Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 16

Draco's POV:

Draco watched as Blaise walked into the infirmary with a wide smile plastered upon his face.

He assumed it was due to the candy. Blaise always loved Honeydukes.

"I brought you Every Flavor Beans!" Blaise announced.

"Oh no, now I might have to taste bogey!" Draco whined.

Blaise chuckles and sits beside him before taking out a white-colored bean. He pops it into his mouth and gags.

"Dirty sock! Bleh!" He shouts, spitting it into the nearest trash bin. However, that slight smile still remained.

"What in the world are you grinning about?" Draco asks.

"What do you mean?" Blaise asks, taking another bean out of the box and popping it into his mouth.

"You just ate dirty sock and you're still smiling like a buffoon."

"Ooh, strawberry!" Blaise says happily.

Draco groans, "Answer the bloody question!"

"Good Merlin, fine!" Blaise sighs and leans in to whisper, "I hugged Neville... And we went to Honeydukes together."

"As a date?!" Draco whispers back, a smile slowly creeping on his face.

"Not exactly... But I can pretend." Blaise smirks.

"That's pretty sad." Draco jokes.

"Not as sad as you accidentally proclaiming your love to Potter and ending up here because he thinks you're crazy," Blaise says, popping in another bean. "Ugh, ear wax!"

"Eww, get those away!" Draco shouts.

"You didn't want any?" Blaise asks, holding out the box to Draco.

"No, those things are disgusting!" Draco shouts, pushing them away.

"Wait! I have cauldron cakes! Well, one. We can half it!" Blaise suggests.

Draco looks at the paper Blaise was holding earlier and notices it's a receipt. "It says you bought nine of them!"

"They were Neville's!" Blaise replies.

"You're hopeless." Draco says, his eyes widening as he read on, "Are you trying to fatten him up?!"

"No! I just wanted to buy him things." Blaise says.

"Seriously, you are hopeless. Slytherin's don't go to Honeydukes and spend all their galleons on a boy."

"He's not just a boy!" Blaise says, his brows furrowed in anger.

"Regardless, Slytherin's don't do that. If anything that's what Hufflepuff's do."

"Are you calling me a Hufflepuff?" Blaise asks, clearly offended. Draco couldn't help but smirk.

"A hopeless, romantic little Hufflepuff. Whipped, as they say." Draco teases.

"Don't worry, whenever you and Potter get together I'll get you back."

Draco scoffs, "That'll never happen."

"Aww, is Draco sad about that? What a Hufflepuff." Blaise smirks.

"Shut up!" Draco pushes him back, making Blaise giggle.

"Uh, Draco?" A familiar voice spoke.

They both look towards the foot of the bed to see Harry standing there quietly.

"H-hey, Harry," Draco says nervously.

"Uh... How are you feeling? Did Madame Pomfrey discover what was wrong with you?" Harry asks.