Title: In Close Proximity
Prompt: "Is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?", Millicent Bulstrode, First time.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Dean/Blaise (still pre-slash)
Word Count: ~365
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offense is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun.
Summary: So now Dean and Blaise are alone... sort of.

"What do you reckon Malfoy's going to talk to Harry about?" Dean asked, imbibing some liquid courage. He honestly did not know where to begin with approaching Zabini.

Zabini raised a brow and finished swallowing her drink. "You're asking me about those two right now?" she asked, amused. "I don't share a brain with D you know."

"Fair enough," he said. It was more difficult to think properly now that they were alone and only had one another to focus on.

"What do you think Potter meant when he said I should take care of you?" Zabini asked.

"Well, I reckon he could've meant any number of things really," he said, clearing his throat and leaning on the bar, his body angled towards Zabini. "I also don't share a brain with Harry. I'm not exactly Ron."

"No, you're not. Thank Merlin," she said, leaning towards him.

"But if I were to take a gander," he began, nervously brushing their fingers together on the bar top.

"If you were to take a gander," Zabini repeated, with a playful smile on her face.

"You're to keep me out of trouble," he said, glancing down her body and only now realising that she must be wearing women's lingerie, her cock snug in delicate fabric –something he would never have expected himself to be imagining. "First time for everything," he muttered, as he felt his cock rise in interest.

"What?" Zabini asked curiously, stepping so close that Dean felt himself get hotter from the thought of their proximity.

Dean shook his head and downed the rest of his drink, his heart racing. Merlin, he was always terribly awkward when it came to flirting.

"Oh, come on Thomas," she said, pressing her body against his. A knowing smiling formed on her lips. Dean closed his eyes. "Is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

"Depends on which pocket," he blushed, opening his eyes. Merlin, Zabini's breasts were flush against his chest, her nose a hair's breadth from his.

"Cheeky," Zabini smiled.

"Do you want to go-"

"Blaise?" someone said.

Zabini closed her eyes, sighed and turned around "Millicent," she said.

Bloody fucking Bulstrode.