Love Bites (Harry Potter: Official Dragon Tamer, Part One)

Decisions

Saturday Evening
22 August 2009
Draco's POV

"Draco, tell me about it," Blaise drawled, drawing one knee up under his chin, gazing over at me with a knowing gaze.

Fuck.

"I've no idea what you're talking about," I sniffed, taking a sip of wine.

Anaïs was putting the little ones to bed, leaving Blaise and me out in their garden, enjoying the late-summer air.

"Quit being thick, Draco," he advised, reclining fully in his chaise lounge, fixing me with his gaze. Blaise had always had this ability to look right through you.

"There's a bloke involved," he added, sipping his wine.

"I..." I started, then stopped.

What the bloody hell was I even going to tell Blaise?

What could I tell him?

I didn't even know what the fuck was going on myself.

"I," I tried again, stopping in thought.

"Wow," Blaise cut in. "You're in for it bad."

"Shut up," I muttered, knowing it was no use to argue otherwise.

"Is there any chance of meeting this delectable bloke?" Blaise asked, smirking my way.

"Eat Voldemort's shit," I retorted, channelling my inner twelve-year-old, apparently.

Blaise caught on immediately and guffawed, heaving himself upright and bending nearly in half, he was laughing so hard.

"Oh, Draco!" he gasped. "Really? I've got to meet this one! He sounds positively delightful!"

"Tell me," he continued, reclining once more in his chair, eyes smirking over at me. "How did you two meet? When did you know it was absolute kismet? Who broke down first?"

I glared at him.

"Ouch!" he cried as my wandless stinging hex hit him full-on. "Fuck you!"

"You deserved it," I replied, taking a sip of wine.

"Did not," he countered, hazel eyes flaring. "Just trying to help out."

"Didn't ask for help," I ground out, still not willing to admit it to him.

Perhaps. Ok. Definitely, still feeling guilty for obliviating him.

"I know," he assured me, rolling his eyes. "You never do. That's why Pansy and I have to risk our sanity and well-being to help you when you need it."

This earned him another glare that would have, quite honestly, killed a lesser man.

"Draco, you can keep sending me your patented glares like they mean a shit, or you can tell me about this bloke who's got you all in a bind," Blaise informed me, settling once more into his chair.

"I don't know where to start, Blaise," I sighed truthfully.

"The beginning's usually a good place," he returned immediately. "I assume you two met on that Grindr thing?"

"Yeah."

"Ok. And?"

"..."

"Draco, seriously," Blaise rolled his eyes.

"He's fucking brilliant," I ground out.

"He is?" Blaise sniggered. "Or is it just his mouth and arse?"