Blair and Draco are both made Prefects their fifth year. When Ron and Hermione see them together in the compartment they both make signs of obvious displeasure. "That absolute cow," whispers Hermione fiercely. "Oh, you know she'll be abusing her power; she just loves walking all over people."

"Never mind that," Ron says. "D'you think we'll have to watch them rubbing up against each other all the time now?"

This sets Hermione off. "Honestly, Ronald," she bristles. "Is that more important than their abusing their power? Honestly, from the way you talk about them, anyone would think you fancied her."

Of course, they bicker throughout their Prefect duties on the train. In contrast, Blair and Draco, who are far more cuddly than usual, as they've just been reunited after a long summer, steal kisses whenever they can, their fingers sweetly interlocked.

When Blair and Draco see each other again on the train to Hogwarts, they spend a good amount of time saying hello in a mainly nonverbal way. "Missed you so much," Blair murmurs into his skin. "Did you think about me?"

"Of course," Draco says into her ear so only she can hear. "Did you think about me when you were in bed? All alone at night."

Blair doesn't answer, but she presses her lips against his and presses herself a little closer. He can tell that she's a little frustrated that there are people around and that they have to keep it relatively tame. He's pretty sure this means that she has been thinking about him and the thought of her fantasizing about him is so fucking hot he can't even handle it.

"I bet," he says into her ear, "that if I were to put my hand up your skirt, I'd feel that you have been thinking about me. So repressed. Poor girl." He brushes his thumb along the inside of her knee and her legs fall open just a bit before she presses them back together again. "But you won't let me do that, will you? Because you're a good girl. Aren't you, Blair?"

"I am," she insists.

"Of course you are," Draco agrees. "So am I a good boy?"

"No," Blair says. "You most certainly are not."

"A bad boy, am I?" he says and then laughs. "I'll corrupt you soon enough."

"We'll see about that."

"Do you ever think about it?" he asks.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," Blair replies stiffly.

"You know exactly what I mean," Draco says with a smirk and plants a kiss right above her collar. "Do you want me? Like I want you?" he says and blows on her neck, where he's just kissed her. He can feel her shiver in his arms.

"Yes," she breathes and he smiles triumphantly.

"We can use the Prefect bathroom now, you know," Draco says. "Shall we go…check it out after dinner?"

Blair hesitates, but then she nods. "I'll meet you there."

They get to the Prefect bathroom all right, but Blair is obviously nervous. "We shouldn't be here," she says.

"And yet here we are," replies Draco, perching himself on the edge of the bathtub. "I've missed you," he says, looking up at her.

"I've missed you too," she says, but she doesn't move closer to him. He thinks he's making her nervous, because she's twisted her little ruby ring around her finger like she always does when she's uncomfortable.

"Come and show me," he says.

She hesitates, but she comes to him and presses her lips against his. He lets her set the pace, slow and cautious at first, but then she starts to take what she wants, greedily sucking on his lower lip and pressing herself against him. He starts to push his hand up her thigh, making her skirt ride up almost to her hips, and then he slides it back down to her knee, and then back up again. "Draco," she says and he stops. He doesn't want to scare her.

"Yeah?" he says, his hand pausing on her mid-thigh.

"I'm a little," she says, color rising to her cheeks. She never shows signs of being shy or embarrassed so this is fucking amazing. It's kind of way hot, he thinks, that he's the one who's making her all nervous. Kind of an ego boost. "Can we, um…I don't know. Lie down or something? We could put down a towel."

"Yeah," Draco says. "Yeah, sure." He takes out his wand and levitates a thick, fluffy towel from its peg and spreads it out on the floor. Blair lets out a surprised (and not unpleased) squeak when he pretty much sweeps her off her feet and lays her down on the blanket.

"Guess all that Quidditch didn't go to waste," she murmurs, running her hand up and down his arm.

"Guess not," he agrees and he leans in to kiss her but she pushes her hand against his chest.

"Wait," she says. "This is so…seedy. We're in a bathroom."

"Would you rather be in my dormitory, with Crabbe snoring a few feet away?" asks Draco. "Considering the alternatives, this is pretty classy."

