Mixed Drugs

Part 2

A couple of hours prior. Draco's POV

"How are you feeling Draco?"

Draco lazily turned his head to look at Blaise, who had made himself at home in Draco's favorite sitting chair while he laid spread across his bed. He had finally been released from the hospital wing after having been trapped there for hours by Madam Pomfrey, who had insisted he stayed until she was one hundred percent sure she had done everything she could to treat him and forbid any scarring.

"As good as one can be after having their chest slashed open I suppose," Draco said sarcastically, turning away to stare up at the ceiling, "Pomfrey did as much as she could to help with the scarring but it's still somewhat visible. I guess I'll just have to live with it."

"Hm."

Was all Blaise responded with, making Draco look over at him again. Blaise was staring hard at the carpeted floor, seeming to be avoiding Draco's gaze. He seemed to be concentrated on picking at the loose thread on the chair. Draco looked at him for a while, trying to read what he was feeling. Blaise usually kept his emotions well under control but he was like an open book currently. It made Draco feel uneasy to see him like this. He didn't know how to help aside from trying to lighten up the mood, which hadn't worked so far but he wasn't going to give up. Blaise had helped him many times throughout the years he had known him, he could at least do the same now.

After realizing what Blaise was feeling, it was obvious when he saw how lowered his head was, Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes and sigh.

"Stop feeling guilty Blaise," Draco murmured out, causing Blaise to look up at him, "None of it was your fault. What's done is done, there's nothing more to it. All we can do now is plot something against that stupid prat."

Blaise looked away and stared at the floor once more, his face hardening at the mention of Harry. He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a low breath, laying his head back as he sighed deeply. Draco simply watched him, feeling a little stupid for mentioning the Harry. When Blaise had found out what happened, he had gone into a blinding rage and had attempted to go after Harry himself but Snape intervened before anything occurred. Draco wasn't there to witness the event, but he had already seen Blaise lose control before and from the rumors, he heard floating around the school, it wasn't pretty. Draco wasn't scared of many things but an angry Blaise was definitely in his top three on the list, it made him shudder to think of his terrible fury.

"It's not that I believe any of it was my fault," Blaise said quietly, seeming to have calmed himself down although Draco saw his jaw was still clenched, "I just.." He paused, sighing before he continued, "I just wish I had been there is all. I understand why you decided to go off on your own but I've always had your back as you've had mine. Seeing something like this happen to you," he gestured to his chest, "it hurts more than you think Draco. So, I'm sorry if I can't help but feel a little bad."

Blaise stood up from the chair and sat at the foot of Draco's bed. The troubled look on his face made Draco look away, he really didn't like seeing Blaise like this. A twinge of guilt tugged at him but Draco shrugged it off. He had to go through with this, he didn't have a choice and he knew that Blaise knew that. This wasn't the time to feel guilty for doing what was needed to be done.

"I don't remember being so scared or so angry in my life," Blaise said softly, "I thought I had lost my best friend."

"Well so much for not feeling guilty," Draco thought bitterly as he tried to suppress an irritated scowl.

Silence fell between the two for a while and Blaise's mood only seemed to worsen. Draco hadn't seen him like this in so long that he wasn't sure what to say. He felt that gnawing guilt again, this time he couldn't ignore it, and he fiddled with his hands. Draco was subconsciously rubbing the middle of his hand and he looked at it, his eyes lighting up. After seeing the scar, Draco knew exactly how to cheer Blaise up. He sat up excitedly, sitting next to Blaise, who hadn't moved a muscle.