Diagon Alley. As usual this time of year it was full of students and parents alike, bustling along the cobbled streets packages in hand. School was just around the corner and some last minute shopping was in order. Small, quaint shops ran up and down the street selling the finest of the wizarding world. The weather was normal for an England summer, dull and dreary on the chilly side. The loud chorus of voices, the occasional excited shout or scream from a child, and the brazen laughter of young boys surrounded the pair as they glided through the crowd.
Well, gliding wasn't really what Draco was doing. Stalking was more the word. Proud stiffening of the shoulders and purposeful strides that made people clear the way whether they wanted to or not. Sneer placed firmly on his lips, he was the perfect picture of intimidation. Younger children cowered away, shrinking toward their parents or huddling with their friends. Girls looked on at the pale wizard with a mixture of fear and desire. All having that similar fantasy about resident bad boy, Draco Malfoy.
Blaise was doing more of the gliding, a bored expression on his handsome face as his eyes looked passively at the people thrumming about them. His effect was less intimidating but the female population tended to give him the same lusty looks they gave his blonde friend. Though Blaise was not notoriously known as the bad boy, the mystery surrounding the quiet Slytherin attracted quite a lot of female attention.
They had already bought their parchment and paper, new robes, and some dragon skinned boots that Draco just *had* to have. All they needed now were just books, as this being their 7th year, they had an extensively large amount of books that they needed to buy.
"Come on, I have to get my skin ointment." the raven-haired boy said, not bothering looking at Draco.
Draco smirked, a pale eyebrow arching elegantly. "You and your lotions. You better watch out, Zabini, people might start thinking you're a pouf," he taunted.
Blaise admonished him with a glare, "Stupid git." he muttered.
The blonde gave him a cheeky wink before nodding his head at their intended direction.
Knockturn Alley. The place where young witches and wizards stopped near but never entered. Proper young girl's looked down the alley, blushing and giggling before turning away and walking swiftly back to safer areas. Self-important and arrogant boys dared each other to go down, fake bravado let them take a few steps into the forbidding alley before turning back around and making a stuttering excuse on how they *could* do it, they just didn't want to right now.
Of course, being who they were, the pair walked down the alley without hesitation. In reality, they had no reason to fear the menacing alley. Their fathers were well-known, as were the consequences of harming them. If the boys didn't give retribution themselves, there were bound to be many enemies to gain by attacking them
The foul stench of filth that permeated through the air didn't distinctly bother them but Draco's nose wrinkled in distaste as they made there way down the alley. Pale, hardened faces walked past them, no one looking each other in the eye. Paranoid, furtive glances over their backs because someone just might hex you because you looked at them wrong.
Yes, this was Knockturn Alley all right.
As they walked into their designated shop, they were hit with the strong smell of herbs and incense. A contrast from the chilly air outside the shop was unnaturally warm making it uncomfortable for all parties. A small, frail looking man with large eyes that eerily reminded them of Trelawney looked up at them. "Ah, Mr. Zabini, Mr. Malfoy, how pleasant to see you," the man said politely enough.
Blaise gave the man a minuscule nod while Draco just glared.
Seemingly not expecting any more then that, the small man quickly made his way to the back of the store. His large eyes quickly scanned contents of a certain shelf with self-assured precision. He made a pleased sound in his throat as he reached up and grabbed a small dark violet jar filled with some kind of creamy substance. He approached the counter, placing the jar carefully on the wood surface. Blaise strode over to the counter, reaching into his cloaks and pulling out a bag that jingled with Galleons. He set the bag precariously on the counter and grabbed the jar, just as quickly hiding it within his cloaks.
"Thank you, Mr. Mannon," Blaise said tightly, his face resigned.
Christoph Mannon nodded. "And will young master Malfoy be need anything?" he asked looking expectantly at Draco.
Draco's lip curled, "Yes, perhaps something for my hair. Sometimes it's a bugger to control," he said sarcastically. He didn't like this place, he didn't like this man, and he didn't like that he knew their secret.
Mannon smiled pleasantly but his eyes iced over, the man took his profession very seriously, "As always, your humor is most refreshing," but his voice said otherwise.
Draco was about to say something about the man's imperious tone before a hand on his arm stopped him short. He looked at Blaise who shook his head, his indigo depths deadly serious, "Come along, Draco. I believe we've taken up too much of this man's time already," he said, his voice monotone.
Draco's jaw clenched but he nodded. With one last glare towards Mannon, he pushed his way out of the shop with Blaise in tow. Once outside, Draco whirled angrily around at Blaise. "I won't have you embarrassing me in front of that miserable old man," he growled.
