Groaning.

     That was the only sound that could be heard from Draco Malfoy's room. And not the sexual kind either. It was more of the sad, mopey kind of groaning and it was pathetic. Blaise wanted to kill himself as he lazily dragged his feet through the halls of Malfoy Manor. He closed his eyes briefly and leaned against one of the marble pillars in the hallway of Draco's room, bathroom and library.

     For a second, the Italian pretended that his best friend was just another regular person but nope. That second didn't last very long considering it... well... only lasted for a second. He opened the door to the room at the end of the hall and frowned. Damn, he hadn't seen Draco this messy since Kindergarten.

     "Uh, you alright mate?"

     Draco sat up in shock, his face filled with shock before scowling and turning away from the door. He curled in on himself a little bit more while ignoring the fact that his best friend had just walked into the room.

     "Come on Draco, sadness doesn't look good on you." He sang, tugging off the blanket but struggled considering the blond was actually pretty strong. Blaise heard him mumble something under his breath and stared at him with an annoyed look, "I swear you better not have said that you look good all the time."

     "I'd hate to lie Zabini." He drawled, grey eyes glaring holes into him as he sat up for a couple seconds. Before he got to go back to moping Blaise had pounced on him like a cat. And if the Italian were to say he screeched like a cat, Draco would deny it a million times. He struggled in his grip for a few seconds, trying to get away from the hands holding him down but stopped since it was useless.

     And he really just wanted to go back to sleep.

     "You better wake the fuck up right now Draco or I will drag Daphne and Tracey into this."

     Okay, that was pretty scary. Draco shuddered and tried to sit up, succeeding when Blaise let go of his wrists in favor of sitting criss-cross on his bed. Tracey Davis was Daphne's friend outside of their inner circle. She was a sweet little angel. Straight As and volunteers at an old people home, which is actually true.

     But that sweet little act made it easier to lure people into her trap. She was smart for a reason and calculating, if it wasn't for the fact that she didn't approve of her best friend dating Theo she would've been a great member of their inner circle.

     When Tracey and Daphne did agree on something, woah. If it went against your beliefs then prepare to be crushed. Like a cookie on the bottom of a shoe. No, like an ant.

     "Is there any reason for you to get involved in this Blaise?" He asked with a raised brow, yawning quietly since he really was asleep before. For like, twenty seconds. 

     "Because you're a fucking car crash mate. You're nothing without your, and I quote from two months ago, main bitch."

    "When have I ever called her that??"

    "Party at Goyle's, you were drunk, the details aren't that important." Blaise declared with a shrug, crossing his arms. 

     Draco's eyes crossed and he was about to ask more questions but decided against it. "So why are you here again?"

     "To convince you to man up and talk to Pansy."

     "How?" The blond asked, a bit tentative considering he didn't want to do anything involved with him getting away from this soft, beautiful bed. The smirk he got as an answer did not work to cease any of his worries.

     Shit.