I'm Better Off. You're Better Off.

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Rewritten: 10/23/2020

[Draco]

"Whoa!" Blasie shook his head, throwing his arms up for me to stop talking. He sighed out loud and slide his Slytherin jacket off and untied his tie a little and let the length hang around his neck. "She saw the cupboard instructions? How daff can you get, Malfoy?"

"Hey!" I growled, attempting to pull my own hair out of my scalp. "It's not like I meant for it to fall out of my fucking pocket, there's a force called Gravity Blasie - its a NATURAL thing!"

"Malfoy, chill..." Blasie sighed, looking down at his shoes for a moment. "...its just cupboard instructions."

"It's just cupboard instructions?!" I almost squeaked, turning from the soaked window to face him with wide, concerned, freaking-the-fuck-out eyes. "It's an invitation, Blasie!"

"Mate, you freak out like this in front of her, over some cupboard instructions, she'll start sniffing around and figure it out." Blasie explained, attempting to calm me down. "Here!" He called, tossing me a butterbeer from his trunk.

I took a huge swig only to almost choke.

"Its fucking hot!" I scolded, glaring down at the bottle.

"Um, duh!" giggled Blasie, tipping his bottle to his lips. "They've been in my trunk!" He shrugged.

I glared over at him and slowly placed the butterbeer on my nightstand. 

"I asked if she knew..." I stated, causing Blasie to freeze.  "...I asked her if she knew, Mate and she didn't fucking say no!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Blaise pushed, suddenly more serious and tense. "Why didn't you mention this at the beginning of the conversation?!"

"I was too busy freaking about about the CUPBOARD INSTRUCTIONS!" I shouted, as our Dorm door flung itself open to reveal Professor Snape.

"Excuse me Mister Malfoy," He nodded at me, then his eyes moved to Blasie. "Mister Zambini..." and he nodded once more. "...what is with all the yelling?"

"We may have a leak." Blasie blurted out, moving across the room and gently pushing our door shut behind Professor Snape.

"A leak?" Snape rose an eyebrow and his eyes immediately shot to me. "What did you do now, Malfoy?"

Blasie snickered.

"The Cupboard Instructions that you gave me, fell out of my pocket when I was late for Herbology, and Baie Maire picked it up and returned it, but not before looking at it." I explained, as Snape's eyebrow lowered and his face remained still.

He stood in silence.

"This is huge!" Blasie added, coming back around Snape and sat on his bed. 

"Because," He paused, looking between us slowly. "she knows you want to build a cupboard?"

I rolled my eyes, "I asked if she knew, she didn't respond."

"You asked if she knew about a mission, of course she'll know now - you just asked her about it -!" Snape began to almost yell, but I interrupted him to correct myself.

"I didn't come out and ask if she knew about the mission, I asked if she knew - she just kind of looked around and frowned, then left!" I explained, pointing at our Dorm door.

Snape sighed, straighten out his outfit and glared at me.

"You need to mind your tongue, Mister Malfoy!" He simple stated and turned to leave.