AN- Ok, chappie two. Hooray! So yeah, I'm just kinda working out the whole idea, cuz I have a scene already written, and I'm trying real hard to work it in, so… yeah. Anyways, here you go!
Blaise and Draco sat at the house table, one hand engaged in holding the other's, the second hand busy moving food into their mouths. It had been about a week since they'd decided to "go public" with their relationship. Granted, every single person in Slytherin had known the second Blaise had told Pansy, because Pansy had proceeded to shriek as loudly as she could at them both about how she hated them, despised them both, wanted them to rot in hell forever, etc, etc. Pansy can shriek rather loudly, so everyone heard it. Therefore, everyone knew.
But no one else in Hogwarts had known until they had had appeared together, rather embarrassed, from a closet in the main hallway during a class change. The closet had actually made them leave, it being enchanted by Peeves to eject random objects from its insides into the hall when people were walking by. This was unfortunate for Blaise and Draco, but hilarious to everyone else. Slytherin didn't think was funny, but that was because McGonigle had taken off 100 points from them each for "unseemly conduct," and made them dust all the portraits in the Headmaster's office and the rest of the west wing. It would've been an arduous task indeed if Blaise hadn't known a charm that made dust leap off of an object and into a bucket. As a result, they finished the halls in record time and spent the rest of the time they had left snogging in an empty classroom. It was, as Draco put it, "The best detention ever."
Today was a Hogesmeades visit, and everyone had on their coats and hats already, waiting in the hallway by the time the two finished their breakfast. They hurriedly put on their winter cloaks and rushed off to the village. Once there, they parted ways for a little bit on a "gift race" that Blaise had challenged Draco to. The point of the race was to find the most thoughtful gift they could and buy it in ten minutes. They met back in the center of the town, seating themselves on a bench near the ice fountain.
"Well, what did you get?" Draco asked. Blaise shook her head, clutching the bag she had in her hands to her. "Oh no, we have to exchange. It's a gift race, Draco, remember? Now, on the count of three we switch, ok?" He nodded, and the counted down together, both grabbing their present from the other's hand at the same time and rapidly tearing it open, eager to see what they had gotten. Blaise beat Draco in the unwrapping, and nearly fell off the bench laughing at the gift. "Where on earth did you find Firewater Kisses?" she asked, holding up the lip-shaped hard candies made from a distilled sugary mixture of the drink. Waggling his eyebrows at her as he tore open his bag, Draco teased, "Wouldn't you like to know?" Dodging the light slap she sent his way, he managed to get off the last of the paper and ward off any further attacks at the same time. Holding up the bottle he found inside, he turned a questioning look towards the dark-haired girl next to him. "What exactly is this?" Grinning, she pushed the bottle back towards him. "Look inside, you mudbrain!"
Peering into the hazy glass, he saw a shape move inside. He looked harder, studying the contents of the bottle. Suddenly his eyes widened, and he looked up at her. "How did you do this?" She smiled triumphantly. "It's a dream in a bottle. Or more specifically, a memory. I had my memory of the first time I met you put in there. You were flying around on the Quidditch field, and you looked so peaceful. It's my favorite. Now watch this." She took the bottle from him, and held it in her hands for a second, eyes closed. Slowly the scene of Draco floating on a broomstick dissolved, and the scene of their first kiss swam up from the mist in the bottle. He watched as the memory unfolded, and gasped as it disappeared, and another scene came into its place. It was a frozen picture of the two of them, a snapshot of them, obviously recent, that showed them in a moment of love. They were smiling with their arms around each other, and their faces were very close, it was obviously directly before a kiss.
Blaise's eyes opened and she smile at him as the couple in the bottle dissolved and the flying Draco reappeared. She handed it back to him, and explained as he wrapped it back up, "If you hold it in your hands it activates other memories I had added."
Draco shook his head as he stood up, putting the carefully wrapped bottle into his pocket. "You are incredible, Blaise." She took his hand and he helped her stand up, and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him quickly, then pulled back and grinned mischievously. "I know." Then she grabbed up a handful of snow and dumped it down his robe, running away shrieking while he raced after her, cursing and laughing at the same time. He cornered her at outside Honeydukes and lifted her up, carrying her to Madam Rosmerta's, never putting her down until they reached a booth in the back.
She sat across from him, her cheeks pink with embarrassment and happiness, giggling into her butterbeer as he cracked jokes and flirted with her mercilessly. When they stood up to leave for Hogwarts, she gave him a peck on the cheek, remarking "Draco Malfoy, you are such a charmer." He swept off his hat and made a gallant bow, offering her his arm as he stood up. "Forsooth my lady, wouldst thou kindly allow me to escort you to your carriage?" She laughed as she took his arm and they swept grandly out of the pub, only to collapse in laughter once outside. Madam Rosmerta watched them from behind the bar, a smile on her face. "Those two are one hell of a couple, I say."
Dumbledore, from his seat at the bar, chuckled into his drink as he answered her, "I'll drink to that, my dear." And downed his mug in a toast to the happy pair.
AN- well, what do you think so far? Let me know, k? I'll respond to anyone, I promise. Any questions or comments are welcome, be they of the glowy or firery kind, it matters not! Play the guessing game, it's fun!