Blaise looked at him coolly, his tone insufferably calm, "And I won't have you acting like an ass in front of Mr. Mannon."
The blonde scowled, his temper reaching exceptionally high levels. He hated being embarrassed. His father had been exceptional at the task, degrading him in front of countless people. But he hated it even more when it came from his lover, who could have him flushing with embarrassment with a few well-placed words.
His teeth clenched so hard that his jaw hurt and he decided that he needed to go cool off before things got out of hand and one of them ended up hexed. Any other person in the world, he would of simply hexed them and be done with it. But, unfortunately, this wasn't any other person in the world. This was Blaise. "I need to restock my potion supplies. I'll meet you at Flourish and Blotts," he said, already stomping away and not waiting for Blaise's reply or retort.
The raven-haired wizard watched the blond stalk out of the alley acting every bit like a petulant child. He should have known after Draco's antics the last time they had come to visit this shop that it was best for Draco to just wait for him at the bookstore. His best friend resented Mr. Mannon for some reason, never failing to make a snide remark or glare to the point of being annoying whenever they came here. Of course, there was little chance that Draco would have actually allowed Blaise to send him along without visiting Mannon's shop, the blond rather protective and not fond of the dark Slytherin venturing into Knockturn Alley alone despite knowing that he could take care of himself.
Draco was definitely a complex young man, being spoiled and attention-seeking one minute and fierce and loyal the next. Blaise had little doubt that there was nothing the blond would not do for him just as there was nothing he would not do for his lover. They were devoted to one another. In many ways, they were each other's world, neither having parents that were around, seeking solace and friendship and love in each other throughout the years.
They depended on one another, finding companionship, trust, attraction, and love as they had grown closer as they got older. They needed each other. No one knew, of course, except for his parents. Narcissa, and Mr. Mannon, who had guessed the exact nature of their relationship the first time Draco had accompanied him to the shop for his specially made lotion, making a remark that had come close to getting him hexed by Draco and had forever earned him the blond's loathing.
Some of the Slytherins suspected that their friendship was perhaps more than strictly platonic, but no one dared suggest such a thing for fear of a hexing from the two powerful wizards. While they were at Hogwarts, no one would find out the true nature of their relationship. After Hogwarts, well, neither one particularly cared what was said when they would not be forced to hear about it constantly. They both looked at it as a game of sorts, one of many shared secrets between the two, and took great pride in keeping their Housemates guessing and never doing anything to confirm their beliefs one way or another.
Blaise exited Knockturn Alley, his indigo eyes doing a quick perusal of the street, taking note of anything that might possibly affect him. He walked towards Flourish and Blotts, the smells of the street a bit overwhelming. There were many scents in the air. Perfumes, flowery and nauseating when mixed together, sweat from the many people milling around, Hinweed, a form of wizarding tobacco that the older wizards adored but that he thought personally smelled like dirty socks, and a variety of other aromas that were enough to cause his eyes to narrow and his pace to quicken as he sought escape from the repulsive odors.
He stopped at a corner of the sidewalk in order to avoid being splashed by two children, having predicted the moment their splash would hit the walkway, swiftly hurrying past them once the threat of having nasty water splashed on his robes was removed. He was oblivious to the admiring glances from passing witches, having no interest in their flirtatious smiles or fluttering of eyelashes. Neither Blaise nor Draco was a lover of wizards, the exception being each other, both appreciating a beautiful witch and both having bedded a few in their day before they became involved. He simply had no interest in a relationship with anyone, his schoolwork, life in general, and Draco keeping him quite busy enough without adding some chatty and meddlesome female to the weight all ready on his broad shoulders.
The raven-haired Slytherin reached Flourish and Blotts not very long after leaving Mannon's shop, having maneuvered the crowded streets of Diagon Alley effortlessly, moving with swiftness and grace that one would not expect from his tall and lanky frame. As he entered the bookstore, his full lips curved into a very faint hint of a smile. He loved the scent of books, the older the better. He had two favorite locations at his family's home, the library being one of them. He had spent many hours in the Zabini library, resting on pillows before the fire and reading any variety of books.
A large part of the collection had been obtained by him, the dark Slytherin having a fondness for books from the time he was able to read at the early age of three. He had bypassed the typical wizarding children books by the time he was six, reading texts and fully comprehending what he read. If he happened upon words or descriptions he did not understand, he researched until he had the answers. He found comfort in knowledge, in having most of the answers, that being one area of his life that he could control easily, the raven-haired wizard rather fond of knowing more than most of his associates.
