Disc.- So guess what- I STILL DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!

So…- Uhm. Should there be a point where Blaise is contested for her hand? Or where she starts to gain feelings for another guy? Only briefly, I swear! And anyways, what should our lovebirds Animagus forms be?

X~Blaise Zabini/Primrose Potter~X

(September 3, Abandoned Wing, Later That Night)

"I can't do it right.", she told him and he sighed. When she had said she didn't know how to dance, she really meant it. He rolled his shoulders to argue with her again until a thought struck him.

"Well, why don't we try it with you in a dress? That might make the movements easier.", his mother used to teach dance classes (when she was married to another vineyard owner) and she had always told him how the girls leaned faster when they weren't concentrating so much on the dance but moving with it. She, however, only stared at him incredulously.

"I haven't worn a dress since…Since…", she frowned in thought before blinking with a sudden realization. "I've never worn a dress before.", this time it was his turn to be incredulous, but only for a moment as he thought of what he'd seen criss-crossing her body the last time he was able to see it.

"There's a first time for everything, so my mother says,", he muttered to himself as his wand slipped into his hand and he quickly transfigured her ragged worn jeans and Weasley jumper into a log flowing dress, plain as it was. She squeaked loudly, wrapping her arms around herself before looking over to him with big eyes. He grinned back charmingly. He'd made sure that the bust was tight against her and he saw she'd been developing exceptionally well in that area. "Now,", he came closer and put his arms up in a traditional waltz formation, "We'll start again.", he said expectedly and she grudgingly came closer, still very tense. Another wave of his wand had the music starting again. He tried to lead her but still she was too wound up. With a frown he paused them, looking down speculatively. He'd been taught dancing since he was a child what, with how many different soirées and events his mother went to. "Maybe we should start with something to loosen you up a bit, no?", he asked, and soon a much more smoother melody came on and he moved his hips, encouraging her to do the same while making sure he didn't touch his with hers'- no need to scare her off after all, and hip-grinding would definitely be too much. With that done, he began to move them in wide arcs across the large cleared room, spinning her out and then tightly back against him. "You see? It's not so bad, is it?", he teased while his lips were right up against her ear. He felt the heat but she didn't stop, and the longer they did it, the easier her movements got and the more her body slowly relaxed.

At the end of it, when both were ready to go to bed (Blaise almost asked her to join him), he pulled her close to drop another sweet kiss, this time licking her lips before leaving go and smiling down at her tenderly before leaving the room. She stood for a few minutes more, fingers touching her lips before she blushed and licked her lips. 'Sooo telling Hermione.'

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(Gryffindor Common Room, just before lunch)

"Kissed? You kissed him?", Hermione whispered as her eyes gleamed in awe. She blushed and shook her head hurriedly.

"No no no, nothing like that!", she whispered as she took a cursory look around. "He kissed me. But it was really just a touch.", Hermione gave her a Look and she returned it with one of complete innocence. "Honest."

"Really?", she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest and sending her That Look again.

"Hey, I'm not like you. We weren't full on snogging like you and your boy-toy.", this time it was Hermione who was blushing. The brunette smiled at her sheepishly.

"Saw that, did you?"

"And heard it. You moan loud.", now she looked mortified.

"Oh Merlin, how much did you see?"

"Why?", she challenged, "How far did you go?", Hermione gave her a puppy-eyed look, pleading with her to tell her and she finally giggled, "Not much, calm down. Just when his hand started rubbing your stomach. Then I high-tailed it outta there.", Hermione gave a sigh of relief. "How far did you go with him?", this time she really wanted to know and Hermione blushed darkly.

"We didn't go all the way…But he…Well, down there, and…", Primrose really couldn't help the small squeal that escaped her.

"You go, girl!", she laughed happily.

"Rose, Mione!", Neville called over as he came down from the boys' dorm. "You coming to lunch?", the girls shared a glance and got up, meeting up with their shy and somewhat clumsy friend before making their way down.

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(Meanwhile…Slytherin Common Room)

"What are you smiling about Blaise?", Pansy asked inquisitively. She had calmed down drastically after the past two years, much to her yearmate's relief. The dark-skinned teen hummed, brushing his fingers over his face to feel that yes, he was smiling. Ridiculously so. Draco however, eyed him in suspicion.

"I've found my date.", he told them smugly and Pansy's curious look turned to one of intense interest, dark sapphire eyes wide as she leaned closer.