"I suppose so," Blair concedes and then kisses him. She starts out rather tentative but this time Draco is having none of it; he thrusts his tongue into her mouth and presses his body against hers. She lets him in, shifting so he's in between her legs and, Christ, her skirt's ridden up almost to her waist. "You make me feel tingles," she says into his mouth with a smile.

"I'm going to make you feel so much more than tingles," he promises and presses his hips against hers harder, making her release a high-pitched whine from the back of her throat. "You drive me so crazy."

"Likewise," she half-gasps as he rolls his hips against hers. "Fuck, you're hard."

"Language." He does it again and she lets out a strangled little moan. "I hate these high collars of yours," he says, unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt.

"That's not fair," she says. "You're still wearing your tie and everything." Blair's hands tug the knot of his tie loose until it comes off and she throws it aside.

He swipes his thumb over the curve of her breast, making her hips jerk forward. She really wants this; he can tell. He slides his hand over to the inside of her thigh and brushes his fingers over the front of her panties and she goes crazy.

"Wait," she pants. "Wait."

His hand pauses. She looks like she's trying to regain control of herself. "Do you not want me to?" he says. "Because you're really wet." He presses his thumb down, partly so that she can feel the wetness seeping through and partly so he can. In turn, her mouth falls open in a silent moan, but she doesn't reply, so he adds, "It's okay. I just want to touch you."

Blair swallows a little but then she nods. "Okay. But I'm not ready to…you know. Go all the way."

"That's okay," he says, and it is. He honestly can't believe his luck, that he gets to do this anyway, even as he swipes his thumb over the fabric again and she makes this mewling sound and fists her hands onto his shirt. He's barely touching her. Her orgasm is going to be insane, he thinks, and he's right. When she does come undone, it is spectacular.

He waits for her to come down from her high before kissing her. He's still so fucking hard he can't even handle it, but he's just given Blair her first orgasm and she's definitely going to remember this forever. "You are so fucking gorgeous," he says. "You know that?"

Blair smiles against his mouth. "You're not too bad either," she murmurs and then she pulls back so she can look at him. "Your turn?" she says with a devious grin and he thinks he might just come right then and there.

"Only if you want to," he says.

She laughs. "I don't think you can wait any longer."


For the next week or so, they absolutely cannot keep their hands off each other. "Get a room," Blaise grumbles on more than one occasion. Whenever he tells them this, Draco merely smirks and leads Blair up to his dormitory and closes the curtains of his four-poster, casting a spell so that no one can hear them or open the curtains. After a couple of weeks, though, they kind of get used to it all, so they settle down again. Everyone thinks it's just because they were happy to see each other after a long vacation, but they know differently.

They don't have sex for real until Blair's birthday in November, though, which conveniently falls during a Hogsmeade weekend. As a treat, Draco takes her to his family's Hogsmeade home and lights candles and it's all very romantic.

"You're fucking perfect," he whispers.

"I'm not perfect."

"I think you are."

"You're just saying that because you want me to – "

"Hey," he says. "Say the word and I'll stop, okay? I'm not seducing you or anything."

Blair smiles at him a little nervously. "You don't have to seduce me," she says and she kisses him.

He pulls back for a moment. "Are you sure?" he asks and she hesitates a little, but she nods.

"I want to," she says and her hand slides over to the bulge in his pants and rubs lightly, like she wants to show him how much she wants it.

"Fuck," he says. "Darling, you have to stop that or I won't be inside you when I – "

"Shut up," she interrupts him, flushing pink. Draco wonders if she even knows how much that drives him crazy.

As they're dressing back up he tells her to look in his coat pockets and she pulls out a little box. "You shouldn't have!" she says brightly as she rips off the paper.

"Please. If I hadn't gotten you anything you would have never gotten over it," Draco says.

"You're correct," she says with a smirk and opens the box. Inside it is a pair of ruby earrings. "They're beautiful!" she exclaims.

"I thought they'd match your ring," he says. "So you like them?"

"I love them!" she says and she throws her arms around him. "I think I liked my other present even more, though," she adds with a mischievous grin and Draco laughs.

