Draco' pov

What am I thinking? Have I gone mental? This Is fu-

My dorm room swings open, interrupting my thoughts.

"Draco! I just realized something." Blasie states, looking so proud of himself, he could burst open.

"Hmm, what's today's life-changing idea?" I ask sarcastically.

"Hey! I know you like my daily ideas," he also knows that I won't ever admit that to his face, "Anyway, what if, I believe it's called a drum roll, so drum roll please..." I quickly obliged so I could be done with this.

He clears his throat, "What if we make amends with the Golden Trio..." he shies away from me like I'm going to hit him. I think about this idea, it would certainly earn its title of life-changing. It would make it easier for Hermione and I- no. Yes, no. Yes. This is Blaise's best idea, though I rather liked the one where we would run away to the US. I have to play this idea down a bit and keep Blaise's ego in check.

"Hmm, not your worst idea," then I get an idea, "how would we even pull that off." Once I get the specifics, which I know Zabini has already thought of, we can actually make that strangely appealing idea happen.

Blaise explains to me how we would simply go and talk to them, the Golden Trio, all three of us, presenting a united front. We'd propose our idea and apologize, hoping they'd take us seriously. Hopefully, we'd all become friends and sort out our wild differences. Hermione and I- We'd all be the most amazing and well-known group of kids since Potter's father. I could finally tell Hermi- I could finally tell everyone how I had always wanted to be friends. 

I think about how we would all laugh at the stupidity of our rivalry once we get older. I think about how we would all have kids at some point, and how all the kids would be friends. That leads me to think about who I'll marry. I think it's time to accept my own feelings and to tell Blaise.

"Ok, sure, we'll do this, but for two reasons. One, It's about effing time Pottah admits it was rude to reject my handshake," I pause, partly for dramatic effect, partly because I don't know if I should continue.

"Blaise... I have to tell you something. I... Have... these feelings f-for someone in the Golden Trio." I admit.

"Hey, it's okay that you like Harry," what! No, you dipsh-t! I'm not gay, though that might be better than what I am, in lo- strongly liking Hermione, "I still love you, mate," he grins, he knows it throws me off when people say... that word, the L word.

"No, you stupid arsehole! I like Hermione." His jaw drops. Finally, after all these years, his façade slips, I think to myself.

"Really! But I thought she's a Mud-"

"Do not call her that," I order.

"Right, so you're In Love with Granger Girl." 

"I wouldn't say it's l-l-love, but I really, really like her."

"Well, mate, if you're happy, it's cool."

"Eww, dude, don't be... What do muggles say? Greasy?" I question myself.

"They say cheesy."

"Right, I knew that. Don't be cheesy, Blaise," I order.

"Yeah, whatever"

"Well, I have a little rendevous to get to. See you later, mate."