Blaise's POV:
Luna told him that Neville would be there in the Courtyard, and he was! He sat there alone, the pages of his book flopping in the breeze and his chin resting in his hand.
The sun beat down on him, highlighting his dark locks and the light blue of his sweater. He looked beautiful. Blaise drinks in the sight for a few seconds, admiring the boy on the grass before moving from his spot and standing in front of him.
"Hi." He says softly.
"Oh... Hello." Neville replies. He looks down at Neville's wrist and smiles. The bracelet he gifted him shining in the sunlight.
"I want to talk to you... about, well... many things." Blaise says.
Neville lays his book down beside him and stands to his feet. "Ok, what is it?"
"I uhm... I need to confess something." Blaise gulps.
Neville furrows his brows at him, "Well, go on then."
"You know that boy who sent you the gift?" He asks and Neville nods. "I... Uh, I'm the person who send it to you."
Neville stares at him and opens his mouth to say something, but is silent. "I'll prove it to you if you want." Blaise says, "I know your father is no longer around, your grandmother doesn't like to hug people... I uh... I don't know how else to prove it to you..." Blaise says.
"Wait, I have a quill and paper." Neville says, reaching into his pocket and pulling it out. "Maybe this is stupid but I want you to write something for me. Anything." Neville says, handing him the materials.
"Alright." Blaise grabs the book Neville laid down, presses the parchment onto the book and writes: 'Don't be afraid to speak your mind, brave one.'
Neville grabs it from him when he finishes and smiles, "It is you..." He whispers. But that smile slowly fades. "Wait... since when? How long did you like me?"
"Since late in fourth year... I never once thought about liking a guy, not even a Gryffindor before... But then I started to observe you. I will admit though, I observed you for selfish reasons... But then the more I looked at you... Well, you know how it goes." He chuckles nervously.
"But... Why? Why would you like me? I'm not much to look at at all and I'm boring for sure. Why in the world would you like me?" Neville asks.
Blaise shakes his head at him, "Are you kidding me right now? You really don't see it, do you? If you were me you'd understand. There are these small things about you that... maybe you hate, but they drew me to you. The way you stumble over your feet all the time." He chuckles, "It's adorable. The way you smile... Merlin, I can't describe it. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen... That look you get when you're working in Herbology... Your face just lights up. How you stutter when you talk and fumble around when you're nervous." Neville stares down at his shoes, his cheeks burning red, "And your cute little blush, how could I forget that?"
Blaise takes his pointer finger and places it under Neville's chin, lifting up his head softly. Neville stares up at him, eyes filled with a look of innocence.
Blaise slowly leans in, only to have the space closed instantly by Neville.
He kissed rough, a bit sloppy even, but it was the most he's ever felt in a kiss. The girls he had before tried too hard and it was only fueled by lust. Not this, nothing was like this. They pull away and Blaise smiles at him again, which makes Neville look at the floor.
"And your bravery. Merlin, you're brave." Blaise chuckles.
"Too bold? Was that bad?" Neville asks nervously.
"No, it was perfect." Blaise compliments, leaning towards Neville and kissing his warm red cheek. He leans away and grabs both of Neville's hands in his own and looks him in the eyes. "Neville... I love you. I really do. I didn't tell you in the letters because I was afraid, but I love you." He smiles brightly, "And it's alright if you don't say it back. I mean, I've had feelings for you for years and you've only had feelings for me for... months it seems. So, I get it."
Neville says softly, "But I like you... more than a friend."
Blaise smiles, "And that's enough for me." He stares at him for a few seconds, taking in his features, "You really are handsome, you know that right?" Blaise asks.
"Eh..." Neville replies, his smile slowly fading.
Blaise reaches forward again and leaves persistent kisses upon his cheek playfully, "Say you're handsome right now!" Blaise teases.
"No!" Neville giggles.
"Say it or I'll do this forever." Blaise sings.
"Impossible!" Neville giggles.
"Try me, darling." Blaise smirks.
"Fine! I'm handsome now stop it!" He giggles.
Blaise pulls away with his hands up, noticing Neville's cheeks were more red than before. "I stopped. Happy now?" Neville sighs annoyedly with a grin plastered upon his once frowning face. Blaise considers his mission accomplished.
Blaise's heart flutters inside him. He had just done some of the things he's wanted to do for what seems like ages. It felt like a dream, but he hoped it wasn't one.
"So... uh, you're the one who's been talking to me through letters?" Neville asks.
"Yes, my dear Neville. It is me." Blaise says dramatically and Neville giggles.
"You're more goofy than I thought you'd be." Neville says.
"Is that good?" Blaise asks with an eyebrow raised.
"Yes," Neville smiles, "But... I wanted to say thank you for helping me. I really appreciate you being there. You really helped me and uh, the gifts got me through a lot. I sleep with that blanket every day."
"Well, I'm glad. I should be thanking you, you know. I could've been starving without you." He smiles at him.
"I'm still upset about that." Neville says with a sharp tone. "But hey, at least you're safe now." He looks at the ground and speaks again, "I need to tell you something else... That boy I was talking about in the letters... It was you." He rubs his neck and blushes again.
Blaise's heartbeats wildly inside his chest. "Oh... I'm the one who won the affections of Neville Longbottom... The first one in fact if your letters are correct." Blaise smirks proudly at him, but only to tease him.
"Well uh... You dress pretty nice... You smell nice..." Neville says nervously.
"Do you think I'm sexy?" Blaise teases. If it were possible, Neville's face would turn to flames at how red it was. "I'm joking, Nev." He chuckles softly.
"Oh..." Neville says nervously.
"I'm sorry." Blaise apologizes, "I won't go that far again, I promise."
"No, it's ok. I just didn't expect it... I mean, you can be..." Neville says.
"Really now?" Blaise smirks, "How come? If you don't mind saying, of course."
"Your voice... That smile you've giving me right now... I must be making things weird." Neville says.
Blaise laughs, "No, never. I get it. I agree, I am pretty hot."
Neville laughs, "That's so conceited!"
"I'm still a Slytherin! What did you expect, my darling?" Blaise asks.
"You're right, my bad." Neville replies with a smile.
Blaise leans in to kiss Neville once again, only to be interrupted by a soft voice.
"Oh! I didn't mean to interrupt." Luna says, trying to hide the smirk on her face. "I just came to tell you that lunch was ready. It might be a bit uncomfortable sitting on the floor, but it's still the same food." Luna says.
"Oh, great! Come on, Nev." Blaise says, grabbing Neville's hand in his own and walking towards the Great Hall, a smile never leaving his face.