Disclaimer: They're so not mine and I'm so not Jo Rowling.
"Blaise," he choked, "She…she," the teary-eyed boy sniffled and received a loving squeeze of the shoulders from his handsome friend.
It was their first year and Draco had just suffered a breakup with his first girlfriend.
Blaise was more or less used to this kind of thing (he'd done it twice before) and Draco was blowing things a bit out of proportion; but here he was with his friend, his admittedly beautiful friend, on the balcony of the astronomy tower, risking detention or even expulsion. He supposed he was up here holding Draco's hand because if the boy decided to do something stupid he'd have never forgiven himself.
He put an arm around Malfoy's shoulder and the petulant blond leaned back into him. He kissed Draco's forehead subconsciously and pulled his arms tighter around the boy. It was colder than it had rights to be so late in spring. Draco leaned in to his kiss and soon he found his ebony mouth on Malfoy's pale one, drinking in a flavor of spiced tea and something dark, probably the gingerbread cake they'd eaten earlier.
They kissed like that until the Blaise realized that he probably shouldn't have been taking advantage of Draco's vulnerable state and they broke apart, not quite meeting each others' eyes.
To his joy, shock and immense satisfaction, however, Draco curled up in his arms and closed his eyes, Blaise wished he hadn't closed those luminous silver eyes, and Blaise planted another kiss, this one light as air, on Draco's pale cheek.
The beautiful black boy knew in his heart it wouldn't last long, not if they went on with life as usual, and that was exactly what they would do. He looked up to the starlit sky, savoring the night as he would for years to come.