"Is that so? And who is she?", that was something Pansy- and indeed many girls their year (and even in the older and slightly younger years) had wondered at. While Blaise certainly appeared to have had quite a few rolls in the sheets with many girls, he'd not kept one of them, going so far as to ignore them afterwards. So she was rightfully nosy as to who would have the tall teen looking so Hufflepuff-happy.

"Ah, that is for me to know,", he chided and a smirk overtook his smile for a moment, "And her to maybe tell you."

"Oh, come one Blaise! How about a hint?", she goaded on, getting even closer. "Draco, you want to know too, right?", the blond had a sinking feeling that he knew who, but nodded nonetheless to appease the girl and hopefully have his worry assuaged. Blaise took on a mocking look of thought.

"Well…I'm sure a quick little hint won't hurt you. Her favorite color maybe? Or her favorite food? Let's see…", Pansy was now glaring at him impatiently and he let out a rumbling laugh that echoed pleasantly through the room. "Oh, very well. She doesn't know her parents very well.", he told them and Pansy tilted her head as Draco paled and silently blanched.

"That's really not helpful.", she pointed out and Blaise tilted his own head.

"No, maybe not. Alright then, she has two familiars. One of them happens to be a Runespoor.", there, that would make them assume it was a Slytherin. 'Well,', he looked over to see Draco's horrified face staring back at him, 'Maybe Pansy anyways.'. But Pansy will spread it around and no one will know.

He actually wasn't supposed to know about the Runespoor and it wasn't a familiar so much as just a companion. He'd seen one head pop up out of her collar. Then another. And a third. She thought he hadn't been looking and hurriedly yet quietly ordered them back down. Now that he was thinking about her, he wondered what she was doing. He'd done it hundreds, maybe thousands of times before in the last three years, wondering what she was doing, where she was, if she was happy or laughing with her friends or maybe sneaking around late at night. But now it was a bit different, because he knew he'd see her later that night to practice a bit more and talk. Generally getting to know eachother. Well, get her to know him because he will admit his little obsession stemmed out into sometimes following her under a disillusion charm. He'd once followed her into the Gryffindor Common Room and had quite the times silently exploring it while glancing back at Primrose every so often, as she was curled up on one of the couches with Granger and Longbottom on either side of her. The common room itself was very loud but at the same time, extremely casual as opposed to the formal strictness of Slytherin.

Stalking her had given him much insight about her and of course, through the grapevine, you hear certain things. But she didn't need to know that. He smiled again as he thought about her and ignored Pansy's pestering until lunch.

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(Great Hall, Lunch)

He caught her eye and she blushed, ducking her head before a quick glance back up and he smiled again. He really couldn't help himself and Draco elbowed his ribs. "Ow! What was that for?", he asked his slightly shorter friend. Silvery eyes glared at him darkly. He nodded his head over at Daphne, whose narrowed eyes were set on him and he sneered back at her though she didn't back down.

"She suspects.", Draco said darkly and Blaise turned to him, now calculating.

"Why are you so upset about my date? This is the third year you've known about her.", his yellow-honey eyes widened. "You don't…You don't love her do you?", Draco's lip curled up in scorn and he looked away, picking up his goblet. Blaise narrowed his eyes this time, staring at him coldly. "When?", he demanded in an icy jeer. Colder eyes looked over to him.

"Since I met her in Madame Malkin's.", he growled and though Blaise would admit it was indeed longer, and on sight for that matter, the blond didn't have the balls to tell her.

"She was fair-game. You have five years."

"I was going to ask her."

"Too late now isn't it? And I thought you didn't like her?"

"She turned down my friendship after I warned her about Granger's type."

"It's why you won't say mudblood anymore, isn't it? Because she got angry.", he pressured , "How the mighty have fallen. Pureblood Draco Malfoy, falling for his Master's sworn enemy!", he hissed venomously. Now the paler Pureblood's teeth were bared as his wand flew to Blaise's neck.

"Don't you say another word, traitor."

"Bet you've been wanting to say that since I told you about her didn't you?"

The two glared at eachother lethally but neither said a word.

"Three years,", Blaise finally bit in reply.

"Six.", Draco snapped.

"And yet you're not the one who asked her are you?", he said coldly and Draco nearly recoiled.

"Hey, what's with you two?", Pansy asked as she slipped into her seat. She and a few other Slytherin girls seemed a bit late to lunch. Both boys looked away from eachother as Draco bit out a scathing reply of,

"Nothing.", while lowering his wand to slip back up in the holster under his sleeve.

