"Fuck," Draco murmured on a breath at Blaise's reproachful reminder. He truly had forgotten. He was usually much more on top of keeping track of the who's and what's and when's of his life so that things like this wouldn't happen. Yet another notch on his failure tree.
Draco let out a relieved breath when Blaise loosened what he realized now were magical bonds. Within moments, he could feel the tingling sensation in his lower arms and hands that signaled the blood rushing back through them. Thank the gods.
When Blaise lifted his wrist and uttered those words, even though they were said gently, it cut him straight through the gut. Blaise knew. Mother knew. He could lie. He could claim it was an accident. But, he couldn't, because he could tell from the look in his eyes that Blaise had figured out the truth. Apparently he hadn't been as good at hiding things as he'd thought he was.