Blaise and Harry sat together in a dark corner of the library. What had turned into Professor Snape attempting to "torture" them by having Blaise tutor Harry in Potions turned out to be something good. Unknowingly, the Potions Master had set them up, between the subtle ways that their fingers would brush together when reaching for books or quills or parchment and the way their legs would brush under the table, the two boys had fallen for each other. And although they had been strange at first, what with all the sneaking around and telling lies to their house mates, they had gotten used to it. Now, they lived for it. The study sessions would go later and later and there would always be a bigger mess to clean up. It was a wonder that Madame Pince hadn't heard through their silencing charms yet…