CHAPTER 2!
As the first years waited anxiously outside the Great Hall, Blaise, Ivy, Draco, and Millie sat around the Slytherin table with plates heaping with food.
"Pass me that divine looking broccoli, would you Ivy?" Blaine asked with a suggestive smile, implying that he was yearning for more than just broccoli.
"It's not broccoli, it's broccolet, dimwit. Only the tender cousin of broccoli," Ivy explained, shooting a meaningful glance at Draco on the word tender. Millie bursted out in laughter, trying to contain the food that was in her mouth. She swallowed the food with a large gulp, her cheeks becoming rosy out of embarrassment. Either way, it was as if she was the only one sensing the ridiculousness of the situation; Blaise was infatuated with Ivy and Ivy had been pining for Draco for years now. And who did Draco feel for? He might as well be yearning for Blaise, for all of the excessive teenage angst brewing.
Dinner was over, sorting was a blur as always, and tightly knit groups of first years clogged the hallways as they tried to make their way back to their dormitory. In first night confusion, Draco and Millie managed to push their way back to the Slytherin common room, but Blaise and Ivy somehow peeled off and were now roaming the halls together, laughing at each other's bad jokes and messing with first years. Soon, the halls had cleared with the threat of curfew hanging in the air, but Blaise and Ivy lingered, drinking in each other's presence.
The flirtatious atmosphere dissolved quickly when McGonagall rounded the corner. Blaise grabbed Ivy's hand and pulled her into a small concealed alcove to avoid that troublesome encounter, plopping them into an unexpectedly intimate situation. Blaise caressed her hand, stripping away the remnants of strictly friendly feelings between the two as he gazed deep into her eyes. Both of their hearts pounded out a beat before she finally broke his gaze and dismissed the moment. As good as this glimpse of intimacy felt, her eyes searched for Draco's features within Blaise's face. Even though the spark was present, she couldn't dismiss the feelings that she had felt so deeply towards Draco. They silently slipped out of the alcove, Blaise looking blissful at the prospect of romance between him and Ivy. For so long, he had gazed lovingly upon her golden skin, wanting to reach out and caress her freckled cheek, yearning to meet her full lips with his. Instead, he'd flick a dreadlock or playfully nudge her shoulder.
"Let's head back to the Common Room, Blaise. I'm kind of … tired," Ivy said while her eyes shifted to the tapestries, pretending to be interested in the designs that covered them.
They started off through corridors to the Slytherin common room, where Draco and Millie milled around, too familiar to ignore each other, yet tense enough around each other to make the moment awkward. Draco couldn't help but notice the striking contrast between her and her sister. Not only was Millie less obvious in her beauty, but their personalities differed so drastically as well. As mellow and sloppily funny as Ivy could often be, Millie hinted at hiding something beneath her quiet disposition. Also, Millie seemed to make people earn her trust and friendship. Mille suddenly broke his contemplation by asking, "What alcove do you suppose Blaise and Ivy chose to snog in?" A slick smile played across her face, her plum lips grabbing his interest. Draco quickiy pushed the thought out of his head and focused on the matter at hand.
"Either way, I'm glad that Blaise finally grew a pair. I was done listening to him rambling on about your sister. He's like a sick puppy, I hardly have any patience for him any longer," Draco complained.
"I knew it!" exclaimed Millie, "He's completely infatuated. Ivy denied it over and over, but let's face it, he needs her in the worst way."
"I'm usually oblivious to these things, or just don't care in the least bit, but Blaise wears his emotions on his face, there's no denying it," Draco explained.
"Yeah, I knew that you were pretty dense in general, when you hadn't picked up on Ivy.." Millie trailed off. Meanwhile, Draco wasn't paying attention in the least bit, rather focusing on how Millie's hair caught the dim green light and her skin managed to look intriguing rather than sickly in this godawful lighting.
"What?" A distracted Draco absentmindedly asked.
"Like I said, dense," Millie bantered, shooting a devious smile at Draco. Just as they shared a moment, Blaise and Ivy burst in, surprisingly silent. All Draco had to do was raise his eyebrows suggestively at the two and Ivy flamed scarlet. She made short work of grabbing Millie and dragging her up to the girls dormitories, finally collapsing on Millie's bed, leaving behind a confused Draco and Blaise.
"You were right. You were completely right, Blaise practically threw himself at me, and as devastatingly handsome as he is…Draco kept coming to my mind. Blaise is such a good friend and it would be so easy to slip into the role of his girlfriend, but Draco is constantly on my mind. I can't lie to myself, I have undeniable feelings for him," Ivy explained.
"Hold the phone. Wait. Before we delve into the depths of your emotions, please explain to me what bloody happened," Millie demanded.
"Ugh, fine. McGonagall was about to catch us wandering the halls past curfew, so Blaise pulled me into an uncomfortably small alcove. Nothing physical, but he held held my hand and I was completely under his gaze and the attraction was undeniable," Ivy recounted.
"I feel as if you should give Blaise a chance. I mean, I think he is a great guy, and he really likes you.." Millie replied, trying to give Ivy her most honest advice.
"I agree completely, but I think before I jump onto the Blaise train, I should confront Draco about my feelings. Maybe he likes me, maybe he doesn't. I just want some closure. Is that too much to ask?" Ivy whisper yelled.
"Woah girl, settle down. That makes sense, and you totally owe it to yourself to get closure. Talk to him before quidditch tryouts tomorrow, okay?" Millie agreed.
"Yes, I will do that! Eep, you are the best sister ever! But.. I would love to keep talking but I'm tired as hell. See you in the morning Mill," Ivy replied sleepily. Millie saluted and they said their goodnights.
Ivy found herself in between luxurious silk sheets embroidered with the initials D.M. Her wild mop of golden dreadlocks spread across the mint green sheets, and her lips were obviously swollen from a previous rendezvous…looking down at herself, she found that she was embarrassingly exposed, with only scraps of lace to conceal herself. The grand mahogany wooden door slowly swung open from what appeared to be a bathroom, and out walked not Draco, as previously suspected, but rather Blaise, wrapped in a towel that flaunted his ebony body. His sculpted abs glistened, with drops of water sliding down his chest. Ivy could feel herself wanting him, the friendship that had masked her feelings of longing had been torn away and what was left was raw lust. After what felt like an eternity, Blaise met her own green eyes with his smoldering chocolate ones. The anticipation slowly ate at her as he slipped between those silky sheets next to her. He tenderly grasped the back of her neck, dreadlocks and all, thumb stroking her ear as his rich coffee shaded lips pressed against her lips, her neck, her collarbone. Slowly, he worked his lips back up to her mouth and he traced her lips once over with his tongue. Suddenly, and unexplainably, she felt herself being dragged away by her feet, his expression reading passion…
