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Blaise sauntered onto the Hogwarts Express, his confident gait easily distinguishing him as a pureblood. His peers, mostly the younger years, were quick to move out of his path. As he walked down the length of the train, he peered into every compartment window. He was on the hunt for his best friend, and boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.
As he passed a compartment, he did a double take. Draco’s bright blonde hair was easily discernible, but what concerned Blaise was the giant black monstrosity rolling around in the same room.
“Dray?” Draco looked up instantly, deflating in relief as he recognized Blaise.
“Oh, thank Merlin, it’s only you. Get in here, and lock that door.” Blaise did as he was told, eyeing the large shaggy dog as he sat down.
The boys sat in silence for a few moments, Draco pointedly avoiding Blaise’s gaze. “Alright, start talking.” Draco broke, groaning loudly and throwing his back dramatically.
“Mum went out and bought this mutt –” The dog whines pitifully at the word, as if it understands Draco. “Oh hush up, you. Anyways, mum bought him, and shucked him off on me. She told me I needed a companion , can you believe that?” Draco gestured to the dog with his hand, letting it go limp and fall a moment later.
“Right,” Blaise paused, turning his gaze to the dog, which has thrown itself over Draco’s lap. “Stop! You’re getting your filthy fur on me!” Draco screeched, shoving fruitlessly at the heavy dog.
“Does he have a name?” Draco turned his glare onto Blaise as he heard the amusement in his voice, hissing at him under his breath.
“Mum said his name is Padfoot– and how atrocious is that? Padfoot…” Draco grumbles again, and Blaise has to stifle his laughter with his hand.
“That is pretty bad, honestly. Maybe you should give him a new name?” Blaise twisted around in his seat, moving to lean back against the window, and stretching his legs out in front of him.
“I tried! He only bloody responds to Padfoot. I have no idea what mum was thinking when she bought the mangy thing.” Blaise hummed for a moment.
“Maybe she wants to protect you?” He offered, tilting his head to watch Draco again.
“From what?” Draco pulled a face, his eyebrows furrowing as his gaze flickered from Blaise to Padfoot.
“That Sirius Black fellow? The one who escaped Azkaban a few months ago? He’s related to you.” Blaise points it out like it’s obvious, giving Draco a disarming smile as his expression sours.
“Yes, I think I would know who I’m related to. My name is Draco Black-Malfoy, thank you very much,” Draco stops to think, his eyes turning to stare out the window as he fervently ignores Padfoot prodding at his stomach with his muzzle. “I don’t think it’s because of him. Mum speaks of him sometimes– He’s her cousin, apparently. I don’t know much, but she never expressed fear, so.” Draco shrugs nonchalantly, succumbing to Padfoot’s puppy eyes and scratching his head.
Blaise hums again, and the compartment lapses into companionable silence. Draco lets Padfoot sprawl across his lap, huffing as he rubs the dog's belly. The dog really is huge, his body nearly dwarfs Draco, and Blaise guesses that Padfoot could be as tall as a grown wizard when on his hind legs.
“Is he always this clingy?” Draco grunts, giving Blaise a tart look. “Yes.”
“Hm,” Blaise offers Draco a wolfish grin, “I hope he doesn’t mind sharing you, then.” Before Draco can respond, Blaise pulls Padfoot off the blonde boy’s lap. The dog yips in annoyance, but Blaise pays him no mind.
“Blaise–” Blaise ignores him, opting to instead drag Draco onto his lap. Draco glares down at him, and Blaise smirks in response.
“You’re so annoying, Zabini.” Draco loops his arms around Blaise’s neck, settling in his lap and wriggling as he adjusts himself.
“Keep squirming like that and Pansy is going to be horrified when she finds us.” Draco squeaks, going still in Blaise’s lap. Blaise hears Padfoot release a distressed bark.
“You’re vile, Blaise. Absolutely terrible.” Draco presses his lips to Blaise’s a moment later, and both Slytherins melt into the kiss. Again, Blaise hears Padfoot yelp in anguish, but again, he ignores it in favour of snogging his boyfriend.