Blaise leaned against his headboard and sighed. He tilted back his head and counted the cracks in the ceiling again, even though he knew there were 24. He contemplated studying his Potions homework, but didn't feel like doing it. His gaze flicked to the clock- it read 3:44 am. Sighing again, he twiddled his thumbs, hoping the boys would come home soon. Blaise didn't particularly care for any of the girls, and his mind suddenly thought back to a fallout with Ginny in front of the Gryffindor common room.
"You don't love me, Blaise, we both know it. Never have, never will. So don't pretend, for my sake," she threw at him, slamming the painting. The accusation in her voice stung, but Blaise couldn't bring himself to chase after her; he really wasn't that into her. It was kind of difficult if he kept thinking of Theodore.
Just the thought irked him, that stupid Nott with his charm and wit. He really was a fetching young man, Blaise realized. Abruptly, he heard a clunk in the common room. He rapidly dashed under his covers , feigning sleep.
Theodore stumbled into the room,and clumsily made his way to Blaise's bed. Shaking him clumsily, Theodore whispered, "Blaisey, wake up. Blaise,wake up please. I need your help." Rolling over, Blaise looked Theo solemnly in the eyes. Theodore proceeded to clamber his way onto Blaise's tummy.
"Kiss me, Blaisey," he told him, and Blaise complied. Theodore pulled away softly after a moment, an easy smile charming his features.
"You know somebody could waltz in at any given moment," Blaise licked his way up Theodore's neck.
"I am very drunk, and so horny I can't remember the alphabet. What you just told me is only making me harder," the Slytherin laughed as he toyed with a nipple, making Blaise gasp. "I am going to fuck you until you actually pass out."