"That you can have any time," he says and they kiss for so long that they just barely get back to Hogwarts before the gates close.


Harry thinks that there is a strong possibility that Blair Waldorf might just rise to power after graduating from Hogwarts and become an evil dark wizard like some kind of female Voldemort ("I just hope I don't have to finish her off next," Harry says over breakfast one day. "Neither do I, because I don't fancy your chances, mate," Ron replies, which of course gets Hermione in a huff all through Herbology). So, naturally, when he stumbles across her crying in a secret passageway, he's terrified. "Er," he says, "er, are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?" Blair snaps. "My father just left my mother for a 31-year-old male model, as I'm sure you've heard, since that awful Rita Skeeter wrote all about it in Witch Weekly."

"Oh," Harry says, "I'm sorry."

"I don't need your pity," Blair says. Harry's not sure what else to do, but it feels wrong to just leave her like this, so he slides down to sit next to her.

"At least they're, you know, alive," Harry says after a long silence.

"I'm sorry," Blair says, wiping her eyes.

"It's okay," Harry says, smiling at her. "I don't need your pity either."

They don't really become friends, exactly, but when she turns up for the next DA meeting, he can't say he's disappointed.

/

When Blair first shows up to the Dumbledore's Army meetings, Hermione and Ron 's suspicions are piqued and they pull Harry aside to talk about it. "I bet she's a spy," Ron says. "You know she's with Draco Malfoy."

"I really don't think we should trust her, Harry."

"Look, if she wanted to report us to Umbridge, she would have already. But she hasn't. Anyway, we said we'd be open to anyone, right?" Harry replies, exasperated.

"Yes, but…" Hermione says.

"But nothing," Harry states firmly and then turns to everyone else. "Now, the Stunning Spell is one of the most useful spells you'll have in your arsenal…" he says, leaving Ron and Hermione dumbfounded.

At the end of the meeting, Cho and Blair both linger behind - that is, until Blair shoots Cho a glare that sends her scampering off with everyone else, which, surprisingly, doesn't even annoy Harry. "So," Harry says when he finds himself standing in front of Blair with no one else in the room, "you came."

"I came," Blair says with a smile. "Thanks, by the way. For defending me to Ron and Hermione. I heard what you said."

Harry blushes red. "Oh, that was nothing," he replies. "Er, you're welcome." He looks up awkwardly and realizes that there's mistletoe right over them.

"Mistletoe," Blair says after following his gaze.

"Oh, er, we don't have to if you don't…" Harry is interrupted mid-sentence when her lips meet his, her hand curling delicately around his neck. To his own surprise, his hands reach up to cup her face and then travel down to her waist to pull her closer.

"What are you smiling about?" Ron asks when he reaches the dormitory.

"Oh, nothing," Harry says. He thinks he'll keep this one to himself. For now.

/

The next morning, Blair taps him on the shoulder in the Great Hall. "Potter, I need to talk to you," she says brusquely.

"Yeah," Harry says, ignoring Ron, who is choking on his pumpkin juice, and Hermione, who is shooting Blair a death glare. "Sure." He gets up and soon enough he's being practically dragged to the corridor.

"The events of last night didn't happen. Are we clear?"

"Crystal."

"I have a boyfriend."

"I'm aware."

"You're not going to fall in love with me or whatever it is that you nice guys do, are you?"

Harry has to laugh at that one. "Don't worry about it, Blair."

Blair looks like she's not sure whether to be relieved or amused or insulted. "That's it?"

Harry shrugs. "You're the one who kissed me first."

"I did not!" she protests.

"Don't get me wrong; it was nice - "

"Nice?"

"- and I wouldn't mind doing it again if you weren't dating Draco Malfoy, but for now I'd be okay with being friends."

"We're not friends."

"Then whatever it is we are."

Blair really looks like she doesn't know what to make of this. She opens her mouth like she wants to say something and then closes it again as if she's reconsidering. She does this three times actually. Harry never thought he'd ever see Blair Waldorf like this. "See you at the next DA meeting?" she says finally with an amused smile.

"Looking forward to it."

