In Which Alcohol Takes its Effects
Hermione stared at Blaise as he pulled away from her mouth. She was in serious shock and was sure it wasn't the second cocktail she was on, (though she was definitely more lucid.)
Really, she wasn't complaining, quick though it had been it was still a bloody good snog.
"Why'd you do that?" She asked bluntly, staring at Blaise, who was looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Er- because you, you, er. The alcohol was making you look funny- I though you might pass out." He blurted, avoiding Hermione's eye.
"Clearing kissing stops you from a blackout then?" She asked, amused, attempting to hide her embarrassment.
Blaise began to nod, then stopped. "Er. Perhaps that was a pretty crap explanation?"
"Perhaps," Hermione replied, unconcerned. She took another sip of her cocktail, rather liking watching Blaise squirm. "Well? I'm guessing we have some sort of attraction here- an obvious sign if you'll go to such lengths so I don't black out."
"Well," Blaise took a deep breath, "I'm in love with you.
Hermione chocked on her cocktail.
"What the fuck!" She yelled. She seemed to realise as soon as it had come out of her mouth what she'd said and immediately ducked her head and whispered. "You're out of your mind, Blaise- you don't know if-"
"Don't tell me I don't know," Blaise whispered harshly, "I've been in love with you for two years. I watch you Hermione, see your actions, know your words, anticipate what you're going to say. Don't tell me I don't know- the hell I don't."
Hermione gaped at him. Really, she was stumped.
"I, I don't love you Blaise," she replied honestly.
Blaise didn't bat an eyelid, "No, I know that. And I'm not asking you too. Just… give me a chance, please?" he begged, his eyes burrowing into Hermione's.
Really, it had been a very good snog and he was good looking, and rather smart, but a Slytherin? Dangerous-
"Yes. I think we can give it a go." She said matter of factly, taking another sip of drink. "Though I am starting to think this alcohol is affecting me a bit- I may not remember in the morning."
Blaise grinned at Hermione who was now humming as she sipped.
"You're meant to kiss me now," she said matter of factly.
"Er," Blaise looked shifty, "the straw's in the way."
In Which Ron is Uncomfortable
The widescreen television did not seem to have distracted Terry from his quest to "engage Ron in conversation."
"How are you doing this evening, Ron?" he asked, shifting closer, a huge smile plastered all over his face. Ron glanced at him shiftily before rapidly flicking his eyes back to the television.
"Okay," he replied briefly, in what he hoped was an uninterested voice. Terry chuckled,
"So, what have you been up too? I haven't seen you around for a while. Ron desperately restrained his urge to run out the door, but instead still didn't look at Terry and shifted slightly.
"Work; busy," he hoped it sounded vague.
"Oh yes Ron," Terry purred rather closely in his ear, "busy?"
Ron just about slapped him. He instead jumped up, violently read in the face and addressed Terry.
"Look, Boot," he began.
"Oh, I'm looking," Terry smiled, quietly.
"Exactly!" Ron yelled, outraged. He spluttered incoherently for a few seconds, "Look- er, not that, well I don't, he paused to take a deep breath- ignoring the curious looks from round the room. "NO!"
"Oh come on, Ron," Terry said gently, standing up. "Don't get so freaked out- seriously, how do you know you don't like something if-"
"NO!" Ron yelled again, somewhat hysterically, he started backing away from Terry, who was looking amused. "Seriously, an N and an O; do you not get it. NO!"
Terry's face dropped slightly, he stared at Ron.
"I get it," his voice was somewhat flat. He turned away from Ron and sat back down in front of the television, not looking at him. Ron immediately felt guilty.
"Look, Boot, I didn't mean it like that- we can be mates." Ron stepped forward, trying to engage Terry. His head snapped around rapidly.
"Mates?" he asked hopefully, face brightening, "with, privileges?" Ron red and shook his head violently. "Okay, I get it," Terry said wearily. He turned back to the television, and Ron walked off to talk to Harry.
"Doesn't mean I won't stop trying though."
Ron shuddered and kept walking.