Chapter 2

Blaise held back a laugh as he saw Draco Malfoy run passed him into the dormitories. Blaise had seen him staring oddly at him during dinner, and he didn't exactly know the reason yet, though he had an idea. Blaise was openly gay, but he'd only tell you if he asked. He wasn't the type to flaunt it. So, of course, he had silly hopes of Draco maybe realizing the he is also gay. But Blaise knew not to get his hopes up.

When Blaise went into the dormitory later that night, he knew Draco was watching him, though pretending to be asleep. So Blaise thought it would be a laugh to undress very slowly, teasing the Malfoy. And he knew it worked, because Draco quickly turned in the opposite direction, and Blaise found himself holding back more laughter.He had to admit, Draco was very attractive. He had looks opposite of Blaise. In contrast to Blaise's dark brown, Draco had blonde hair that was almost white. It was sleek and shiny, as Blaise's was always very messy, but in a sexy way. Blaise's eyes were full of color, and very warm, as Draco's were cold and distant. Their height was relatively the same, and they both dawned a splendid Slytherin badge on their chests. Blaise was often turned on by assertive people such as Draco, that were quick to talk and always had something to say in return. Thinking of Draco, Blaise turned over in his bed to look at him. Draco was still facing the opposite direction, but Blaise noticed that Draco was holding his breath. Smiling, Blaise fell asleep to the sight of Draco's pale back.

The next morning, when Blaise opened his eyes, he saw Draco sitting up in his bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and looking out the window. His eyes narrowed in the light, weak from his sleep. Draco moved slowly out of his bed and began to stretch, arching his back and stretching his arms over his head, intertwining his hands at their peak. Blaise continued to watch as Draco rolled his shoulders and began to make his bed, tossing the sheets around.

"Good morning, Draco." said Blaise, softly. Draco looked up from his bed at Blaise.

"Same to you, Zabini." Draco returned with a cold tone. He was still calling Blaise by his last name, as Blaise had become comfortable with calling Draco by his first. Blaise noticed that Draco didn't seem as nervous as the night before, as he went back to making his bed. Blaise sat up in his bed, his muscles feeling tired and weak. He began stretching in his bed, making movements similar to Draco's as he sat there in his bed. Blaise looked at the clock at his bedside, and almost panicked when it said it was around noon. But then he realized that it was Saturday, and then he noticed that other boys were still sleeping.

"Aren't you going to wake up your little goonies?" asked Blaise, staring pointingly at the two fat bodies of Crabbe and Goyle beyond Draco. Draco turned around to look at them, grimacing as one of them let out a loud snore.

"I'd rather not." he replied. "I don't feel like being around such thickness this early on a Saturday morning."

"Quite a good choice." Blaise said. "Are you going to the Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor match today?"

"Most likely, as I've got nothing else better to do. Of course, I'll be cheering on Ravenclaw. Those dirty Gryffindors can kiss my Slythy-arse." Draco grinned at Blaise, and Blaise returned it, feeling a small twinge in his stomach.

"I may not go. I might skip out and roam around the school. It's fun to do when most of the students are out of the school." said Blaise, climbing out of his bed and grabbing some of his weekend clothes, that usually consisted of a dark colored, button-up shirt and hardly baggy jeans. He noticed that Draco made a point not to look at him as he slowly put these clothes on, still tired from just waking up. Blaise crabbed one of his Slytherin robes and put it on lazily over his regular clothing. "You should join me in my roaming." Blaise suggested to Draco when he finished putting on his clothes.

"And why would I want to roam around in an empty castle with a bloke that is rumoured to be gay?" Draco said hastily, putting on a white shirt over jeans that he had put on as Blaise was getting dressed.

"I don't know. You tell me." replied Blaise with a wink. Blaise left for the common room after using magic to make his bed and straighten his trunk.

The common room was empty except for one or two students. It was too late for breakfast, and lunch didn't start until around one on weekends. He cursed, since he was pretty hungry and couldn't eat for about another hour. And he usually didn't have the energy to do anything until he ate, so he was pretty lost at what to do next. He turned around and saw Draco making his way down the stairs.