She walks to the Great Hall, turning her head to look back at him and Harry has to smile at her expression. He actually kind of likes Blair Waldorf when she's not being a bitch.

"What was that all about?" Ron asks when Harry goes to sit back down.

"Oh, just DA stuff," he says airily. "Pass the marmalade, please."


Because Blair seems to be set on pretending that nothing is wrong, she and Draco don't really talk about her father leaving. He tries bringing it up once or twice, but he doesn't really know what to say, and he hates that stony look that comes to her face when he does. So he mostly just holds her tighter and spends more time around her, just to make sure she doesn't have to be alone.

He notices, though, that she goes to the girls' room right after eating after almost every meal. He thinks that maybe she goes there to cry, so he follows her once, making sure to walk far enough behind her that she doesn't hear him. Luckily, she never looks behind her. She goes to the Prefect bathroom to do it, which is odd, because it's very far from the Great Hall. He's pretty sure this means that she's crying, so he follows her in.

She's doing something even worse than crying, as it turns out. She's kneeling on the floor in front of the toilet, retching, and he has the sinking feeling that she's done this before. He's so stunned that he doesn't even do or say anything.

She doesn't even notice that he's there until she finishes brushing her teeth and looks into the mirror and sees him there. He sees the reflection of her eyes and he can't even stand it. She looks like she hates the person she sees when she looks at herself.

And then, just like that, her expression changes. "Draco," she says, turning around. "Why did you come here? Anyway, it doesn't matter. Someone musthave a word with those house elves; that chicken really did not agree with – "

He grabs her hand just as she reaches the doorway and her mask disappears. "How long have you been doing this to yourself?" he asks.

She looks like she doesn't want to answer him, but she does. "Since my father left home."

"Why?" Draco says. "Why would you do this?"

"You don't understand," she says. "Your parents adore you. My mother never speaks to me unless she has something to criticize, and my father has apparently decided that his French boyfriend is more important to him than his daughter."

"That's not your fault."

"But it is!" she nearly shrieks, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "Don't you understand? There's something wrong with me; there has to be."

"There's nothing wrong with you!" Draco says. "You think I don't understand? My father was Head Boy; he had perfect NEWT scores; and he was Quidditch captain. I know exactly how it feels to be a disappointment."

"But your father loves you. He bought you seven broomsticks in our second year; he – "

"Yeah," Draco says. "Yeah, he bought me seven brooms. He also said that I would amount to no more than a thief or plunderer if my grades didn't improve."

"But you get good grades."

"Not good enough," Draco says. "Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, you're Blair Waldorf, okay? You're Blair Waldorf. When you walk down the corridors, people get the fuck out of your way, because you're better than all of them."

She starts to cry in earnest now, wrapping her arms around him and burying her head into his chest. "He didn't even write," she sobs. "He didn't even try to explain or…or say goodbye or – "

"I know," he says. "But you know what, Blair? Fuck everyone. It's just you and me, love. Always going to be you and me. Okay?" She sniffs and lets him wipe the tears from her cheeks. "I really…" he says, but he doesn't know what he wants to say. "I've never…felt this way before. I mean…you're special, I guess."

Blair smiles at him weakly through her tears. "So are you, I guess," she says and then holds onto him tighter. "Thanks, Malfoy."

He smiles at her. "Anytime, Waldorf."


Harry and Blair may have agreed that they'd pretend that their kiss in the Room of Requirement never happened, but that doesn't mean that they forget it. And it certainly doesn't mean that they're friends. Blair shows up to all the DA meetings, but she leaves right away, like she's afraid of what could happen if she lingers. And once, when Draco has her hand on her knee in Potions and is whispering something in Blair's ear that's making her cheeks go pink, he accidentally-on-purpose sends a large, slimy crocodile heart flying between them, causing Snape to take fifty points from Gryffindor. And another time, when they're paired together in Potions, Blair's hand accidentally brushes against Harry's and she takes back her hand like she's been burned, almost knocking over a bottle of armadillo bile. And then when she looks up she accidentally catches Harry's eye and turns pink and tells him to shut up even though he hasn't said anything, as he tries to tell her before she stamps on his foot with much more force than necessary. Also, Blair privately enjoys it when Harry mouths off to Umbridge because it secretly turns her on a little.