"Whoa. Okay, calm down.", she muttered as she began to fill her plate, glancing back at the Gryffindor table. "Potter looks almost…Content today.", she said loftily as she watched the girl. She was well-nigh thriving with her blush and the shy way her eyes demurred to people who commented alongside that small secretive smile shared by her mudblood friend certainly made Pansy curious. "Odd. Normally she hides behind a book or whispers with her mudblood.", she said casually.

Pansy was much more observant than most gave her credit for. She'd noticed both her male friend's eyes stray to the girl without a hint of malice more times than she could count, usually it was Draco with a melodramatic longing and yearning, and for Blaise it was…Well, intrigue and fondness, sometimes mixed with lust. But she wasn't a Slytherin for just her name. She knew when to keep her mouth shut. She shared a glance with Millicent Bulstrode, who nodded, glancing at another Slytherin girl, who snickered before giving a small thumbs up to a Ravenclaw with mostly Slytherin family. A small smirk and an intense look to another Ravenclaw, Parvati's sister Padma had the girl give a happy nod. She would talk to her sister later, planting a bit of gossip in her head to share around with other girls and eventually to the whole school. Pansy gave a pleased smirk. Yes, she wasn't a Slytherin for no reason. Besides, she had no issues with the Potter girl. But her two friends would need to realize that the other girl wasn't your average girl. Not someone to play with and not someone to cross. A little demonstration would need to be set up for them to see Potter in real action.

She continued her meal and ignored the angry tension coiled around the air between her boys.

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(After Dinner, abandoned room)

"See? You're a quick leaner and you're wonderful!", he encouraged her. His anger and the the tension in his body left soon after he saw her humming in their little room, sitting on one of the dusty tables and humming as she read and waited for him. She didn't notice him at first, and he was all too happy to watch her as her emotional eyes skipped through the pages at quick speed, and sometimes a blush and a small giggle would be coaxed out from the printed words. When she did notice him, leaning on the doorframe and watching her with a tender look, the flush that bloomed up from her neck made him chuckle.

But back to now. She gave a beam to him for his praise, practically glowing and he almost broke down and kissed her silly. 'Why not?', a little voice in his head whispered, 'She knows of your feelings, can you not show them to her?', he stared down at her, her tiny smile still radiant as they spun about the dance floor together. Evidently, she soon noticed his lack of attention and looked up at him. They slowed until stopping and Primrose's lips were parted ever so slightly at the intense look he was giving her and the serious and handsome face was soon tilting down over hers', touching lips like they had in their past two interactions. His lips moved to her forehead- the lightning bolt that elicited a shiver-, her cheeks, her eyelids, then her chin. And when he left a feather-light touch on her nose, it scrunched up adorably and she looked up with her pretty dazed eyes with awe in them. He swept down into another chaste kiss, pulling away and pecking at her lips a few more times, just holding her there in his arms. He didn't want their moment to end. Didn't want to let go of her now that he finally, finally had her in his grasp. This time it was her who initiated a very shy and nervous touch. She kissed his cheek, unsure of what to do and the embarrassment made her rosy cheeks darker and her eyes glance away.

"Primrose…", she shivered. People never usually called her by her full name. It was old-fashioned and a mouthful. If they weren't calling her names or titles, it was either Rose, Rosie or Prim. Well, her godfather called her Prim… "May I kiss you properly?"

No need to scare the girl. Asking permission should be good if he didn't want her bolting like a small animal. She looked up at him with a startled expression and he nearly cringed. Perhaps he asked too soon-

She nodded. He looked down into her eyes again and she kept his gaze this time, a hint of strong determination and suddenly her eyes weren't the shy softness they usually were. No, they were piercing as he came closer, and pressed against her lips. Firmer and more insistent and his tongue came out to touch her bottom lip. Her own tongue peeked out to touch his, opening her mouth a little and his did too and he followed hers in. He wanted to explore immediately but wasn't sure if he should so soon. Instead, he tested the waters, pressing against her tongue and sliding them together in a way that made her shudder strongly in his arms. Then her lioness came out, providing her a bit more confidence as she pressed back, flicking against his tongue and moving into his mouth. Their mouths widened a bit more to fit his tongue in hers and her tongue in his at the same time. It was a bit awkward feeling but he didn't care because the one he had been wanting to kiss and (worship) was now here; now letting him kiss her.

Many people, if they should have seen this, would have been shocked. Blaise was not considered a gentleman in most senses of the word. He'd been labeled something of a playboy, even in his younger years when he still charmed girls and professors easily. He discarded women with no problems…Because they were only brief relief. No, the one he was willing to keep was Primrose.

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Um…Sorry, new plots and all…Kinda get distracted easily, so updates will have no set times.