He took great pride in his intelligence, quietly scoring higher than most students in his year, unlike Draco in his need to flaunt his superiority. Blaise was content knowing that he was in the top of his class, having no need to make sure everyone knew it. He was not at all like that smug Gryffindor Granger, who constantly walked around Hogwarts with her know-it-all attitude and need for everyone to admit that she was the most brilliant witch at the school in decades.
Blaise had rarely given the brunette witch much thought, acknowledging privately that she was, indeed, intelligent and observing her with the same detached amusement in which he watched the majority of his classmates. She was one of a handful of students that had earned his respect with her devotion to her studies and keen mind, though he found many of her traits bothersome and annoying and she'd never been the subject of serious concentration or thought.
However, since his surprising appointment as Head Boy and Draco's firm belief that the curious and interfering Gryffindor would be Head Girl, a belief that Blaise had to agree with after careful deliberation of the chances of the other witches in their year receiving the honor, he had spent many hours trying to recall what he had could about the brunette witch. They would be sharing a Common Room together as well as working together quite closely, neither a positive prospect.
True, it would be beneficial to have a Head Girl that was responsible and bright and willing to share the duties their position required, Blaise loathed the idea of sharing his personal space with anyone. It had taken him over a decade before he was somewhat comfortable around Draco sharing his life and they were best friends and lovers. The idea of having some stranger invading his space, especially a nosy and bossy witch like Granger, caused far more anxiety that he dared even allow Draco to observe.
Blaise had spent six years with his privacy intact, blending into the shadows of the castle, remaining overlooked and unnoticed by his classmates as well as a majority of his Professors. He knew he was handsome, not having the same arrogance about his looks as Draco but capable of looking into a mirror and seeing what others saw as well as receiving the appreciative looks from witches and a few wizards as he got older. Draco was better looking, in Blaise's opinion, with a far more attractive body, muscular and defined instead of tall and skinny, but the dark Slytherin knew he was considered handsome by many.
It took him far more energy to remain mysterious and ignored because he was rather attractive, but he had been successful over his years at Hogwarts, insuring that he was never the center of attention and the forgotten Slytherin. With this appointment as Head Boy, every bloody student at the school would know his name and his face. He'd not be able to fade into the background and find escape from unwanted attention. His anonymity had been taken away by that silly metal badge, and, to make matters even worse, he was most likely going to spend the majority of his time with the most curious and meddlesome witch at the entire blasted school.
For the first time since his initial year at Hogwarts, Blaise Zabini was not calm and relaxed in regards to his expectations for the upcoming school year. His famed control of his life and manipulation of those around him to suit his needs and desire to be ignored were at a loss as he embarked on a year that was uncertain and unpredictable, two things Blaise found most undesirable.
He thrived on maintaining order in his life, being organized and predicting exactly what would occur so that he could have his reactions firmly in place beforehand. He avoided chaos and attention, remained reserved and aloof from the events around him, kept his emotions firmly in check when in public, and valued his privacy amongst the majority of things in his life, his family, Draco, and his books being the few exceptions.
Draco had assured him that everything would be fine during their final year at Hogwarts, that nothing would change. Blaise, however, knew such a statement was wishful thinking. It would be changed the moment he stepped onto the train with that badge secured to his robes. He would receive stares and notice from those that had never paid him any attention in the past and he would be sharing a part of his life with some witch that he did not know at all and had no desire to know, the idea of it being Granger just making it far worse. Had it been a quiet but studious Ravenclaw or even a friendly but controllable Hufflepuff, he would not have been quite as nervous.
Granger, though, was definitely not someone he could manipulate into leaving him alone and she was not controllable in the slightest. She was also not quiet, though she was studious, and he had no idea if she was friendly, though from his observations of her, she seemed to be kind and personable. He frowned as he walked amongst the aisles collecting their books, wishing he had paid more attention to the girl during the years. Draco had been no help at all, the blond's opinion of Granger prejudiced after six years of challenging her for top marks or arguing in class and often having the smug brunette win such debates with a prim smile and triumphant gleam in her eyes.
Blaise knew she was Potter's friend, had helped defeat Voldemort so she must be somewhat brave, was rather insufferable with her smug intellectual superiority and didn't seem to have many friends except for Potter and Weasley, though she seemed to be respected and liked by her classmates. She often studied alone in the library. She was not fond of Quidditch judging from the bored expression she had during the games. She had no close female friend that he'd ever noticed. She was loyal to those she considered friend.
