*A/N*

Dedicated exclusively for the trio of Pottergeists.

Millatrix, Bryony and Grace - Hogwarts would have benefited incredibly.

Blaise slumped against the brick wall, looking at the scarlet steam engine. It was the first day of term for him, and he could still taste the sweet summer breeze come through the high windows.

He sighed, thinking back those long summer days, dappled sunlight piercing every waking moment, Draco's lips infiltrating every night.

He breathed out, feeling the curious gaze of surrounding Hogwarts students looking at him and his mother. She stood tall, glancing around impassively, taking in every single man with her eager eyes. Her beauty was breathtaking, with her shapely manicured nails casually tapping on the brickwork.

Blaise looked back down at his shoes, his mother being here was embarrassing, he didn't want anymore unnecessary attention. His mother chuckled darkly, poking his shoulder hard.

"Isn't that the Malfoys?" she curled her lip at the name, glancing to where Narcissa, Lucius and Draco were standing. Blaise looked up quickly, taking in Draco's lithe form, his dark outfit contrasting with his pale hair. Draco was staring down at him, his pale face carefully wiped of all expression.

Blaise bit his lip, and nodded quickly.

"Yeah, that's the Malfoys" he said quietly to his mother, looking at her quickly. She was smiling charmingly at Lucius. Blaise knew that although he was married, he had power and position, exactly what his mother looked for in a husband.

"Let's just go and say hello" she said forcefully and tugged on his sleeve, dragging his over towards the group. Draco looked up, looking startled as he watched the Blaise being dragged over.

"LUCIUS" Blaise's mother screeched, dropping her hold on Blaise and enveloping Lucius in a tight perfume-scented hug. Narcissa pouted, looking at Lucius furiously. He hastily pushed Blaise's mother off him, and smiled at her companionably, winding his arm around Narcissa's waist.

"And the beautiful Narcissa. How are you?" she smiled tightly, lightly kissing Narcissa on the cheek. Narcissa answered quickly, looking over at Blaise, delight on her features.

"How lovely to see you again!" Narcissa exclaimed. Draco rolled his eyes at his mother, and with slow tiny steps he inched his way closer to Blaise. Blaise blushed, already feeling the heat radiate off Draco's body.

"Again? Have your Draco met my Blaise before?" Blaise's mother raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow quizzically.

"Yes. We've met Blaise on many occasion, the boys became close friends" Narcissa smiled placidly at Blaise.

Closer then you think…

Blaise thought, glancing at Draco. Draco hid a smile, catching Blaise' eyes. He bit his lip, still locked on with Blaise and with the slightest of movements he turned his neck to the side, exposing more of his white neck. Blaise looked down at the skin and jumped slightly, noticing the dark purple bruise that was contrasting darkly against the whiteness of his skin.

Damn. I didn't think I left a mark.

Blaise thought back to their last night together. He hadn't been as careful but neither had Draco. Both of them had been desperate for each other, for each other's skin.

He smiled at Draco slightly, and glancing back at their parents, who were still talking animatedly about the film business, and slowly pulled up the side of his shirt, revealing similar bruises trailing down his side to the edge of his belt.

Draco blushed as he looked at the bruises, and with deliberate slowness, he traced his finger down the bruises, causing Blaise to shiver slightly. Draco coughed once, and they both straightened up looking at their parents, both of them hiding their bruises again.

"Mother" Draco said loudly, causing Narcissa to jump and turn around.

"Can we go now, its 10:50, and all those Mudbloods will have taken my seats" Draco yawned, picking up his case.

Narcissa nodded, and tugged on her husband sleeve. Lucius smiled quickly at Blaise's mother and they swept away. As Draco turned away to follow his parents, he quickly squeezed Blaise's hand, slipping a piece of parchment into his hand. Blaise froze, catching Draco's eye once more.

Blaise's mother looked at the clock, and back at her son, frowning slightly.

"Come" she ushered him to her side, and they set off behind the swarm of people getting into the train. As his mother pushed her way through the throngs of people, Blaise looked down at the slip of parchment, smiling as he recognized the spiked writing.

-Find me. I'll be alone. Don't go off with anybody. You're mine.

D xx