
-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.”
“Oh God..Malcolm. What a wanker, mate. He has a choice and he’s choosing the wrong one. You know what I just realised? We- us three- all love girls on the other side. How fucked up is that?” he sighs. “Of course, I was there duh,” he laughs. “Man, this is fucking crazy, I swear.”
He raised an eyebrow. “We all? Meaning you love Red? Well er that’s great. Congrats, mate.” He sighs. “We’re all doomed anyway, right? You might as well enjoy it on the way down. I think we’re all a little fucked up in the head, Granger and Red included. I mean, why would Granger ever be into me? She’s… perfect.” He knew he was letting too much out so he quickly took another swig of his drink to shut himself up. Merlin, what was with him today? First Malcolm and now Blaise? Was he going to tell everyone how fucking bloody perfect Hermione was? Then again, this was Blaise.
“Then why aren’t you with her right now, mate?”
He sighs. “The way I see it, that kind of pain is not worth the few moments of happiness we’d get.”