Author name: Sky
Author email: sky [at] laloi [dot] net
Author's fanfiction or fanart homepage URL: Sky's Memories or Laloi.net
Category: Romance/smut (to be)
Keywords: Blaise, Draco, fight
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Blaise Zabini
Rating: G (nothing actully happens in this installment. ;_; )
Spoilers: None really.
Summary: You don't get one this time. XD
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, and I'm not making any money. If I was, there would be a lot more manga on my shelves, and posters on my wall. Also, I would have locked these poor boys in my closet for my own personal pleasure.
WARNING: This contains SLASH. If you flame me for it, I'll set a Norwegian Ridgeback on you.
Author's Note: This is only one of two parts. So there will be actual smut. This is just set up. Enjoy the odd relationship I've built with the rare pairing.
EDIT: The author apologizes for the confusion, but because of a small problem with saving things, the wrong draft of this was posted. It has now been updated, and if you wish to read again, I hope you enjoy it more the second time around.
One night, Draco came back to the dormitories a good deal less perfect looking than normal. His hair was ruffled, and blood was dripping from his nose, staining the front of his torn robes. He muttered the password and then stepped into the Slytherin common room, scowling as he looked around for someone who might still be there at the late hour.
No one seemed to be there. Had Draco been the type he might have sighed in relief. But he wasn't, so he didn't.
"Isn't it a bit late to be getting back to the dorm? Even for a prefect?"
Draco's silver grey eyes searched the dimly lit common room for the speaker and didn't find anyone. He frowned and reached for his wand.
Blaise stepped from the shadows, smirking faintly at him. "Does the prefect think he's better than the rest of us?" the dark-haired boy asked, almost casually, still smirking.
Draco's hand dropped and he scowled at Blaise. "I am better than you, Blaise," he snapped. A drop of blood dripped from his nose and ran over his bruised lips before he wiped it away. Blaise's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You're going to lose points for Slytherin with this constant fighting with Potter."
Draco closed the distance between them and punched the dark-haired boy hard. Blaise dropped like a stone. "Shut up about what you don't know, Blaise," Draco snapped, his knuckles already bruised, presumably from his fight with Potter earlier that night. He scowled and then turned and left the common room, heading for his own room.
From the floor, Blaise's eyes followed him from the room.
The next day only bruises remained to show that anything had happened. Draco's robes were once more spotlessly clean and there wasn't a strand of hair out of place. Blaise noticed this, of course, and the bruises as well. He noticed the sparks that crackled across the distance between Harry and Draco.
And Draco had said he didn't know what he was talking about. But then, Blaise saw more than most.
A few nights later Draco came back to the dormitories with a black eye and a split lip. He crept silently through the door, and stopped when someone coughed softly.
"Late again, Draco?" Blaise somehow appeared silently next to him, and Draco held back irritation.
"Keep your nose where it belongs, Blaise: out of my business."
"One day Snape might catch you coming back, you know. You know he hates to have to take points from Slytherin, and people will talk." Blaise smiled benignly at him and Draco was somehow reminded of a viper. Draco scowled.
"You're trying my patience, Blaise," he warned. "And that could be very dangerous for you."
"True. You're dripping blood again, and Snape wouldn't like that." Blaise took out his wand and Draco tensed. Blaise raised an eyebrow and then smiled seemingly harmlessly at him. "If I do more than stop the blood, you can hex me."
"Hn," was the blonde's only response.
Blaise raised his wand and muttered a spell under his breath. The blood stopped coming from Draco's lip and then vanished altogether. Blaise put his wand away and smirked at Draco before turning and going back to the dormitories.
It was only the next morning when Draco looked in the mirror that he realized that Blaise had also taken care of his black eye. Draco frowned.
The next week Draco limped back to the dormitory. His fights with Potter were getting rougher and more constant. He leaned against the wall in the common room, thankful that some first year Slytherin wasn't around to see him lose face. He winced sightly as he put too much weight on his ankle.
"You're getting predictable."
"Fuck off, Blaise."
"Snape is beginning to suspect. He's getting annoyed," Blaise said almost casually.
"One night it might be him meeting you here instead of me. He'll take points if he finds out about your dates with Potter." The dark-haired boy's smile never wavered.
Draco swung a fist for Blaise, and missed as the other boy stepped easily aside, catching Draco's wrist. Draco's glare was smoldering.
"You're dripping blood again," Blaise told him, still smirking at him, and didn't let go of Draco. "Snape will get annoyed if you get blood on the carpets."
"Let go, Blaise," Draco snapped and jerked his wrist away just as Blaise let go. Draco stepped back and his ankle twisted out from under him, sending him sprawling to the floor with a soft yelp and a wince.
"And you've twisted your ankle," Blaise murmured, pointing out the obvious. He crouched next to the blonde, pulling out his wand as he did.
"Fuck. Off. Blaise," Draco snapped. "I don't need-"
"Just be quiet Draco. Unless you want to go to the hospital wing and explain to Madam Pomfrey how you got a sprained ankle in your sleep." Draco just glared and Blaise smiled. Once again Draco saw a snake ready to strike. He shook his head slightly, frowning.
"Fine. Heal it, if you wish."
Blaise smirked again and placed the tip of his wand on Draco's ankle and muttered the spell. The swelling went down and the pain subsided.
After it was healed Blaise stood and offered Draco a hand. The blonde ignored it and stood. He turned, without thanks, and left the room.
Blaise smirked after him, and dropped his hand.
Again, the author apologizes for any confusion.
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