You had come here before at nighttime, last year during Valentine's day. You step into the courtyard and look up to the night sky. Once again, you had the area all to yourself.

You sigh, you had missed today's Hogsmeade trip to help gather evidence for Hagrid's case.

"If only I had a butterbeer..."

"If there were butterbeer, would Miss. Caeru stop here in the courtyard and talk with me under the night sky?"

Smiling wide, Blaise walked up to you, handing you a Butterbeer.

"Of course." You grin and take the drink from his hand.

"How'd you know I'd be here? And the butterbeer?"

Blaise looked up at the stars.

"The stars were out, so I knew you'd come out to stargaze. Also, I didn't see you at Hogsmeade, so I brought you back a butterbeer, just in case."

You nod with approval.

"Good eye. But what would you have done if I weren't here?"

Blaise shrugged.

"Downed to drink myself."

The courtyard, this was the only place she could go. He had witnessed them standing here last year. Except they were watching the sky, he was watching her.

"Well then, thanks!" You say, taking a sip of the drink.

Blaise nodded, sitting next to you silently. You cocked your head at him.

"Are you just going to sit here with me?"

"Isn't this how it's always been?"

How could you forget, this kind of silence was common between you two.

"Right, I forgot. But I like it this way. It's... nice."

"You like it?" Blaise asked, admiring your face.

You nod and he smiles.

"Then don't forget to call me next time you want to do this."

You smirk.

"Sure, but you better stock up on Butterbeer." You raise your glass.

"No problem, a bottle of butterbeer for a date with the daughter of the Caeru family. It's a good deal!"

You laughed softly.

"But I'm a Gryffindor... aren't you bothered by that?"

"It's you. So I don't care." Blaise replied firmly. "In this way, I'm no different from Draco."

"Why'd you bring him up?" You scrunch up your brow.

"You hate him?"

"Duh~"

Blaise burst into laughter.

"Should I be happy? Now I have a chance to be your knight as well, my princess."

As well? Oh, of course that cow Parkinson is spreading rumors.

"I'm only friends with Harry. Don't listen to Parkinson."

"I actually thought..."

"Ew, no! He's like a brother to me!" You interrupt him.

"I'm joking. Of course I didn't believe it. I'm the only one who can be your knight." Blaise smiled as if he had just owned the whole world.

"I don't need a knight." You turn away from him, feeling yourself blushing.

"But I need a princess..." You could feel his gaze burning into you. You sigh and turn around to face him again, hands on your hips.

"But I ain't no princess."

"Then be my queen, my one and only."

Blaise took your hand in his and kissed the back of it.

You stared at him, dumbfounded before finally smiling again.

"I must say, you've nearly convinced me. But you'll have to work harder than that to convince a Caeru."

Blaise returned your smile.

"I am a Slytherin, I will get what I want."

You fell silent for a moment. You both knew he had won.

"Alright then, my knight."

"My pleasure, my queen."