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Disclaimer: Ummmm… do you think anyone would believe me?

Pansy had no ideas. That is to say, she had plenty of ideas, but none that fit in with the rules she had in her head about their game. We're only using sweet food. No-one else can help me and we can't get in trouble or that'll be the end of it. Ummmm… She couldn't help wondering what trick Blaise would pull next. She had taken to staying at a distance from him whenever they were in the same room, whether it was the common room, the kitchen or even in class. The problem was, now she didn't get hugs or hair-ruffles or any sort of physical contact with Blaise. And that sucked. Big time.

Professor Binns finally realised that their final class had ended five minutes ago and all his students were sitting with their scrolls and quills packed away, ready to leap out of the chair the moment he gave the signal- he had been involved in an in depth discussion of burrowing charms as they relate to blunt objects with Hermione Granger. He peered at them through his glasses and then said, "Oh very well, I can see you're all ready to run off and do your homework-" someone stifled a laugh, "-remember to practice your submerging charms for the test in a fortnight. You may-" the class were already on their feet and heading for the door as he said "go."

Blaise was leaning against the wall outside when Pansy managed to get through the door. His arms were folded at his chest and his legs were crossed at the ankle. His shirt had slid up slightly due to the angle and pulled tight. His expression was brooding as his hair fell into his dark eyes. Pansy tried not to let her interest show on her face- Oh God he's so hot. Why can't he like me instead of Hannah or Briar or…or Susan? "Waiting for me? Should I be nervous?"

"That would be telling…"

Unable to think of a good line she simply leaned against the wall beside him, her shoulder brushing his. She watched the class walk away, noting absently that Harry Potter wasn't hanging around to wait for his girlfriend Granger. Almost without realising it, she sighed. Why does love never run smooth?

"Pansy?" Blaise's voice was unusually hesitant. She turned and saw him glance after Harry before looking back at her face.

"Mmm?" She lifted her brow.

"How about a deal?...No using gestures of affection as a trick in our game...You know, hugs and stuff."

Has he missed them too? "I could agree to that...We're still playing?"

"Oh yes." Now his grin was predatory. "I haven't finished with you just yet...I have a few things planned for you sweetheart."

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Pansy stepped into the kitchen and felt something dribble down her throat and pool against her collar bone. She reached a hand up and it came away with a red stain on the fingers. She licked it. Mmmm...strawberry sauce. She slid her hand into her collar again and wiped most of the sweet onto her fingers, before she could bring it to her mouth again however, Blaise slipped down off the bench he'd been kneeling on to ambush her and grabbed her hand. Slowly he slid each of her fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. Pansy felt his teeth graze her finger tips. She could feel she was flushing as red as the sauce.

"Mmmm... so sweet." Oh God...Oh God...What do I do!

Slowly, unable to believe she was doing so, she reached up and undid the top two buttons on her shirt, pulling the collar aside, turning her head and lifting her chin to offer him access to the sauce on her throat. She felt Blaise go suddenly still and then he began to lower his face toward her skin. Her heart began to pulse faster and she ceased to breathe. His breath brushed against her skin, once, twice and she strained her senses for the first touch of his lips. She realised she had closed her eyes. Surely now...

"Pansy Parkinson miss! And Mr Blaise! Dobby bids you welcome! Welcome back to his kitchen!"