However, the height of awkwardness occurs during Harry's disastrous date with Cho Chang. He's sitting with Cho and can't help noticing that Blair and Draco are sitting in a booth in the corner. Blair hasn't noticed him yet, as she's far too engrossed in her conversation with Draco.

"I don't think much of Blair Waldorf or Draco Malfoy," Cho says when she sees where he's looking, "but they're a nice couple, aren't they?"

"They turn my stomach," Harry mumbles as Blair laughs appreciatively at something Draco says and says something in reply that he can't hear. And then Draco's expression changes and Harry's sure that it can't possibly be the same Draco Malfoy that he's been going to school with for the past five years, because surely that Draco can't be capable of such tenderness. He sees him move her hand to the place where his heart should be (if he even has one) before kissing her.

And then he realizes that Cho's been talking this whole time. "Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" Cho screeches and when he looks back he's alarmed to see that her eyes are brimming with tears. Again. "First you tell me that you want to meet Hermione Granger and now you're too busy staring at another girl to pay attention to me?"

"Cho, that's not what I – "

"Oh, save it, Potter," Cho says very loudly and dramatically, causing many heads to turn towards them. A glance toward Blair and Draco's table confirms that they've broken apart to look at them too, but when Blair sees Harry looking at her, she promptly buries her face into Draco's neck, resuming their little make-out session. And before he knows it, Cho's left.

Harry sees them again on his way back to Hogwarts and stays behind them so they won't see him, but Blair looks behind her and spots him. She whispers in Draco's ear and then goes up to Harry and whispers in his ear, "You can do better." Harry can feel himself blushing all the way up to Gryffindor tower.

/

While Harry and Cho are having their disastrous date, Blair and Draco have a nice, romantic day. They manage to snag a booth in the back corner, where they won't be disturbed. "This is so tacky," Blair says, wrinkling her nose at the large cherub showering confetti hearts down on them.

"Sorry," Draco says. "My parents are letting friends stay in our Hogsmeade home."

"It's fine," Blair says. "I don't mind being the classiest couple in the establishment."

"That's not actually much of an accomplishment though, considering," Draco says.

"True," Blair says with smirk, "but let's not talk about that."

"What do you want to talk about?" Draco asks. "Dirty talk?"

"You're a pig," Blair snaps. "It's Valentines' Day."

"Oh, I see," he says with a smirk. "You want to be romantic."

"Damn right I do!" Blair says. "I swear, it's like your heart is in your pants."

Draco laughs. "My heart," he says, "is right here." He takes her hand and gently places it on his chest so she can feel his heart thumping. All of a sudden she feels breathless and she swallows and looks into his eyes. He brushes back hair from her face. "It's yours, you know. I remember last year you told me I was full of it when I said that, but it's true. Really." Blair can only smile at him, unable to think of an appropriate response. "I love you," Draco says, still looking into her eyes.

"I love you too," she murmurs and she presses her lips against his.


When the DA is caught by Draco Malfoy and the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad, everyone at first suspects Blair because she's the only one who manages to escape without getting caught (and also because, hello, she's Blair Waldorf). Really, what happens is that Draco got to her before anyone else can. "You have got to be kidding me," he says, wrinkling his nose.

"You're going to regret making those faces when you're forty and have wrinkles."

"Go up to the Common Room," he says. "I'll deal with your punishment myself."

"I'm not sure that's within your capabilities as an Inquisitorial Squad member."

"Go now," he commands, "before I change my mind."

Blair gives him a peck on the lips. "I'll be waiting in your dormitory," she says before leaving.

"It's all clear here!" she hears Draco shout over his shoulder, running to join the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad.

/

Draco finds Blair sitting on his four-poster bed when he draws back the curtains. "I've been very bad," she purrs. "Why don't you punish me?"

"Don't come in!" he calls back to Crabbe, Goyle and Zabini when they attempt to enter. "I'm busy," he says and flicks his wand at the door to lock it. "The DA, really?" he asks, holding Blair by the shoulders so she doesn't try to distract him by kissing him or something. She's very good at that.

