side to side. "Malfoy, I lost it!"

"Lost what?!" Draco fumed through barred teeth.

"DON'T ENCOURAGE IT!" Theo screamed out. "Let the motherfucker ramble!"

"He's . . . been . . . rambling . . . FOR THREE DAYS!" Draco screamed when they entered the dormitory, panting as Blaise sagged to the floor. His head fell between his own knees, his body pretzeled into itself on the dormitory rug.

Goyle laughed manically as they crashed violently into the room. "Zabini can't handle his liquor? Fuckin prat."

"Go chew on crayons or something, you dimwitted fuck!" Theo yelled through his teeth as they struggled to life Blaise up and drag him to his bed.