rarepair_shorts Ficlet- R- When we were...
Title: When we were...
Character Pairing: Draco/Blaise
Prompt: oh how I loathe thee (most of the time)
Rating: R, possibly, maybe, just to be safe?
Word Count: 440
Summary: Blaise is being anti-social and Draco decides to see why.
Author's Notes: Canon? What is this canon you speak of? ;) First of thirteen.
Link to Prompt Table: This way...
Blaise was sulking though no one was brave enough to say so to his face. He didn't like these stupid soirées where the adults postured for one another and pretended that they were all the best of friends. He knew what was really going on as being Callista Zabini's only child had its benefits. He knew who was shagging whom, who was in debt to the small group of Purebloods that unofficially ran the Wizarding World, and who had fallen out of favour with the aforementioned group.
He tracked Draco and Theo through the room for lack of anything better to do. His mother had told him explicitly to not start a duel (as he wasn't old enough to legally have a wand) and not to harass Draco and Theo because he knew things about their fathers that would make both boys ill. He rather wanted to spill the information, just to test his mother's assessment of the two boys that would, with him, run the Wizarding World once they were of age, taking over their parents current positions. He wasn't so sure that either of them would be too terribly surprised that their fathers were shagging one another.
Draco looked over and raised a brow in question. Blaise shrugged in reply. He knew he was being more anti-social than usual, but he had been told to behave. Thus, the corner. He waited, knowing Draco wasn't too terribly patient and wouldn't let him get away with not explaining why he wasn't raising a bit of hell. Sure enough, Draco ditched Theo with Pansy and Daphne a few minutes later and made his way over to Blaise's corner.
"Why are you being boring?" Draco asked disbelievingly and a bit sullenly. "What did Callista threaten you with?"
Blaise shrugged. "Nothing. She just asked me not to mention your father and Theo's shagging each other senseless as often as possible." He grinned evilly and added, "Oh and not to duel anyone."
Draco glared and Blaise knew he was gripping his wand. A wand he shouldn't have, but when one was a member of the Founding Families, one couldn't go without a wand even at age ten. Blaise would have to trust that Draco wouldn't hex him, knowing the repercussions, not from the Ministry of Morons but from their parents.
"I loathe you," Draco hissed, turning on his heel and storming off.
"No," Blaise replied, "I don't think you do."
Draco stopped and looked over his shoulder, still glaring. "Right now I bloody well do."
Blaise just smiled smugly and resumed his prior position, mulling over how he could harass Draco in the future.