Blaise sat in the great hall watching its ancient doors. Draco was late. He forks at his mashed potatoes before placing it slowly in his mouth. He was bored. The conversation around his table was like a cancer patient, painful and slowly dying off. So he tried to stray from it. The doors open then. In she strolls. He looks back at her table, Merlin he'd been so pre-occupied in keeping himself occupied he hadn't even noticed she wasn't there. His eyes follow her as she moves, her hips swaying ever so lightly. His desire for her fills the very pit of his stomach, he's never wanted anything this badly before, and as much a Draco made fun the idea was just as uncanny to him as Draco made it out to be. He felt like throwing up whenever he laid eyes on her, but unlike Draco it wasn't with disgust, it was with nerves and such a furious yearning for her that he had to tighten ever muscle in his body just to keep from taking her right there. However there was only one thing in his body that was tightening right now as she leaned over the table to whisper something to the she Weasely, letting her black school skirt rise slowly exposing the smooth creamy white skin of her upper thigh. His breath came out in ragged puffs. Merlin he had never had such a weak self control not even when he was a young boy. But she had this effect on him, one that he couldn't seem to budge. With difficulty he tore his eyes away from her when a familiar chuckle was heard beside him. Appears as if Draco had arrived.
"Where have you been?" He asks not exactly caring but more to be assumed he was making an effort and trying to get her cream skin out of his mind. He wondered what she would taste like. Her skin under his lips, her sprawled beneath him, her eyes full of desire for him. He wondered as his eyes drifted back to where she now sat. Draco followed his gaze.
"Nowhere special." He answered plainly.
She turned then, her eyes met his for a second and his heart already went into over drive and then they were caught in the gaze of his best friend. Draco smirked at her, she scolded before looking away. And then for some very odd reason he thought that maybe Draco trying harder wasn't such a good idea. Strange, so he let the thought slip.