((Lolol, 'it was pretty weird that Draco was a spy'. xD And yeah, sure. Dinner.))

Draco sat at the Slytherin table at dinner, not talking at all. He had spent the better part of the day locked in his dormitory, crying. Now, his eyes were only slightly red-rimmed, but he otherwise looked like a decent person.

"Are you ok?" he heard a voice ask quietly, and saw Pansy sitting down beside him. Oh well. She was better company than Blaise at a time like this.

Draco nodded to her.

"I heard about your parents," she continued in the same quiet tone, "I'm so sorry, Draco. Narcissa and Lucius were like second parents to me." And they would have been my in-laws if we marry in the future like I hope, she added in her head. 

Draco nodded again. Pansy didn't seem to mind him not talking. She continued chatting, now about classes and teachers.

Draco heard the Great Hall doors opened, and when he raised his eyes to see who was coming in, he saw it was Blaise. He scowled at the boy, resisting the urge to raise his wand. Thankfully, he saw the boy turn away, but his jaw dropped when he saw him sit at the Gryffindor table with Ron and Hermione.

"Wha-?" Pansy looked astonished too, as did the rest of the Slytherins. "Is that Blaise? Sitting with the Golden Trio minus one?"

((I totally forgot what Draco's curse was supposed to do to Harry, so I just skipped it. xD)) 

Blaise watched another person walk away from him, and winced. Maybe it would have been better if he had stayed in the dark after all.

"None of your business, Weasley," Blaise said shortly. "If Harry won't tell you, what makes you think I will?"

And he stood up and walked to the library, the only quiet place he knew he could stay calm.

~

Snape waited with Filch in his classroom, looking impatiently at the clock.

"Do not fidget with my potions, Filch!" he spat at the cleaner.

"Am sorry, Professor Snape, but they're lookin' a little dusty is all," Filch replied, cowering slightly before turning back to stare at the door.

Snape pinched his nose and ran a hand down his face. Potter better not be late, or there would be hell to pay. There was only so much time he could spend in the company of incompetents without exploding.

"You took your time, boy," Snape growled. He walked briskly to Harry, grabbed his collar and began dragging him to Filch. "There," he said disgustedly, "you may make him do whatever you wish, Filch."

And left in a billow of robes, leaving Harry and Filch alone.

"I'm gonna make you pay for what you did to Mrs. Norris," Filch said, smiling manically, "which means, I think, since you liked spending so much time in the girl's bathroom...you should have to clean Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, as well as the other five public bathrooms in the castle. Without magic." 

“How was detention with Filch last night?” Blaise asked, plopping himself next to Harry in the Great Hall. He grabbed a roll and took a ferocious bite out of it. “Did he make you clean his cat’s excrements after her nightly hunt?” He made a sour face, remembering it as once of his own punishments. He still thought it was unsafe to go near Draco at this time, who was sullenly glaring at everyone who looked like him. He could give Snape a run for his money.

((Oh sure. <3 And then Draco will get jealous, and he doesn't know why. :D))

“Looks like you’ve got good luck with the ladies,” Blaise smirked, “even the non-living want you.” He paused. “Though I must say, that punishment’s a mean one.” He made a face. “I’d take cleaning cat dung over cleaning human dung any day.” Laughing, he took a sip of his pumpkin juice.