Blair shrugs. "How else was I going to get an Outstanding on my OWL?"

"So you asked for help from Harry Potter?"

"The ends justify the means. Anyway he's not so bad, even if his hair does look like it hasn't met a hairbrush since…well, ever," Blair says.

Draco shakes his head, not really sure what to make of all this. "You're unbelievable."

Blair laughs. "You know," she says, "that Inquisitorial Squad act? It's pretty hot." She presses her lips to his neck, murmurs into his skin, "Now what about that punishment you mentioned earlier?"

Draco groans and hooks his hands around the backs of her knees. He pulls her so that her knees are at either side of his hips and he grinds his lips and his hips against hers, eliciting a breathy moan from Blair – at this point, there's not much to do but just go with it.

/

It's to everyone's surprise when it turns out to be Marietta who ratted out the DA and not Blair. Hermione especially was so sure that it was Blair that she was fully expecting to have the satisfaction of seeing Blair with painful pustules on her face. For about ten minutes, she begins to reconsider her hatred for Blair Waldorf, even going so far as to approach Blair just before boarding the Hogwarts Express. "For the record, Blair, I'm sorry I suspected you," she tells her.

"Excuse me?" Blair says.

"For ratting us out," Hermione explains.

"And you felt the need to tell me this…why?"

"Because it was the honorable thing to do!" Hermone says.

Blair smirks in that way that always gets Hermione's blood boiling. "Next time you want to be 'honorable,' Granger, please don't approach me in public," she says and leaves Hermione seething. Maybe in some alternate universe, she and Blair Waldorf would be friends, but right now Hermione loathes her.

The night it gets out that Draco's father has been put in Azkaban, Draco finds Blair sitting on his bed when he comes up to his dormitory. It's empty, because it's early and everyone else is still in the common room. He can't stand their whispers and their pointed looks, so he decides to go up to bed early.

"Hi," Blair says softly.

"Hi," he says, sitting on the bed next to her.

"I'm sorry about your father," she says.

"Don't be."

"Do you want to talk about – "

"No," he says. "I don't. I'm perfectly fine."

"No, you're not," Blair says, reaching out to put her hand on his, but he pulls his hand back before they touch. "Draco, just because your father was a Death Eater doesn't mean I think any less of you."

"But you think less of my father," Draco says. "Don't you?"

Blair looks down so that it looks like her eyes are closed from where he's looking at her. He doesn't even have to ask to know that this means yes. "I'm proud," Draco says, "that my father is a Death Eater. It's an honor. I don't need your pity, Waldorf." He turns away from her and starts unbuttoning his cuffs with short, jerky movements. "Now get the hell out of my dormitory."

She stands up, smoothing her skirt down, before bending down to kiss his forehead. He closes his eyes and leans into her touch instinctively. "I love you," she says simply before she walks out the door.


They board the Hogwarts Express the next day. Blair doesn't kiss him good morning, doesn't approach him, although he does feel her watching him. Not glaring at him – just watching.

"What's up with you two?" Blaise asks in their compartment. "You're both awfully quiet."

Draco looks at Blair, meeting her eyes. "We're okay," he says and squeezes her hand. She smiles softly at him.

"We're okay," she repeats and squeezes his hand right back.

When they say goodbye, she hugs him tight. "I love you," she says.

"I love you too," he says and all of a sudden he kind of feels like he's going to cry, even though no tears come to his eyes. Which is just fucking embarrassing. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to will away the lump in his throat. He feels like if he lets go, something bad is going to happen, for some reason. "Fuck, I love you so much."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," she says. He can feel her smile against his chest.

"No," he says. "Best thing." He kisses her and it's not appropriate, considering that they're on a crowded platform with people milling all around them, not because it's too sexual, but because it's too needy, too hungry, too everything.

"Write me," Blair says. "Every day. Okay? If anything's wrong..." She takes his hand and kisses his knuckles. "You'll be okay, right?"

He nods shakily. "I'll be fine," he says. "I love you."

"You too," Blair whispers and she kisses him one last time before she says goodbye.