I come with a new-ish fic
Title: Play the Game
Author: Lelek
Rating: R {for language}
Pairing: Draco/Blaise
Summary: Draco decides that he's tired of Blaise's lies.
Notes: This was a request from vexiphem
"Blaise, I want to talk to you."
Blaise acted as though he hadn't heard Draco, or perhaps he really hadn't, immersed as he was in one of those Muggle books he was so fond of.
"Blaise! I said that I want to talk to you. Would you pay attention?" Draco sighed, annoyed.
Slowly, painfully slowly, Blaise looked up from the pages of his book, his dark eyes made even more unreadable by the shadows thrown across them by the fall of his hair.
"Yes?" He was perfectly calm, as though Draco had not been nearly shouting at him a moment before, as though Draco had only just shown up at his chair, as though he had been paying attention all along. And, who could tell with Blaise? Maybe he had been and it was the focus on his book that had been the act.
Draco glanced around quickly, gauging the other occupants of the common room. "Can we take a walk?"
Blaise raised his eyebrows ever so slightly. "I thought you said that you wanted to talk."
"I do, but not here."
An elegant shrug, Blaise's signature form of communication (amazing, the things he could convey with a single shrug), and he set down his book, delicately, as though it was a treasured artefact that might shatter. He then seemed to have second thoughts, because his fingers hesitated a moment and he picked it up again.
"Come on, Blaise, what do you want me to do - beg?" Draco folded his arms across his chest. He knew that it made him look like a sullen child, but he didn't care.
"I'm coming, Draco, be patient. However, if I leave my book here, I will return to find that it has gone missing. Such things have happened before. And I'm rather partial to this one." With that, he gracefully unfolded himself from his armchair and stepped into his shoes. "Lead the way."
Draco sighed again, and led Blaise out of the common room and into the cold corridor to a quiet corner, close enough to the common room entrance to evade any prowling teachers, far enough not to be overheard.
"Well?" Blaise inquired, still completely calm, "What do you want to talk about? And please try to make it mercifully quick, it's fucking freezing." He hugged his book tightly to his chest and waited expectantly.
Draco found that, when standing face-to-face with Blaise, it was a hell of a lot harder to say the things that had seemed perfectly eloquent in the solitude of the boys' dorm. He hesitated, suddenly unsure.
Finally, he managed to say it, rather quickly and not at all with the cool composure he had envisioned. "Blaise, I'm tired of you lying to me. You never answer any of my questions and none of the things you do say are completely honest. I'm not stupid, Blaise, I know that you're lying to me. And I want you to stop. All right?"
For once in his life, Blaise was caught with nothing to say. He looked at Draco for a moment, blinked once, twice, and then drew in a breath.
"What do you want me to say, Draco?" His voice was soft and no less calm than before, but he seemed almost… frightened wasn't quite the word… a bit edgy was closer.
That wasn't the response that Draco had wanted. "I want you to be honest with me, Blaise. That's all. I'm honest with you, why can't you return the bloody favour? I want you to tell me about your politics, what you think about the war, not skirt the questions and then tell me what you think I want to hear. I want to hear what you think, you twat, that's why I'm asking. I want you to tell me about your family, why my father says that you're all mad. I want you to answer me when I ask you about those damn Muggle books you read over and over again. I want you to stop keeping secrets from me because you think that I don't want to know. If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't ask. I just want you to answer my questions honestly, not lie or just ignore them entirely."
Blaise was looking at him. Just looking. One of those Blaise looks. The ones that made Draco feel as though Blaise was seeing him and not seeing him at the same time. The ones that made Draco squirm a bit because it felt as though his soul (whatever that was) was on display, that there was nothing about him that Blaise couldn't see.
And then he smiled. A real smile, or as close to it as Draco had ever seen on Blaise's lips.
"You want to know my secrets, Draco?" he whispered, "All the dark secrets lurking in my head?" He laughed, as though he had said something funny. "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes, Blaise, I really want to know. Are you going to tell me, or are we finished, you and I?"
"Oh, I'll tell you, Draco. But not now because right now I am going to finish my book. I'll tell you everything later."
Draco nodded, he could wait the hour or so it would take Blaise to read his book.
"I'm going to hold you to your word, Zabini, you aren't getting out of this."
"You doubt my word?" He smirked. "Draco, I'm hurt."
He didn't wait for a reply, turning on his heel to go back to the common room to his armchair in the corner where he could read his book in peace.
"Oh, and, Draco?" He half turned back. "To answer the question you didn't ask: yes, I did fuck Terry Boot - I was terribly annoyed with you, you know - and no, I won't be doing it again. I usually try to be loyal to my boyfriends, and, besides, he wasn't any good, anyway."
