Author's Note: This is my first fan-fiction ever. I mean ever. So please be nice. I was just reading fanfiction (of course) and spontaneously decided to write up something. Also, I'm not too good with the whole "finishing what you've started" thing so y'know, good luck to me? Oh and one more thing. I know the characters are not "in character", but due to the plot-line, it would be extremely tough to attempt the "in character" thing. So apologies!

Disclaimer: Neither Blaise nor Draco belongs to me. They belong together. Just kidding dont kill me.

Chapter 1: Draco Malfoy - My Love

I'm in love with Draco Malfoy.

There. I finally admitted it.

After all, what is there not to love? His luscious white-blonde hair, sleeked back with the utmost perfection, leaves me in awe every time he walks by. "Blaise" The intense smell of his Giorgio Armani Acqua Di Gio cologne pierces me with every sniff. Not that I intentionally sniff him or anything. Well, not in public at least. "Blaise!" Speaking of which -

"ZABINI!"

My beautiful thoughts were cut off suddenly and i whirled around to glare at the intruder.

"What?" I spat it out fiercely, as though cursing Gryfindie-Potter-boy, before realizing it was he – yes he – the love of my life, standing before me.

My visage softened immediately as I tried hard not to blush. Alas, his eyes were the most beautiful things ever – grayish silver. Sharp. Mesmerizing. I looked up at those stunningly-compelling-almost-erotic eyes as they looked down at me with happiness and love written all over; or perhaps it was irritation and anger. Either way it didn't matter; as long as I could continue to stare into the dark depths of Draco Malfoy's eyes… those grayish silver swirls of - ow! I grimaced and rubbed my arm, clumsily getting up. The stone floor of the Slytherin common room was harder than i remembered. I glared at the – well i guess the floor, and pulled myself back onto the couch I apparently slipped off of.

Now where was I? Right. Draco Malfoy.

"The hell are you muttering about, Zabini; you really need to tone down on the firewhisky."

My eyes widened suddenly and I froze as the familiar voice pierced through my skin. He's here? I bit my lip hard, scrunched my face up into the best scowl I could muster, then looked up and shot a glance across the room at my blonde-haired roommate.

"What now Draco?" My voice longed to be soft, delicate, but now was not the time to be revealing things so I hardened it and gave an effort to sound bored.

Wait – What is that look he is giving me? Sexual lust? No wait – amusement? One light eyebrow rose slightly and Draco Malfoy's infamous smirk instantly melted my insides.

"Zabini you look like you're in love, it's disgusting. Don't go wetting your pants - who's the whore this time?"

I bit my lip and blushed. He didn't know how right he was.

"Don't do that; it reminds me of Pansy."

"Do what?" I hope my voice didn't sound as nervous as I felt – being all close to him and all.

"Bite your lip. For god sakes Blaise you're a man."

"Oh, right. I am."

I'm a man. An attractive one might I add. Nothing like Draco Malfoy though; that is for sure. But in comparison to those women Draco seems to always fool around with, I am gorgeous. Stunning. Sexy and most certainly desirable. The dark thick waviness of my hair complements the light thin straightness of his. After all, they say that opposites attract. My eyes are like the midnight sky and his are like the moon, caressed by sparkling stars that most certainly will be the abundant children I hope to have with him. Of course we would have to adopt considering the circumstances. What a pity. Our children would've been beautiful. But nonetheless, I will love my adopted pureblooded witches and wizards with all of my heart. We'd have to buy them matching outfits – all young couples do that for their children. And perhaps a dog as well. We'll name him Spot. Or Xantippe with an accent on the e.

I heard an extremely sexy groan of frustration from across the room. "Blaise you're doing it again."

I blinked and looked up. "What?" I made sure I wasn't biting my lip again – he said he didn't like that. I wasn't though. Biting my lip i mean. Draco was the most beautiful living being on earth but sometimes he just made no sense! Strange boy I tell you.

"You're drifting off into your own world again have you even been listening?"

"Of course I have!" I snapped back at him and took offense at once, although I had to admit that perhaps I had zoned out for a few seconds.

"Well what is it then?"

"What is what?"

"The phrase used."

"... Wh-"

"Ugh, nevermind Blaise I'll do it myself." He reached over to his book bag and pulled out a heavy textbook.

Confused, I got up from the couch and walked over to my love. Oh. Charms homework. I grabbed a copy of the Daily Prophet from the table and delicately sat down next to him, careful not to touch his robes. Just being so near him made my skin shiver and my heart pound harder. I couldn't risk actual physical contact. Not yet.

A few moments passed. Quiet moments. It was nice. Peaceful. Extremely hot and sexy. I could hear Draco's every breath, and for a while I tried hard to align my breath with his. Oh the romantic appeal of aligned breathing of two lovers. Well, lovers to be that is.

I heard a sigh next to me, and I glanced over as Draco put down his quill and starting reading over what he had written.

"So who is it?" he finally said, still focusing on his homework.

"Who is what?"

"The girl."

"What girl?" Draco stopped reading and looked up.

"Zabini this is getting tremendously irritating; I know this is shocking news but i really would rather not have another Crabbe and Goyle - will you please clever up a bit." He took one look at my confused face and sighed. "The girl you're in love with – who is she and why aren't you in bed with her right now."

Who said it was a girl? I pondered this for a moment and shrugged.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, as nonchalantly as possible. I then lazily got up, faked a yawn, and strolled into the inner dorm rooms.

Draco picked up his quill again as I walked away, shook his head, and continued to scribble on his scroll.