Draco Malfoy, Broken

Chapter 30 - What Friends Are For

30-What Friends Are For

Published: 11/22/2018

Happy Turkey Day! ...or Tofu Day if you are disinclined to partake in the consumption of animal flesh.

Blaise was fuming as he led Theo and Daphne back to the South Tower. That fucking Defense Against the Dark Arts professor needed to get his ass beat. Seven fucking hours of doing nothing but sit in silence, with no reading or talking. Blaise had spent his time in detention plotting revenge fantasies. That professor would regret offending him and tormenting Draco. Never give a Slytherin time to plot.

"Hurry up," he grunted, quickening his pace. Theo and Daphne struggled to keep up.

Draco should be in his bed, preferably asleep by this time. If it all had went well, that is. Blaise was hoping, anyway. None of them had class tonight, so they could have escorted Draco to and from his class, but that asshole put them all in detention. Even Daphne who had not said or done anything wrong.

Blaise burst into the common room. Hermione was sitting by the fire, engrossed in a book. She looked confused by the Slytherins' sudden appearance, but all three went straight to where they hoped Draco would be. Blaise removed the wards and opened the door to the empty room.

"Shit."

"He would have gotten out of class... three hours ago. Oh no!" Daphne said, horrified.

"Maybe he went to the library?" Theo said, hoping feebly.

"Yeah, right. He wouldn't do that. We are going to have to go out and look for him. Daph... stay here... me and Theo will split up."

"I can help."

"Are you sure?" he asked. He didn't doubt her ability, just her desire to fight back. She was still grieving.

"I'm not useless, Blaise," she growled indignantly.

"Sorry... you've been so... fine, come on. Draco had class on the third floor. I couldn't picture him going downward... so I'll go down to his classroom and work my up. You two split up and search the floors going down to three. If you find him, send the signal."

They nodded and all went down the stairs and out of the dorm. Blaise nodded to each of them and set off almost running down to the third floor. The classroom was empty, but he saw Draco's bag was under one of the desks. That wasn't a good sign. He grabbed it and looked down all the hallways nearby, but he saw nothing. He looked through the fourth floor and finally made it to the fifth. Taking paths that they hadn't walked, yet.

Near the prefect's bathroom, he saw a gruesome sight. Draco was lashed to the statue outside, bleeding and motionless. His face was swollen and bruised. Blaise sent out the signal, a crow's screech, and hurried over to his best friend.

"Dray! Can you hear me?" he asked, as Draco lifted his grey eyes to his. "Are you okay?"

Blaise cupped his chin gently and Draco's docile eyes stared back at him with no recognition. He didn't answer or show any sign that he heard him.

"I'm going to release you, okay?" Blaise murmured and Vanished the ropes.

Draco nearly fell to the ground, but Blaise caught him.

"I got you," he promised, easing Draco to a sitting position on the floor.

"Blaise!" Theo called and Daphne came up behind him. "Is he o...."

"I don't know, Theo. He hasn't answered me. I found him covered in blood and tied to the statue."

"Those motherfuckers... I'll fucking kill them," Theo growled and Draco shuttered and lowered his eyes to the floor.