Blaise's POV:
He was worried, very worried. Even though it drove him crazy that their hands kept touching and he had to go scream in a bathroom because of it, he wished he was here right now, just to make sure he was safe.
As he walked towards the Slytherin common room, he was called by Professor Trelawney. "Dumbledore needs to see you, dear." She says.
"Alright... The password?" He asks.
"Sherbet lemon, dear." She says, her eyes bulging behind her glasses. He nods and rushes away. That woman was weird.
He steps up to the gargoyle, says the password, and steps up the now revealed spiral steps.
He feels suddenly comforted by the familiar office.
"Blaise! No need to sit, unless you want to of course. I only need to talk with you briefly." Dumbledore says.
"Uh... Ok, what is it?"
"How is that bracelet working out for you?"
Oh no. "Oh, yeah it's good. Works really well." He gulped, but spoke confidently.
"Oh, really? You don't seem to be wearing it right now." Dumbledore points out.
He paused for a bit, thinking of an excuse, "Yeah, I left it in the common room."
"Or... You gave it to someone." Dumbledore smirks and stokes his long gray beard.
Oh. No. "Huh?"
"Someone came into my office, a young Gryffindor. He had that bracelet in his pocket, the same one I enchanted. It may be some coincidence, but if I'm correct I'd say you gifted him that bracelet, yeah?" Blaise simply stares at the floor, debating whether or not to run away. "Just so you know, that bracelet helped him in a time of need today. He might've passed out if it wasn't for your gift. That's very kind of you." Blaise smiles at this. "But I'm assuming you didn't simply do it to be kind?"
"What do you mean?" Blaise asks.
"Well, you don't seem like the type to do that and well, don't think an old man doesn't notice certain things..." Dumbledore smiles.
"What things?" He asks nervously.
Dumbledore sighs, "I guess I must tell you a story. Sit here right here," He point to the seat in front of him and Blaise goes to sit in it. "Well, when I was your age there was this boy I knew. He was a student at Durmstrang, I was in Hogwarts. But we were very much alike. We became lovers very soon after meeting each other. I loved him, sometimes I still think of him... But terrible things happened between us. We fought each other, becoming enemies, and he showed his dark side. I was heartbroken." He stares at his desk with sad eyes, "But I can see that love in you. I notice how you look at him. The importance of that story is that there is nothing wrong with how you feel. It's completely normal. Love is a beautiful thing and you should be glad you can experience it."
"I can't! He has a girlfriend and he'll never love me back and even a tiny bit of physical contact with him ruins my ability to think and act correctly! I hate it." Blaise vents.
"I thought the same way... But these feelings remind you that you have love in your heart, that you're human! That's something special. It may hurt, but it's a blessing to feel such an emotion. Don't take it for granted, ever. I took it for granted and now I'm regretting it. You can learn things from everyone you love, even if it doesn't work out. You have them for a reason. They teach you something in life. For example, Gellert taught me what love felt like. Not only that, but he made me realize who I truly was. If I never met him, I never would've known. Now, think about what your love towards Neville is teaching you. Even if it hurts, you need this. You wouldn't have it if you didn't." Dumbledore says, giving him a kind smile.
Blaise furrows his brows and thinks for a bit. He's right. If he never met Neville he never would've known what true love felt like and would've been stuck in a life of lust and manipulation. He never would've known empathy, compassion, and most importantly: happiness. Even if he did feel miserable at the moment.
"I understand now. Thank you." Blaise says.
"I am happy to help. What can I say, when you're as old as me you learn many things to pass onto the people who need it most. Just so you know, though, I am proud of you for being so generous to Neville. He really needs it. You can be assured that he is very thankful, even if he has no idea it's you." Dumbledore tells him, going up to him and handing him a bag of sherbet lemons. "That's for your time." He gives him a kind smile and pats him on the shoulder.
"Thank you, Professor." Blaise smiles back and Dumbledore nods in response. He takes a deep breath and walks out the door.
As he's walking toward the common room once more, the halls now empty, he is stopped by someone.
"What did you do to Neville?!" says Hannah Abbott, her face as red as a beet.
"Nothing? What do you mean?" Blaise asks awkwardly.
"He sits there and stares at you like you're some unicorn and keeps spacing out. And don't think I didn't notice how sad he looked when the word got around that you had a little thing for that revolting Malfoy. What did you do, hit him with a love potion?!" Hannah shouts.
"First of all, I don't like Malfoy at all, we are just friends. Second, I really haven't noticed any of this. Third, why in the world would I give a love potion to Neville?" Blaise asks.
"To humiliate him, that's what. Don't act like you don't want to see him suffer. You all do! You're all sick!" Hannah shouts. "How dare you?! And don't try to say you didn't notice, I saw you looking too! You sick little snake!"
"I'm telling you-"
"Shut up! Don't think you can manipulate me! In fact, I'll get him tested for that love potion and it's gonna come back positive. Then you'll be expelled! Maybe then you'll realize you can't just go around picking on people!" Hannah shouts at him, spinning on her heels with her hair nearly hitting him in the face, and stomping away in a huff.
How crazy was she?! Neville didn't even act like he had feelings for Blaise and he never will act that way. She seriously had a problem, he knew that for sure.
Hannah's POV:
She came into the hospital wing the next day after she had begged Neville to go there and get tests done.
She stomps into the room, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She was ready to confront Blaise as soon as the results came back. She was very certain they would be positive. With everything she has seen since she has been with Neville, it would make complete sense that Blaise slipped him a potion, especially after they made a rumor about him liking Blaise. It was all some sick plan she was sure of it.
Between the stares, sad looks, and that strange encounter at the Three Broomsticks, she was convinced he had been enchanted.
"Hi, Hannah!" Neville says, standing up beside his bed and grabbing his stuff.
"Wait... why are you packing things up?" She asks.
Madame Pomfrey speaks for him, "The tests for the love potions came back negative. I even did other tests, they were negative! Nothing to worry about here!" She says with a smile.
What?! That can't be true! Unless...
"Oh, great. Uh, I'll be outside." She says, stepping outside the room and going into an empty bathroom.
If she is thinking correctly, this means that... No, that can't be! They kissed each other! But then again, many gay guys always date girls first before they realize they're gay.
That would explain the awkwardness and seemingly lack of interest Neville showed in her. Even though they were dating, he would never stare at her the way he stared at Blaise. In fact, he never stared at her. He never even acknoledged her until she asked him out.
She wishes it wasn't true and wishes she could find another logical explaination, but there simply isn't one. Neville didn't like her and he never will. Neville likes boys!
She steps outside the bathroom and sees Neville waiting for her with his blanket.
"Neville, we need to talk." She says softly.
"Of course. What is it?" He asks.
"I... I think we need to break up." Hannah says, trying to hold back the tears. She felt stupid for feeling sad about it.
"What? Why?" He asks.
"I just... I don't... I don't believe we are working out. It's awkward and well, I just don't think we have good chemistry. I'm sorry. I gotta go." She says, leaving him without another word.
She feels heartbroken, but it was the right thing to do. It was weird between them anyways.