Author: Lelek
Rating: R {for language}
Pairing: Draco/Blaise
Summary: Draco decides that he's tired of Blaise's lies.
Notes: This was a request from vexiphem
"Blaise, I want to talk to you."
Blaise acted as though he hadn't heard Draco, or perhaps he really hadn't, immersed as he was in one of those Muggle books he was so fond of.
"Blaise! I said that I want to talk to you. Would you pay attention?" Draco sighed, annoyed.
Slowly, painfully slowly, Blaise looked up from the pages of his book, his dark eyes made even more unreadable by the shadows thrown across them by the fall of his hair.
"Yes?" He was perfectly calm, as though Draco had not been nearly shouting at him a moment before, as though Draco had only just shown up at his chair, as though he had been paying attention all along. And, who could tell with Blaise? Maybe he had been and it was the focus on his book that had been the act.
Draco glanced around quickly, gauging the other occupants of the common room. "Can we take a walk?"
Blaise raised his eyebrows ever so slightly. "I thought you said that you wanted to talk."
"I do, but not here."
An elegant shrug, Blaise's signature form of communication (amazing, the things he could convey with a single shrug), and he set down his book, delicately, as though it was a treasured artefact that might shatter. He then seemed to have second thoughts, because his fingers hesitated a moment and he picked it up again.
"Come on, Blaise, what do you want me to do - beg?" Draco folded his arms across his chest. He knew that it made him look like a sullen child, but he didn't care.
"I'm coming, Draco, be patient. However, if I leave my book here, I will return to find that it has gone missing. Such things have happened before. And I'm rather partial to this one." With that, he gracefully unfolded himself from his armchair and stepped into his shoes. "Lead the way."
Draco sighed again, and led Blaise out of the common room and into the cold corridor to a quiet corner, close enough to the common room entrance to evade any prowling teachers, far enough not to be overheard.
"Well?" Blaise inquired, still completely calm, "What do you want to talk about? And please try to make it mercifully quick, it's fucking freezing." He hugged his book tightly to his chest and waited expectantly.
Draco found that, when standing face-to-face with Blaise, it was a hell of a lot harder to say the things that had seemed perfectly eloquent in the solitude of the boys' dorm. He hesitated, suddenly unsure.
Finally, he managed to say it, rather quickly and not at all with the cool composure he had envisioned. "Blaise, I'm tired of you lying to me. You never answer any of my questions and none of the things you do say are completely honest. I'm not stupid, Blaise, I know that you're lying to me. And I want you to stop. All right?"
For once in his life, Blaise was caught with nothing to say. He looked at Draco for a moment, blinked once, twice, and then drew in a breath.
"What do you want me to say, Draco?" His voice was soft and no less calm than before, but he seemed almost… frightened wasn't quite the word… a bit edgy was closer.
That wasn't the response that Draco had wanted. "I want you to be honest with me, Blaise. That's all. I'm honest with you, why can't you return the bloody favour? I want you to tell me about your politics, what you think about the war, not skirt the questions and then tell me what you think I want to hear. I want to hear what you think, you twat, that's why I'm asking. I want you to tell me about your family, why my father says that you're all mad. I want you to answer me when I ask you about those damn Muggle books you read over and over again. I want you to stop keeping secrets from me because you think that I don't want to know. If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't ask. I just want you to answer my questions honestly, not lie or just ignore them entirely."
Blaise was looking at him. Just looking. One of those Blaise looks. The ones that made Draco feel as though Blaise was seeing him and not seeing him at the same time. The ones that made Draco squirm a bit because it felt as though his soul (whatever that was) was on display, that there was nothing about him that Blaise couldn't see.
And then he smiled. A real smile, or as close to it as Draco had ever seen on Blaise's lips.
"You want to know my secrets, Draco?" he whispered, "All the dark secrets lurking in my head?" He laughed, as though he had said something funny. "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes, Blaise, I really want to know. Are you going to tell me, or are we finished, you and I?"
"Oh, I'll tell you, Draco. But not now because right now I am going to finish my book. I'll tell you everything later."
Draco nodded, he could wait the hour or so it would take Blaise to read his book.
"I'm going to hold you to your word, Zabini, you aren't getting out of this."
"You doubt my word?" He smirked. "Draco, I'm hurt."
He didn't wait for a reply, turning on his heel to go back to the common room to his armchair in the corner where he could read his book in peace.
"Oh, and, Draco?" He half turned back. "To answer the question you didn't ask: yes, I did fuck Terry Boot - I was terribly annoyed with you, you know - and no, I won't be doing it again. I usually try to be loyal to my boyfriends, and, besides, he wasn't any good, anyway."