Author's Note: Chapter two of the previously one-shot Love Isn't Enough. Please review; I love to hear what you think and I always reply.
Chapter Two- A Stolen Kiss
Days had turned into a shapeless blur for Blaise. The blurred days turned into misted weeks, and the misted weeks turned into wasted months. His life had turned into one huge routine. Wake up. Skip breakfast. Go to classes. Rushed lunch. More classes. Tasteless dinner. Fall asleep. Any spare time was crammed full with homework and extra studies. His marks in class had superseded what they once were. But it was better like this. Although his life appeared dull and mediocre to others, for him it was a haven. With this pained routine he didn't have any time for thinking and without time for thinking, he could suppress his pain to a mere ache. Yes, it still hurt, but it was better than the searing agony he had to injure otherwise. His heart still belonged solely to Draco and his heart still broke every time he saw the blonde.
There were flashes of the past months that Blaise could remember clearly, but they were few and each one of them hurt. For instance, Draco had gotten into the habit of saying goodnight to Blaise, before climbing into his own bed on the other side of the Dormitory. For weeks the blonde dutifully said goodnight and Blaise continued to ignore him. He never had "good nights" anymore. It was when the sun had set and he had crawled into bed that he couldn't keep his thoughts away. Memories relentlessly flooded his mind as he curled up in his duvet and he wanted nothing more than to be swallowed into the ground and never reappear. It was on the fifth week of Draco's continuous wishes that he finally gave up. Blaise has expected it but it still reopened barely sealed wounds. Although Blaise had been ignoring him, Draco's resigned attempts proved, in Blaise's mind, that he no longer cared.
Another thing that Blaise clearly remembered was when he had entered the Common Room and he had seen Draco lying across the sofa, with Pansy sprawled on top of him. The two were wrapped in a romantic embrace, clearly perfectly contented with being in each other's company. Blaise's initial idea of studying in front of the fire quickly evaporated and he how just wanted to leave the room as quickly as possible. He began to stalk past the sofa when Pansy lifted her head from its position on Draco's chest.
"Hey Blaise!" She exclaimed happily.
Draco, on the other hand, shuffled uncomfortably but made no move to dislodge the girl from her position. "Hello," he muttered.
Blaise simply nodded. "Draco. Pansy." Anger rose in his chest as Pansy wiggled slightly, before resting her head back down, still grinning up at him. He longed to scream at her that her boyfriend was sleeping with him before he'd even noticed her. He wanted to tell her that her boyfriend had told him that he couldn't stand to lose him. He wanted to tell her that her boyfriend was his. But he couldn't. Draco had made that clear the moment he had agreed to go out with Pansy. So instead, he just continued walking and headed up the stairs.
"What's wrong with him?" Pansy asked Draco, obviously believing that Blaise couldn't hear her.
"I don't know. He's probably just in one of his moods."
Blaise's fists clenched as tears stung at his eyes. One of his moods. Well, Draco Malfoy, whose fault was that? There was only one person to blame for Blaise's attitude and Draco knew it.
After that night, Blaise had successfully avoided the couple at all costs, only seeing them in class. He'd even gone as far as sitting on his own at meal times to prevent himself from seeing them. When Blaise was in bed he slammed his eyes shut whenever anyone entered the Dormitory, for fear that it was Draco. This tactic had worked rather well until one night when Draco entered the room, checked that no-one, except Blaise, was in there, turned on the lights and promptly locked the door. Throughout this, Blaise continued to feign sleep, praying without any real hope that Draco would leave him alone.
"Blaise?" The blonde murmured, wondering whether the boy was actually asleep. He waited a moment before speaking again. "Blaise. Come on, I know you're not asleep. Your lips always part when you are, so stop pretending and just talk to me."
Dammit, Blaise thought. But a small part of him rejoiced at the fact that Draco remembered that insignificant fact about him. He opened his eyes and glared at the figure in front of him.
"What do you want, Draco?"
"To talk to you," he simply replied.
"Well, now you have. Goodbye." Blaise rolled away, but froze when cold fingers curled around his wrist. Draco gently pulled, turning the boy back to face him.
"How long are you going to keep ignoring me Blaise? It was bad enough when I lost you as a...partner. But now, I've lost you as a friend too. Don't you realise how much you're hurting me?"
There was an audible crunch as Blaise ground his teeth together. "How dare you!" He all but shouted at the blonde, who quickly muttered a silencing charm. "How dare you accuse me of hurting you! Do you have any idea how hard these past months have been for me? I barely eat, I can't sleep, whenever I see you and her I either want to break down in tears or punch a hole through a wall. Seeing you two together, it kills me! It really does! You did this Draco! You. Not me. So don't you dare tell me that I'm hurting you."
Draco's eyes had darkened with some unreadable emotion. Without warning he wrapped his hand in Blaise's hair, which was currently longer than he'd ever seen it and pulled him into a kiss. This kiss was unlike so many others they'd shared. This one was tender and soft, their lips pressed delicately against each other. Draco's tongue ran lightly along Blaise's lower lip, attempting to draw some sort of reaction from the boy. He tried to meet Blaise gaze, but realised that he was staring intently at the wall, not only not responding to this kiss but also not even looking at him. Draco growled in frustration and the kiss lost all tenderness. Instead of tracing his tongue along Blaise's lips, he now caught it between his teeth, biting down roughly. He rolled onto his partner, pinning him down to the bed. His hands began to work over time, running down the length of Blaise's sides, over his chest, through his hair and along his thighs. He moved his attention from Blaise's lips, onto his neck, sucking and nipping without mercy, doing all his could to receive a reaction. Any reaction. He didn't care whether it was having the kiss returned or even having himself pushed away. Anything would have been better than the limp, almost lifeless body beneath him now.
He continued his relentless assault for several minutes, without success, until forcefully shoving himself off the bed.
"Fuck," he cursed loudly, ending the silencing charm, unlocking the door and leaving the room.
Blaise closed his eyes. Fuck, indeed.