Hogwarts Fun Fair, Kissing Booth, crack booth: Blaise Zabini must kiss Gilderoy Lockhart.
A/N: Obviously this is set in a world where Gilderoy's spell damage gets reversed.
Word Count: 370
Blaise Zabini knows he should keep walking. It isn't like he owes the man on the street anything. In fact, stopping and doing a good deed would destroy his carefully crafted reputation of being detached and so above it all.
But he can't resist. He still remembers being twelve years old and rendered tongue tied at the sight of that golden hair and bright, pearly smile. Those feelings haven't faded over the years, even though Gilderoy Lockhart looks worse for wear now. His golden hair is streaked with white strands, and his once flawless skin is visibly lined. Dark shadows line his eyes.
But he is still handsome.
"Professor Lockhart?"
The older man looks at him with a confused smile. Blaise doesn't know what happened exactly all those years ago, only that his mind had been broken. He doesn't know how much of that's true; Gilderoy Lockhart doesn't look like a broken man.
"Professor," Gilderoy echoes with an amused quirk of his lips. "Ah… Yes, I was a professor. Best you ever had, I assume?"
Blaise can't help it. His cheeks heat, and he bites his lip. It shouldn't be this easy for someone to make him into a blushing fool. He is cool and collected; no one can shake him. So why is Gilderoy proving to be the exception?
"Blaise," Blaise says. "Blaise Zabini. Not sure if you remember me."
"I don't." Gilderoy's bright blue eyes move up Blaise's body, and the grin on his lips indicates that he likes what he sees. "But I wouldn't mind getting to know you again."
Before Blaise can even form a response in his head, Gilderoy leans in, his lips pressing against Blaise's in a quick kiss. When he pulls away, Gilderoy winks. "Have to keep it chaste," he says, gesturing at the busy street. No one seems to have even noticed the exchange. "Imagine the fun we could have in private."
Blaise would like to say that he's grown past his schoolboy crush, but he would be a liar. Trembling with excitement, he nods. "I don't live far from here," he says, grateful that his voice does not tremble the way his limbs do.
Gilderoy takes his hand. "Lead the way."