Hey, I'm kinda back with a longer fic I'm working on this time. It's random and weird and shit because I'm writing from Blaise's POV this time... But hey. If people like it, I'll continue it. Reviewers are loved!
Theo munched.
He didn't chew and swallow daintily like Draco; he didn't eat so quickly it made Blaise feel sick like Pansy; he didn't eat with his mouth open, stuffing the food in as if it could disappear at any second like Crabbe or Goyle… Theodore Nott munched. He looked like he really enjoyed everything that touched his lips, and ate with vigour. Sometimes he was pretty loud, but never disgusting. This, for some strange reason, really intrigued Blaise (and turned him on, as watching Theo eat like this usually led to many dirty thoughts…)
But for now, Blaise Zabini was watching Theo talking animatedly to the girl opposite him, waving his hands about wildly. He looked like he was trying to prove a point to the, apparently stubborn, girl. Nott frowned as the girl crossed her arms and leant back, shaking her head. Shaking his head also, Theo sighed went back to eating his sandwich (BLT with no L nor T, Blaise observed).
Blaise was so absorbed with watching the latest object of his affections, he forgot he was currently halfway through a bowl of thick tomato soup - and missed his mouth, his spoon bumping against his chin. Hot soup splashed down the front of his robes, and everyone surrounding Blaise erupted in raucous laughter. Blaise looked down at the mess in horror – Zabini's didn't spill, and if they did (which they didn't!), they did it elegantly, and that was definitely not elegant! – and then looked back up, meeting Theo's eyes. The pale boy was also laughing, his oh-so blue eyes twinkling good-naturedly.
Flushing, Blaise pushed himself up from the table and hurried from the hall.
Blaise lay back against the pillows, deep in thought.
Theodore was… different. He was smart, and not exactly beautiful in society's eyes, and he had a girlfriend. He wasn't popular, or special, and he didn't get noticed.
So why was Blaise so attracted to him?
Shifting around a bit, Blaise listened to the snores and soft breathing surrounding him, trying to pinpoint exactly which was Theo's. He had shared a dorm with the boy for five years now, yet he had never noticed him. They had talked, yes, but not properly. More things like "Have you seen my socks?" or "Fuck off, it's too early to get up." or "Give me back my fucking SPOON!" (yes, this had actually happened once – but that's a whole different story). Theo wasn't like Draco, who talked and talked incessantly about things Blaise didn't really give a shit about (but he had to grin and bear it, on Mother's orders – it paid to be well-acquainted with people like the Malfoys). Theo sat out of the way, reading a lot. He had some friends, he got along with most people he met alright, and he was good in lessons. He was ordinary.
He was a challenge.
Blaise rolled onto his back, sighing. Tonight was going to be a sleepless night.