Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, blah blah blah.

AN: This is kind of a Mary-Sue fic, but written with the intention of Mary-Sueness. Feedback is welcome and appreciated.

It was nearly a month later when it happened. Blaise was in the library, working on some homework. Aubrey ran in, sobbing her head off. She plopped herself down beside him in a most undignified manner, and continued to cry into her hands.

Blaise blinked at her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey…what's the matter? What happened?"

After a few moments, Aubrey gained some control of herself and looked at him. She wasn't as stunning as usual, her makeup smudged and her nose red from crying. "I just went to you guys' common room, I wanted to see Draco, and when I walked in the common room he and Pansy Parkinson were having sex on the couch!" She emitted another pitiful sob and buried her face in her hands.

"Oh…" Blaise said slowly. He looked up when he heard a cough and saw the librarian glaring at them. With a sweep of his arm he gathered all of his things and led Aubrey by the elbow.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

"To the room of requirement."

When they got there and opened the door, it was a shocking clash of two different 'requirements.' Aubrey had wanted a place to calm down, so there was a nice comfy love seat with a fleece blanket folded over one of the arms to help ward off the late November chill. There was also a small table next to the love seat with a cup of steaming hot cocoa and a lamp that was throwing off a warm amber glow.

Then Blaise's thoughts had taken over, which provided a roaring fireplace and a futon in the corner. Blaise coughed, a bit embarrassed, but Aubrey didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. She sat down on the loveseat and sipped at the cocoa, ignoring the blanket.

Blaise self-consciously sat down beside her, handing her the box of Kleenex that was on the matching end table on his side of the couch. Aubrey thankfully took them and dabbed at her eyes.

"I just don't know what went wrong. Really, it pisses me off more then anything. I mean, Pansy? Freaking pug-faced no boobs anorexic Pansy?" Aubrey sighed and looked at the fire. "Why did he cheat on me with her? Am I just that sexually unappealing that I get shown up by Pansy? What did I do wrong?"

Blaise interrupted her little self-pity session with a kiss. As soon as his lips touched hers in the light, fleeting gesture, he pulled away, his face glowing bright red. Aubrey looked stunned but pleased, he noted, slightly to his dismay. Before he could stop himself he said calmly, "Draco was a fool to take Pansy over you. She's no match for you."

And then Aubrey put a hand on his shoulder and leaned so close to his face, an inch from it, and stopped. They could each feel the other's breath. Aubrey was so tantalizingly close to kissing him, but so far away. Willpower alone kept her from kissing him. She didn't want this. Blaise wasn't her type. She wanted this. Blaise was the type of guy she could fall in love with.

Blaise waited in sweet, longing, agonizing anticipation. He wanted her to kiss him, but not if it was for the wrong reasons or because he wanted her to. He wanted more then anything to be loved by this strange, fragile girl. Breathlessly, Blaise waited for her to kiss him.

Hopelessly, Aubrey finally gave in and did. It was heaven. His lips parted under hers, and her tongue tasted him. There weren't any bites, no harsh actions in the kiss. It was just sweet, pleasurable ecstasy that went on and on. He tasted like spearmint.

She tasted like honey. Amazingly, the girl that he was kissing, the girl he had been in love with for a while, actually tasted like honey. It was perfection, to be able to hold her and kiss her. Softly, Blaise pulled away and looked into her blue eyes for a long moment, reveling in the feeling of having what he had so long ached for.

"I think I love you, Aubrey," he said truthfully, catching her hand in his own. "I think I have for a long time now."

Aubrey looked down at her hand, held so gently in his own. Her now mousy brown hair hung to hide her face, and just looking at her made his breath come short. Blaise hoped with his heart and soul that she would not reject him.

Her head raised slowly, gracefully, so her eyes could meet his. "Blaise…I don't know. I just honestly don't. I've never felt this way about anyone before."

"Can we at least try to make this work?" Blaise pleaded, holding her hand over his heart.

A long moment passed before a sweet smile visited Aubrey lips, and she leaned in and kissed him.