Lies taste sweeter when wrapped in debauchery: Blaise was walking around Baddock Manor, looking for Draco.

mrblaisezabini:

dracoabraxasmalfoy:

dracoabraxasmalfoy:

mrblaisezabini:

dracoabraxasmalfoy:

-drunk out of his mind- Blaise, mate! Where have you been? Red taking up all your time? -smirks-

“Yes actually,” he chuckles then notices Draco’s drunk appearance. “Woah, you okay?”

He chuckles and holds out his flask….

He groans. “Why does everyone keep saying her name? Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe I need 10 minutes without someone saying that name!” He takes another long swig and smirks. “It’s refilling, mate. Birthday present from you, I believe, last year. Don’t remember?”

“So it is about her, huh?” he says, chuckling. “I think we both got too wasted at your birthday party to even remember the presents, Draco,” he laughed.

“It’s not! It’s Malcolm. You know he might take the…” he looks around and leans in to whisper, “the Mark! The fucking Mark!” He sighs and shakes his head. “And maybe a bit about Granger. He said he saw her and she looks miserable.” He chuckles and he remembers his last birthday. “That is true. It was fun though.”