Chapter 9
I'm kind of enjoying these double perspective scenes, and I think I'm going to continue them for some of the story
Blaise was having a great week. He had been toying with Potter every chance he got. Malfoy had relayed Harry's schedule to him, which he not so surprisingly knew by heart. Blaise had made a habit of running into Potter between classes; he would often go out of his way in order to meet Potter in hallways that were no where near his own next class. He would casually slip past the black haired boy and their shoulders or chests would brush together seemingly by accident as they made their way past each other down the crowded halls. He knew his actions were having the desired effect, as Harry usually turned a bit pink after their encounters. Twice Harry had immediately crashed into another student because he wasn't looking where he was going. He was instead looking over his shoulder for the elusive Slytherin who had just passed him. Yes, Blaise was feeling particularly pleased with himself.
In the classes they shared, Harry faired no better from Blaise's ministrations. One Potions class Blaise's top button had become accidentally undone and its effect on Potter was immediate; the outcome was an almost complete distraction from his potion resulting in abhorrent tar-like mixture which earned Potter his first Dreadful from Slughorn. Blaise had begun gleefully to leave an extra button on his shirt undone daily.
History of Magic today was worse as there was even less to pull Potter's attention away from him. Blaise noticed smugly out of the corner of his eye that Potter was breathing quite heavily for someone not engaged in any sort of physical activity and he swallowed more often than was necessary. Harry had his eyes closed but Blaise knew he wasn't asleep, the signs of his arousal were too readily apparent, to him at least. The anticipation he felt was delicious. It flowed over his body like the heat from a fire and left a taste on the back of his tongue like a dark merlot. Professor Binns was covering the various wars between dragons and goblins over treasure; some of these conflicts spanned centuries. Blaise paid attention long enough to scribble a few cursory notes and then decided he should stop torturing Potter and finally act. Two weeks of seemingly unrequited longing and want probably wasn't good for the boy's health and clearly was not good for his schoolwork. Blaise concocted a plan and decided to implement it after dinner.
History of Magic ended and Blaise casually exited the classroom and made his way to the Great Hall. Ten minutes later Draco joined him and told him an astonishing story about how he had managed to waylay, disarm, and trap Hermione in one moment and then convince her to tutor him in the next. Blaise was honestly amazed that Draco had managed to keep his bollox after that little stunt. It was his idea that Draco request Hermione as a tutor as it would allow him to spend time with her in a private and hopefully less volatile way. Their first meeting was tomorrow night and Blaise was eager to hear how it would go. However, he was far more focused on what he planned to do when their meal had ended.
Potter had recently begun sitting with his back facing the Slytherin table. "A dangerous prospect," Blaise thought to himself. However, today Harry had abandoned his new seating arrangement and his eyes had been on Blaise almost the entire meal. He had gained this information without actually looking at the Gryffindor table by using his peripheral vision as he listened to Draco. Now though, he looked directly at Harry as he licked soup from his upper lip. His fathomless eyes glittered as he watched Harry rise from the table and leave the great hall alone. Weasley and Granger were bickering again across the table from him and didn't follow him as he left. Blaise smoothly stood and made eye contact with Draco. They both smiled secretively; Clearly Draco had also noticed that Potter left alone and an unspoken 'good luck' passed between the two.