thattimeofthemonth | Open RP Post

Jake would freak out later when he wasn't so damned scared. He just needed to get them somewhere safer. So the ice cream parlor it was, but he just pulled Draco into a booth instead of getting in line.

He sat down himself, and about that time, realized his hands were shaking. One came up to run through his hair. "Bloody hell... we could have died," he whispered.

"I'm really sorry that you got pulled into that mess," Draco said in a soft tone, when he realized how upset Jake was. He was thankful that Jake had managed to keep him together while he was frightened. His own friends wouldn't have stopped him. He was the one to stop tgem and pull them out of the trouble they got in.

"I wasn't expecting to see them here and the last thing I wanted was them targetting you because of being with me."

"That's the kind of people you were talking about. ...Enemies. They didn't seem like upper crust, at all. That big one looked like a gorilla more than a rich bloke. He was going to pull a bloody gun on us..." He let out a breath and looked up to Draco, eyes wild before he slowly leaned back.

"You've got some right scary people after you, Dragon." The nickname came out with a nervous laugh, but he was trying to keep it together.

"Goyle's not the one to worry about. He's not very bright and easey to confuse. It's the other two you need to worry about," Draco replied. The nickname earned a nervous laugh from him.

"I can understand if you want to pull out now. No hard feelings if you do..." He said hestitantly. "I don't want you getting in trouble because of me."

Jake gave a bit of a shrug, though he was still tense. "Friends don't just ditch because of some arseholes. Even ones packing heat. Though... damn, you have some bollocks standing up to them. Though... you can't try to knock their blocks off. You were almost itching for it."

He gave Draco a concerned look. "There's no point in getting yourself hurt."

Draco was surprised that Jake choose to stay. Any tension evaporated and Draco relaxed complety. A smile formed that showed in his eyes. He felt for sure Jake would leave. He had every right to and that had ment a lot to him. So this was what a real friend was like, not the gang he had formed.

"I will do what I have to, too protect those I care about." He said in a firm
voice.

"I hope that doesn't meant you're going to up and leave because that happened." Because it well and certainly could depending on Draco's idea of protecting. The mention of 'care about' made a certain warmth go through him, one that brought out a hint of his normal smile.

"I can handle myself in a fight, but I also am not about to get my arse kicked if I can avoid it. That big'un was itching to start a fight."

"No, if I leave they win. I'm not giving them that luxury. I'm just going to have to figure out how to take them down a notch."
Draco replied in a determined tone. As he spoke he was already trying to think of a plan.

"Like the rest of everyone they think they can disrespect my family. To be honest, I'm glad that I'm no longer with that group. I'm ashamed to have been like them."

"Don't." That word was simple but Jake's expression was serious. He was learning more and more about Draco, step by step. So Draco had been a wanker himself hntil something had happened. Before or after his family's odd fall from grace? Either way, Draco had changed and was learning to keep on the right path. He was fairly sure of that.

"Don't mess with them. did you miss him reaching for his belt? I've no doubt that he had a knife or a gun... you don't want to mess with people like that. He could bloody well turn on you in a second. He'll know it was you." He also had no idea it was a wand, or that Draco had one of his own.

"I saw...." Draco replied with a frown. He knew what it was, but couldn't tell Jake that. Although with the story he had to go with, it was a fitting speculation on Jake's behalf. "I'll try my best to not go looking for them...but if they try to hurt you or go after myself I can't guarantee what I'm going to do. I just know I won't be playing a helpless victim."

He shook his head as he tried not to dwell on the times when they had been friends and how he used to confide in them. He didn't confide a whole lot, but from time to time he would. He knew enough not to trust them completely. When they weren't in front of a crowd they hadn't been a bad group. Especially when they were younger...but as they got older and things got darker...

"I know. I know you don't want to be. Just... don't put yourself in a situation that you could become a victim, okay? It won't help anything." A corner of his mouth lifted, a small smile.

"But we got through it, right? Nothing happened. That... that was that, hopefully." He leaned back in the booth, closing his eyes. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and the shakes were finally starting to go away. "However, I'd rather not get involved in that again if possible. If it happens, I'll be at your back, but I'd prefer it not happening to begin with."

"I will do my best to not get you involved," Draco replied in a firm voice. He neglected to agree to anything about becoming a victim as he knew he couldn't promise that. His family and friends had always been a priority over himself. The fact that Jake said he would have his back was a new thing for him. The gesture meant a lot.

