This. If there was anything that Draco hated the most, this was it. Being laughed at. His entire life he'd been groomed to hurt those who laughed at him, and he'd done it well, if one considered what he'd pulled off to fight against Potter and Weasley over the years when they'd laughed at him. But this was something more. For the first time in a long while, Draco had opened his heart out to someone and he thought Blaise would realize just what Draco had done, rather than laugh at him for his choice in who it was.
His gaze stiffened and hardened until it became the picture perfect Malfoy mask that any Malfoy knew how to wear expertly. In a split second, Draco's wand had moved from the living room to the bedroom and smacked into Draco's hand. He gripped it with white knuckles as Draco glared down his friend. The wand moved faster then anyone could see until Draco had it pointed directly at Blaise's chest. "Stop," he demanded coldly, his tone icy as Draco shifted backward, attempting to get out from under Blaise's grip. Blaise moved on his own though, and Draco pushed himself backward in defense. "Don't you bloody well dare, Blaise. I confessed the name to you, yes. I thought you might have grown up a bit from Hogwarts. Apparently," Draco remarked bitterly, "I was mistaken." Draco glared furiously downward at Blaise, the anger clearly written all over his features.