"Malfoy!" Blaise said to him when he reached the bottom. "How does a trip to the lake sound?" Draco stopped in his tracks and looked at Blaise as if he was a skrewt. For a second, Blaise thought that Draco was going to decline, but instead, Draco accepted the offer with a small, "Sure," and a nod of his head. Blaise smiled.

The walk down to the lake was slow and quiet. Blaise gained the habit of casting glances at Draco. Every time he looked, Blaise noticed that Draco seemed to make and effort not to look at Blaise, and his hands were firmly in his pockets.Blaise couldn't walk the whole way in this tense silence, so he tried to think up a conversation to start.

"So, Draco, do you have a girlfriend?" asked Blaise. He supposed that was a good place to start, as he already knew the answer, but it would also be a good way to subtley hint a few things.

"Yes." Draco replied. "Pansy Parkinson." He didn't seem too excited about her, Blaise noticed.

"Do you love her?" Blaise asked, not hesitating, though he knew it was a quite personal question. Draco was silent for about ten seconds, and Blaise thought he wasn't going to answer.

"No." Draco said firmly. "I don't. And I don't think I ever will."

"Why not?"

Draco didn't answer. He just continued walking, and acted as if Blaise never asked the question. Blaise grinned. He didn't really expect Draco to answer, but he might've gotten all of the answers he needed with Draco's action.

When Draco and Blaise reached the grounds, Blaise could see why the common room was almost empty. Half of the school was sitting around on the grass, on the edge of the lake, or under a tree. Blaise could see his friends a few feet away, sunbathing near the lake, surrounded by books and sweets. One of them, a girl named Jamie, looked up at Blaise. She saw Draco, and grinned at Blaise. Blaise grinned back. He put a hand on Draco's back and guided him over to his friends. He could feel Draco shaking slightly when he touched his back.

"Hey, everyone. This is Draco, but I'm sure you already know that. He's an arrogant bastard." Blaise said to his friends. Draco shot him a look, and Blaise could only smile sarcastically. Blaise moved to sit beside Jamie, and dragged Draco along with him, and had to pull him down with him when he sat.

"So, Draco." Blaise said. "You never answered my question. Why can't you love Pansy?" Blaise knew that he was risking getting his head bit off with this question.

"What makes you think I would tell you?" Draco said in a snotty, defensive voice.

"Because you could've easily lied and said you did love her, to avoid this inquiry." Blaise knew he wanted this answer, and he won't give up, even if it meant he was going to be insulted continuously by this arrogant Slytherin. But he could see Draco's defenses weakening, being stuck in a corner.

"Maybe I don't want you to know, then, Zabini." Draco replied, going back to using Blaise's last name in a time of need. Blaise smiled subtley at that.

"Then what can I do to get you to tell me?" Blaise asked. Draco seemed annoyed, yet suprised at how Blaise seemed to persist on getting this answer from Draco. Yet, Draco had no answer to this question. Draco's eyes lingered on Blaise for a few seconds longer, and he looked down at the grass, fiddling with a single piece, tearing it apart and moving to another. Blaise watched Draco's hands destroy a blade of grass, one by one, the way they violently pulled and jerked at the grass, tearing each blade in half. Blaise felt something nudge his foot, and looked to see Jamie's foot. He looked up at her and she was asking silently with her face, "So, is this one your new interest?" Blaise nodded.

"Say, Blaise, have you picked up any boys lately?" Jamie asked. Draco's head shot up from the grass and looked at her, and to Blaise. Blaise grinned at Jamie.

"So, the rumors are true? You are a fairy!" asked Draco, looking at Blaise as though he were a particularly nasty bug.

"Yes, he's a fairy. Would you like to see him fly?" Jamie asked. Blaise looked at her, and she winked.

"What? Fly?" Draco asked, looking confused and slightly frightened.

"Yes, Draco." Blaise answered. "Fly. Like this." Blaise lunged, or flew, at Draco. Draco flinched, but didn't back away when Blaise's lips landed on Draco's. They remained lip-locked for a few seconds, and it was Blaise who pulled away. When he looked at Draco's face, it showed terror, confusion, repulsion, and far more things.