He was glad they had listened this time. He wasn't so sure if it would work again. He believed that Jake's presence had thrown them off completely that they weren't sure how to react. Next time they would know better.

There was silence for a time, then Jake looked around and gave a lop-sided version of his normal smile. "Well, we're here. Do you still want ice cream or too keyed up to eat?" Trying to make things a little more normal instead of uncertain and awkward. As if they hadn't been about to get into an awful fight.

"Let's save the ice cream for another time...I'm a little to wound up right now to properly enjoy it." Draco replied feeling a little guilty about it. The night had gone pretty well up until that point. "Perhaps, the bookstore?"

"I feel you," Jake agreed, testing his weight to make sure his legs wouldn't give out. Didn't want to look like a fool. Glad when his knees didn't buckle, he offered his hand to Draco to get them out of the booth. "It isn't far. Maybe we'll even find a book you like."

He reached for Jake's hand mainly to help the other out, seeing how shaky he had been. "I've see you've taken that on as a challenge," Draco replied with a smirk. He walked alongside Jake as he followed the other to the store.

Jake dared to give Draco's hand a quick squeeze with a 'thanks' and a smile, walking along side of him as they headed for the book store. The comment made him laugh, even if it wasn't as easy as less than an hour before. "It is a challenge. There's a type of book for everyone, in my opinion. History, fiction, sci-fi, fantasy, the classics... There's so many types that something has to fall into your fancy."

He felt the quick squeeze of his hand and he wasn't sure what to make of it. There was a brief confusion in his eyes before that disappeared. Often he had seen his parents do the same thing when they felt the other needed the support. It was always subtle, but enough for them to relax of give them the strength to do what they needed to do. Pansy had been the same way at one point, but not anymore.

"I wouldn't know where to begin," he admitted. His parents had a variety of books, but he never paid them any attention.

Jake caught that confusion, but he didn't see any disgust or anything to follow. Draco was utterly confusing! Sometimes he gave off signs of interest, other times not... Maybe he didn't know himself? Jake had known from pretty mych the time he hit puberty but it wasn't easy for everyone.

Sigh. Draco could easily break his heart and he knew it.

"Well..." He thought about it, puzzling on Draco's words. "Let's start simple. Fiction or non-fiction. What interests you more - reading about stuff that already exists or did exist, or stuff that isn't real?"

For Draco it was a combination of things. One of them being to admitting to himself that he was open to both genders. And the other being not used to having someone like Jake as a friend. Both were new experiences for him.

"I've never really looked at anything that wasn't real. So maybe something in that direction?" He said after a pause.

"See, now we've gotten rid of half the books in the world," Jake said jokingly. "Not so bad. Let's see... mysteries? Trying to solve murders or criminal plots. Historical fiction... those take place in a time in history and seem like they could be real but aren't. I... don't think you're a romance kind of guy. Love stories, there. Sci-fi which all takes place in the future. Pretty fun. Fantasy... Magic, swords, Knights, castles, that sort of thing. Anything keen?"

"Lets go with the magical route," Draco replied with an amused smile. He was curious to see what the Muggles came up with. This was also Jake's interest as well, at least part.

He really didn't care about mysteries and crime considering how much Harry and his group tried to dig out what he was doing or didn't do.

Jake gave a grin that was far more like his normal one. "You're just saying that because of me," he partially teased, partially serious. "Well it's a good way to get on my good side." He chuckled, hands behind his head and lacing his fingers there. "I think you'll like fantasy."

Which made him think back, a brow coming up. "By the way, the gorilla... he mentioned something Id never heard of before. Quidditch some upper class sport us poor folk aren't aware of?" His voice kept it light, just teasing instead of trying to insult Draco's place.

"Can't blame me for trying," he replied in a teasing tone. Only to become serious again at the question.

Stupid Goyle, ruining things. He did like the nickname though. "It's a sport, but beyond that I can't go into detail." As much as he wanted to discuss the sport he knew he couldn't.

Jake frowned, looking hard at Draco. That was the last thing he expected. He bit the edge of his lip, trying to find the right words. "What do you mean, you can't go into detail?"

This sounded deeply suspicious. Was it... some sort of criminal thing? Something illegal? It didn't settle well with him.

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