A kiss in the Dark

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Blaise/Harry

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It was past curfew, but Harry Potter was not tired. He was sitting on the stairs counting how many times they changed to get back to where they had started when he had sat down. It was dark; the portraits were sleeping and no light shone anywhere.

Harry sighed as he rested his head on his knees. He knew he needed to find away to sleep but he couldn't. He always had nightmares and he couldn't take dreamless sleep for fear of becoming addicted to it. No, Harry was in a pickle.

He had been sitting in the same spot for about four hours when someone tripped over him. Harry groaned as a rather large and heavy body pinned him down. The stairs were digging into his back. "Get off," Harry said. Whoever was on top of him clambered up and helped him to stand, but didn't say anything.

"Hey, you okay?" Harry asked. "You didn't get hurt, did you? Did you get the wind knocked out of you or something?"

Silence.

"Can you talk?" Harry was getting irritated.

The person leaned closer to Harry where their warm breath hit Harry's neck. Harry backed away, cursing himself as he searched unsuccessfully for his wand. "Damn. I must have dropped it," Harry muttered. "Um…you have your wand don't you? I need you to turn on the light."

There was a whisper and a small light from the end of a wand came on. Harry looked around for his own wand and saw it a few paces away and grabbed it. He turned to see if he could see the person who fell on him; but all he was able to see was that the person was definitely male before the light went out again.

"Thanks," Harry said. "I found my wand." He stuck his wand up his sleeve. "So what house are you in? You know you are being abnormally quiet, so let me guess…Ravenclaw…no, okay Slytherin?"

"Hn."

"So I'm right?" Harry said. "Slytherin, huh? Green is my favorite color."

"Hm."

Harry laughed, "I can't sleep, so here I am wishing I didn't have nightmares. Or that maybe I should have died with my parents."

"No. Don't say that." The obscure figure reached out drawing him closer and then Harry's mouth was covered by a set of warm lips. The mouth soon drew away to allow Harry to breathe for a few minutes before returning. This time, when Harry gasped, a tongue pushed its way into his warm, wet mouth. The man stepped away with a sigh.

"I'll dream of you tonight and you can dream of me," one more, gentle kiss and the Slytherin started down the stairs.

"Wait why were you heading up stairs when you ran into me?" Harry called after him.

"I was meeting someone," the Slytherin answered. "But you're a better kisser."

Harry waited until the footsteps couldn't be heard and then headed back to the dormitory.

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The next morning Harry woke up from an amazing dream of being held down and kissed in the dark. Harry groaned, "Damn." He needed to know who kissed him last night!

He dressed himself and headed sluggishly down stairs to the great hall. He had just entered the hall when he heard Draco Malfoy crying out, "Where were you last night! I waited for hours!"

Harry looked to the Slytherin table to see Draco and the Italian boy, Blaise something, standing by him looking annoyed. Harry couldn't help but smirk; he had found his kisser. And with that thought he strolled to the enemy table.

"Blaise!" he called. Just as the Slytherin turned around, Harry threw all sane thoughts out the window and grabbed the Italian and smashed their lips together. He pulled away, "I dreamt of you last night," he said, "What did you dream about?"

"The same."

"Good." Harry stepped away, "I'll see you again tonight." And Harry turned and headed to his table, leaving Blaise to soothe the screaming blond.

FIN.