She was opinionated to the point of being obnoxious. She seemed to have a passion for lost causes if her interest in the rights of House Elves and various other unusual topics was any indication. She was far too curious and never liked not knowing an answer to a question, a trait that he also possessed. And she and Draco loathed one another and were not afraid to let anyone know of their mutual dislike in loud, insulting, passionate arguments, those being the rare times that he had witnessed her lose control of her emotions.
In six years, that was all he had noticed about Granger. It was fortunate that he had observed that much, since he rarely paid attention to his classmates. He had considered her a threat to his marks, though, so he had analyzed the enemy and determined her strengths and weaknesses and eventually realized that she was one student that might be even more determined and fond of learning than even he. He would have to figure out the way to avoid her notice, to cause her to dismiss him without hesitation and not grow curious or friendly.
The dark Slytherin would analyze her once again, just as he had during their first term at school, and he would then quietly draw away in such a way that he avoided her interest and soon became forgotten once again. Once he had accomplished that, successfully avoiding Granger's nosiness or attempts at, Merlin forbid, a friendship, then he believed that the remainder of his year could be easily controlled with a bit of planning and thought.
Blaise moved towards the back of the store as his thoughts drifted from Granger, the upcoming school year, and his new position as Head Boy to Draco and where the sulking prat was hiding instead of coming to join him at the bookstore. Several books were cradled against his chest, his arms long and holding them easily, the weight of the texts not causing even a slight annoyance, but his indigo eyes narrowing as he grew impatient waiting for his lover. Blaise knew without a doubt that Draco was deliberately taking his time arriving at Flourish and Blotts as a means of repaying him for chastising him in front of Mannon, the blond fully aware that the dark Slytherin was just as protective as he and wasn't fond of him wandering alone, preferring to have him nearby whenever possible.
The bookstore was not overly crowded, which was a bit unusual considering every student needed books for school. Of course, he and Draco had arrived at Diagon Alley in the middle of the afternoon, after a majority of parents had all ready taken their children shopping and left to return home to prepare for the upcoming classes. They had been having the laziest summer and neither had wanted to get out of bed before noon, shagging leisurely until they'd taken a shower together and then dressed for their visit to London. This was the last stop of their shopping expedition, thankfully. Blaise wanted to return home and have a glass of brandy with his lover, enjoy the last few days before they'd be back at Hogwarts and unable to be as carefree and lazy.
He was reaching for the required Potions text when a lovely smell drifted past him. Blaise sniffed the air softly, inhaling the scent of vanilla and jasmine and something he couldn't identify. The raven-haired wizard casually looked around his immediate vicinity, trying to locate the source of the intoxicating aroma of innocence and sin that had captivated him. Full lips curled into a frown as he saw no one that could possibly smell that beautiful. With a narrowing of his eyes, he retrieved the books and then turned around, his indigo eyes sweeping the aisles that were possible to view from his location.
Moving quietly, he walked to the next aisle over, his eyes seeing a witch leaning against the bookshelves with an opened book in her hands. He felt something pulling at him when he saw her, his brow arching as he took a step closer, unable to look away from her. Blaise didn't like this at all, trying to determine why she seemed somewhat familiar, wishing she would look up so he would know who it was that was affecting him in such an unfamiliar way.
Her hair was a lovely shade of brown, falling down her back and across her shoulders in thick unruly curls, not tight curls like his hair after a shower, but loose and wild curls that nearly reached her arse. The colors in her hair were amazing, a shade much like the trees in the forest around his family's estate the most dominant, with lighter shades of brown mixed in. He knew instantly that it was natural, the colors blending together in an aesthetic that appealed to him, though many would dismiss the shade as simply brown.
She was tall for a witch, though shorter than Draco, he could easily kiss her forehead if she was standing in front of him. He couldn't make out her shape beneath the loose robe she was wearing, but judging from the way the material draped on her, she was slender but curvaceous. He was tempted to remove his wand and discretely remove her robe just so he could see her figure beneath it, but he resisted the impulse.
He did move another step closer, knowing that this witch was the source of that appealing scent of jasmine and vanilla, the other scent possibly her unique smell that he had somehow been able to notice beneath the aroma of the perfume or shampoo or lotion that was dominant. He could feel himself hardening slightly as he got closer, his eyes confused but curious as he looked at her reading, surprised she had not yet noticed his stare.
