The Italian left the room, leaving the blonde wondering how exactly he was going to break the news to his boyfriend. While you are at it, invite granger and Pansy here as well, we might need the whole group for this."īlaise let out a relieved smile, "I'll be on my way then." Get an owl to him, we will meet in Diagon Alley this evening. However, if there was a slight chance that the weasel was not actually a menace but under Dumbledore's influence, then for Harry's sake he would have to try. He did not want to see that redhead, there was a good chance he would be compelled to rip Weasel's head right off his shoulders. "And why pray tell would the weasel want to see me of all people?" Draco asked, clearly sceptical.īlaise shrugged and took the letter back, "Remember when I said i had a hunch that something was going on with Weasley beyond his usual attitude? I think this might have something to do with it."ĭraco pursed his lips and cocked his brow, " the memory charms?" when Blaise nodded in affirmation the blonde let out a long breath, "I would not exactly put it past Dumbledore to use such an underhanded trick."ĭraco tossed his head back and inhaled deeply. He watched as the blonde scanned through its contents, his brows raised in annoyance before looking up to meet his friend's gaze. The aforementioned just silently handed Draco a letter. "I would not be here if it was not important." Blaise answered, stepping up beside his best friend.ĭraco sighed and gently placed down his paintbrush before turning to face the Italian boy. It was already the 30th of December, usually, Blaise would be making preparations to celebrate the holiday with his family in Venice so it was unusual for him to be here. "You are in the manor Blaise? I assumed you would actually stay at your abode now that the the festivities are over." Even without looking, the scent of grappa and sex let him know who had walked in. He was broken out of his musing by someone entering into the room. It was peaceful, the only sound in the room was his own voice and the soft swish of his paint brushes as he painted. The room was airy and soft, filled with finished and incomplete art pieces on canvases hanging on the walls. It had been a while since Draco had come to the art room. 'This boy will be the death of me.' Draco thought in a daze. Harry was so thoughtful and sweet Draco feared he would get many cavities as their relationship progressed. He placed a hand against his heart as he recalled the shy blush on Harry's face as he handed him his christmas gift. The holiday had been most memorable this year. Draco hummed to himself as he carefully placed Harry's christmas gift to him beside the easel in front of him.
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