"Well, fuck me. Don't tell me you've already made your way through the women of the continent, Blaise." Draco smirked, and Blaise felt his stomach drop as he noted how Draco's eyes stayed almost unnaturally empty. This was something he remembered well. Draco would walk, talk, eat, sleep, drink like a normal person but one look at his eyes and you knew there was something haunting him. The spark that had lived in his friend for so long had died, and it was clearly visible in his stormy grey eyes.