He froze when she moved her hand through her hair, lifting it from her face and pushing it behind her ear, her eyes never leaving the book. Blaise cursed beneath his breath as he saw the profile of the girl that had enticed him, recognizing her instantly, though he wasn't overly familiar with her face. It was Granger. Bloody fucking hell, this was bad. This was very bad.
Dark blue eyes traced the lines of her cheek, noticing two freckles near her ear, lingering on her full lips, moving past her chin and down her neck. He saw a harsh red scar on the graceful column of her neck near the collar of her robe, wondering what had caused the mark, curious if it was a wound from the recent final Battle against Voldemort. Whatever had caused it, it was deep and must have hurt, the dark Slytherin a bit surprised to see such a physical reminder from that War, having assumed that they had fought with magic and not Muggle violence. It seemed to be healing properly but she would most likely always have the scar, such marks having a tendency to linger as a reminder of the past.
Blaise ran a hand through his thick black hair as he looked away from the sweet smelling, captivating witch, his eyes focusing on a title and realizing that they were still in the Potions area. He looked back at her with renewed interest, surprised to find her reading a text from one of his favorite subjects. It was one class in which both he and Draco often surpassed the Gryffindor, and not simply because their Head of House found the know-it-all infuriating. They both had a fondness and adeptness at making Potions, having spent some time over the summer learning the latest news in that field and practicing some of the specific Potions they would be learning this year.
He moved closer, smelling the air around her, wanting to pull her against him and bury his nose in her hair and just be surrounded by her scent. Draco often teased him about his habit of finding aromas arousing, not understanding the appeal of scent in comparison to visual or physical sensation. Of course, the blond had his own fondness for verbal stimulation, often aroused just listening to Blaise read the latest Potions breakthrough and especially excited when Blaise spoke during sex, finding the sound of his lover's voice as stimulating as Blaise found his lover's scent.
Granger leaned forward and scratched her leg, allowing him to move even closer without drawing her attention. He was practically standing behind her, the urge to touch her increasing as he felt something drawing him towards her. This was not good at all. Unexpected and perplexing, he had never had such a reaction to any witch and especially never to the witch with whom he was probably going to be sharing living quarters with this year. He had sat behind her in Arithmancy for two years and never once noticed the intoxicating scent or felt this pull towards her.
Blaise was close to just lowering his head and feeling the soft locks of hair around his face when she suddenly straightened up. He took a step back quickly, catching her attention. She turned to look at him, her eyes widening with surprise as she saw how close he was and realized whom it was that was lurking behind her in the small aisle.
Surprisingly, her cheeks turned a most lovely shade of pink as she quickly looked at him, a flash of feminine appreciation in her eyes that he almost didn't notice because they soon gleamed with their normal inquisitiveness and intelligence. He wondered if he had imagined the look of approval as she had looked at him, annoyed that he even cared what Granger thought of his looks. Merlin, this was definitely not good, he thought crossly.
"Did you need something, Mister Zabini?" Hermione asked curiously.
Before Blaise could reply, his attention was distracted for just a moment by the color of her eyes. He had never noticed them before, a beautiful shade of brown with flecks of green near the iris, another combination that made him think of home, of the forest where he enjoyed spending hours walking and reading beneath the trees, comforting and secure and safe. He opened his mouth, prepared to make a polite request for a book near where she had been standing so she would have no idea that he had been lurking behind her attempting to smell her hair.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my favorite Mudblood," Draco drawled sarcastically from beside them before Blaise could reply.
Blaise watched Hermione stiffen at hearing Draco's voice, her eyes growing angry and her lips thinning into a scowl as she turned to face his lover. It was amazing, the change that had happened in less than a few seconds. She had been smiling somewhat shyly and giving him a curious but polite smile and now she was angry and glaring at Draco, the tension obvious in the way she was standing as if ready to defend herself from attack.
He found it intriguing, found her intriguing. And she smelled heavenly, captivating him despite his determination to ignore her appeal. He shook his head slightly, looking away from the mesmerizing witch to focus on his lover. Draco was glaring, his gray eyes dark and narrow as he sneered at Granger, looking every bit like a spoiled child who found his favorite toy being played with by another.
"Malfoy, don't you have somewhere else to be? Perhaps harassing House Elves or being rude to old people or even your favorite, tormenting children?" Hermione queried in a sweet voice, underlying anger in her tone.
"Why, Granger, don't you know that you are my favorite creature to torment?" he asked innocently, his lips curving into a smirk as the brunette witch ignored Blaise and focused her annoyance at him. He couldn't resist, "Though I'm not quite sure if a Mudblood even deserves to be called a creature, having less use than most insects."
