Drarry; the last horcrux

chapter 8

Because Harry had never thought the blonde slytherin would actually listen  to what he had to say, he hadn't really prepared what he was going to say.
In his head, he makes a list of all the things he wants to know.
'DO you know something about horcruxes?' is the question he starts with. Maybe it isn't a good idea to tell an ex-deatheater about horcruxes, but it isn't like he's going to explain what it are if Malfoy doesn't already know about them.
'No.' Malfoy replies, but the slight flickering of recognision in his eyes encourages him to ask more questions.
'Are you certain? Did your father have to hide a valuable object?' Wrong thing to ask. If Harry learned one thing in the past half hour, it was that Malfoy got very angry when you accused his father of doing something bad. Daddy's boy. 

A furious looking Malfoy jumps up.
'I'm going to say this one more time, Potter.' Malfoy says, spitting his last name out.
'My father, has nothing to do with the deatheaters anymore. He would never, ever hide something from the Dark Lord. So I suggest, you just stay away from me and keep your accusations for your self.'
 With those words the slytherin walks away, leaving a startled Harry to his thoughts.
There goes his one hope to a path which may lead him to the horcrux.

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'Had a bad day, I guess?' Blaise says when Draco stomps into their room.
'you could say that.' Draco replies shortly and he throws a handful water in his face, the cold always helps him to control his emotions.
'What happened this time?' Blaise asks, not looking up from the book he's reading, but Draco knows the slytherin will listen to every word, he always does.
'It's nothing, really. That scarface just always gets under my skin. Accusing my father of hiding the dark lords soul. Who the fuck does he think he is.' Draco rants.

'The saviour of the world, maybe?'

'I hate you, Zabini. You're not helping.'

'I'm just kidding, loosen up. But you can't just go around talking about horcruxes that easy. They're supposed to be a secret remember? It's already bad enough that I accidentally told you about them.' Blaise says and he rolls his eyes.

'Oh shut up, as if your father would actually care about what you do, he's the most carefree parent I know.' Draco replies and opens his trunk to search for parchment and his quill, he was supposed to write his parents yeaterday.
After a few minutes, Draco notices the absence of a reply from Blaise and the tension that suddenly hangs between them.

'What's wrong?' Draco asks, not noticing the silent tear that rolls down blaises' cheek.

'My father died, Drake. Over the summer.'