My Best Friend

Chapter 3



“Ahh…ha…ha…ahh…oh…oh. OH! BLAISE!” I panted. “Oh… I’m sure you get better every time.”



“You’re not so bad yourself Drake.” Blaise smirked, turning over to look at me.



“BITCH!” I shouted slapping his arm playfully as I sat up, “and you know I hate that nick-name.” I stood up and began dressing myself in my clothes that had been discarded around Blaise’s room in our haste to get naked.



“Which is precisely why I call you it. Where you off to? We usually have another go.” Blaise asked as he sparked up a fag, reclining lazily on his bed. Still naked bar for a thin, white sheet draped over his lower body.



“I’m tempted but my parents said they needed to talk to me about something important. So I gotta go.” I answered, pulling my t-shirt over my head. I lean over him, staring down at him, and Blaise presumably thinking I’m going to kiss him, removes the fag from his lips and puckers them. I slowly bring my face closer to his, and just as he shuts his eyes, I snatch the fag from between his relaxed fingers and stick it between my lips.



He opens his eyes to see why I hadn’t kissed him yet and notices that his fag has gone from his hand and is now in my possession.



“Hey! Give that back!” He shouts at me, rising from his reclining position to glare at me.



“You snooze, you lose,” I smile at him, “laters.” I walk out of his room, and just as I close the door I hear him shouting;



“Drake! I’m so getting you back for that!”



I’m still chuckling as I let myself out of his house, then my thoughts turn serious as I contemplate what my parents must be waiting at home to tell me. I dig my hands into my pockets and hasten my speed in my rush to get home. ‘Wonder what they’re going to tell me?’



***



“I’m home!” I shout as I walked through my front door.



“Draco, Honey, your Father and I are in the lounge.” I hear my mother shout as I’m kicking my trainers off. I walk through the hall and through the door that leads into the lounge. My Mother and Father were sitting there, in an armchair each, and my Father gestures to the sofa.



“Please Draco, take a seat, your Mother and I have something to tell you.”



“Well what is it?” I ask after no-one has said anything after a few minutes.



“Umm…” my Mother begins, I see she’s nervous by the way her hands are quivering. “Well Honey the thing is, the Potter’s have invited the three of us for dinner tonight.”



“What’s the special occasion?” I ask, growing ever more wary by the way my parents gazes shift to stare at each other, as if daring the other one to begin. In the end its my Father who blurts it out.



“Harry’s back.”



***



Lily Potter opened her door ten minutes later to find three Malfoy’s on her doorstep.



“Hello, hello, do come in. Oh Draco, I haven’t seen you for a while. You’ve grown!” Lily smiled at me.



“Thank you.” I mumbled, glairing down at my shoes.



“Harry’s upstairs cutie, why don’t you pop up and say hello. You used to be such good friends.”



Just as I was about to protest to Mrs. Potters invitation, I felt my Fathers hand grip my shoulder tightly. He leaned down and whispered into my ear.



“Draco, I know you did something to Harry Potter that made him do what he did, and if you don’t get up there right now and apologise, I’m going to stick my foot so fat up your arse, you’ll be coughing up shoelaces! Do I make myself clear!”



I turned to look into my Father’s eyes, and I saw that he was deadly serious. I gulped.



“Okay Mrs. Potter I will, is Harry’s room still at the end of the corridor?”



“Yes dear, oh and could you tell him dinner will be served in half an hour?” She asked smiling sweetly, seeing my nod she continued, “well Lucius and Narcissa, shall we go into the living room while James finishes the meal? You know how James hates it when we go into the kitchen while he’s ‘creating’.” Lily turned and lead two of the Malfoy’s into the next room.



***



I knocked on the door of Piggy Potter’s room and waited for him to answer. After I had been waiting for a couple of minutes for him to answer his door, I just decided to walk in. ‘Fat fuck probably can’t get himself out of bed.’ I turned the handle and walked in, and stopped dead in my tracks.



There doing pull-ups on the floor was a man so gorgeous he could have rivalled any Greek God for the right to have the title of Adonis. And won.



He had short cropped hair, as black as a ravens wing, I couldn’t see his face from this angle. But he had wide muscular square shoulders that tapered into a trim waist. His arms were also muscular, but not revoltingly so. He had bronzed skin, that was shining in the light due to the fine sheen of sweat covering it. The most perfect set of abs I had ever seen graced his stomach, and his lick-ably perfect hip-bones were sticking over the top of his low-slung cycling shorts. And leading down from his navel was a happy-trail I desperately wanted to get to the end of. Especially when I noticed how large the package was that was being cradled by those tight black shorts. It was then I noticed that the Adonis had stopped doing his pull ups and was staring intently at me.



I stared at his rugged jaw, covered in day-old stubble, shifting my eyes up to the full lips of the palest peach colour, higher to the slim nose. And then I reached his gaze with mine, large almond shaped eyes, spring green in colour were staring back at me. There was only two people I knew who had eyes like that, and one of them was downstairs entertaining my parents. So they could only belong to… Fuck. It was then I noticed that those perfect peach lips had twisted into a sneer.



“Don’t I get a hello Draco?”













A/N Thanks to everyone who’s reviewed so far, glad your all enjoying my story. And to kazu, thanks for the advice. How did you like this chapter?