"That word quit bothering me years ago, Malfoy. You really should consider increasing your vocabulary," Hermione said through clenched teeth, trying not to let the arrogant bastard's rude comments bother her. She kept reminding herself that he was a narrow-minded, prejudiced, Pureblood prat and that his opinions about her meant nothing unless she gave them power and allowed them to mean something. "Oh, wait. I forgot. The years of inbreeding have caused you to not be able to mature at the same level as everyone else so that's why you always act as if you're still twelve."
"Listen here you prissy little bitch," Draco's amusement faded when she insulted his family, having no particular love for either of his parents but not about to let some bushy-haired Mudblood belittle them in her 'I'm better than you are' tone.
"Enough," Blaise interrupted their disagreement, the one word said in his quiet but authoritative tone causing Draco to stop in the middle of his insult. Blaise looked into his lover's gray eyes, his voice warning but affectionate as he reminded, "You know I loathe the word Mudblood, Draco. Do refrain from using it in my presence or simply do not use it all." The raven-haired Slytherin then looked at Granger, his voice sharp as he said dryly, "Miss. Granger, I do believe that one should not accuse another of acting like an immature second year when one's own self is behaving in a similar manner. I would recommend that you search through your vast array of vocabulary knowledge to find the meaning of the word hypocrite. Come along, Draco. We are finished here."
Draco couldn't resist a smug smile at Granger, who was staring at Blaise with a mixture of annoyance and anger and shame, unable to even come up with a suitable comeback and looking clearly astonished that the quiet Slytherin had spoken up in such a way. "See you in school, Granger," he smirked as he turned, his robes billowing around him in a way that clearly showed he had dismissed her, and followed Blaise to the front of the store.
His gray eyes moved over his lover, appreciating the tall frame and golden skin and soft black hair. His earlier jealousy upon entering the bookstore and finding Blaise apparently enchanted by that plain little bitch Granger was still near the surface. But he knew his lover well enough to know that it was not the time to discuss what he had witness and find out what the bloody hell had been going on between them.
The wizards paid for their books and left Flourish and Blotts and a still speechless and confused Granger behind, making their way to the Leaky Cauldron so they could floo back to Italy. When they arrived in the drawing room of the Zabini estate, Draco removed his robe and sat down, his lips curved into a sulk as he watched Blaise closely. The dark Slytherin could feel his eyes on him as he removed his robe and put their purchases on a table. He poured two snifters of brandy and walked towards his lover. Arching a brow, he handed the glass to Draco and asked lazily, "What is it, Draco?"
"You were sniffing her," Draco said sullenly before taking a drink of the Muggle alcohol, one of Andres Zabini's few Muggle enjoyments being their alcohol.
"She has an intoxicating scent," Blaise explained as he moved his fingers along Draco's cheek, raising the blond's chin and looking into his eyes, "there is no need to be jealous, Draco. You're mine just as I am yours."
"I don't like it," Draco frowned, "you were sniffing her and I know you were aroused. I recognize your arousal, damn it! You were hard and your eyes were burning with lust and the tips of your ears were red. You can't tell me you didn't want that ugly little bitch."
"She is actually quite lovely," Blaise remarked drolly, "as I am sure you are aware despite your reluctance to acknowledge that a Muggleborn might be attractive. And, yes, I was aroused. Had it been anyone other than Granger, I would have possibly seduced her and taken her against the wall in the alley to sate my desire. I was drawn to her, in much the same way I am drawn to you, but I resisted her while I did not resist you."
"Granger would have hexed you if you'd even dared suggest such a thing," Draco snorted, "uptight little priss wouldn't know what to do with you much less willingly shag in an alley."
He looked into Blaise's eyes, seeing the sincerity, desire, possessive need, and love burning in the dark blue depths, and decided that he had wasted enough time being jealous of the bushy haired brunette, especially when Blaise was all ready his and had no interest in being hers. There were far more entertaining ways to occupy these last few days before they returned to Hogwarts and the secrecy surrounding their real relationship. He smiled wickedly as he ran his tongue over his lips, giving Blaise a lusty look as he purred, "Besides, I'm irresistible."
"I love the taste of you and brandy," Blaise growled softly as his head bent down and he caught Draco's lips in a passionate kiss. The wizards put their snifters on the table before they deepened the kiss, all thoughts of Diagon Alley, shopping, Granger, and everything except the feel, taste, and scent of each other fading away as they gave in to their desire for one another.