A/N: this was written for two events on the Hogwarts Challenges and Assignments forum. The first is Back to School where I used the "colored pencils" prompt. The other is Slash September where it was written for Blaise (Blaise/Draco).
How Can I Not?
Blaise tossed his Potions textbook to the side with a sigh. He'd been propped up on pillows studying for an hour, and he needed a break.
His eyes quickly found Draco, who was sitting on his bed in a similar position but with a novel cracked open instead of a textbook. Blaise grinned at the sight. Draco was hopelessly fond of a mystery series that most witches and wizards stopped reading by their third or fourth year of school. He only read the books when no one else was around, and they might have been the reason Blaise and Draco had admitted their feelings for each other in the first place.
When Blaise had discovered Draco hiding behind the hangings of his bed with one of the books, he'd teased him endlessly for being a bookworm, but when he'd kept Draco's secret safe, it had led to an intimacy between the two boys that neither had anticipated.
Blaise watched Draco's eyes widen at what must have been a particularly exciting passage. He moved the book closer to his face as if that would make the resolution come faster.
Blaise couldn't believe there had been a time when he'd been able to look at Draco without marveling at his beauty.
Remaining as quiet as possible, he reached for the Muggle paper and coloured pencils he kept stashed in his bedside drawer. That had been the secret that led to their first kiss: Blaise liked to draw, and he often used Muggle writing instruments to do so.
He had never expected for Draco to uncover the drawings of him, and though that had led to a surprisingly wonderful outcome, he had grown far more careful since.
Over the past year, it had become harder to draw Draco because of his aversion to being depicted in art.
At the moment, Draco was engrossed in his book to the point that Blaise was able to make something that was noticeably Draco before he was caught. Draco froze, eyes narrowing, and Blaise could only smirk as Draco lunged off his bed towards him.
He shielded the paper from Draco's grasp.
"How can I not draw you when you look precious getting caught up in your books like that?" he asked, laughing.
Draco kept leaning over him, almost snatching the paper before Blaise moved it away again.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Zabini. Give me the drawing."
With a sigh, Blaise did as requested. Instead of destroying it right away, Draco analyzed his drawn features with a frown. Blaise stood and pressed a kiss to his cheek before whispering against his skin, "It's one of my best drawings. You always are."
Draco's cheeks reddened, and Blaise pulled away with a satisfied smirk, snaking his arms around Draco's waist.
"Please let me keep it. No one will see it but the two of us."
Groaning, Draco turned in Blaise's embrace and buried his face in the crook of his neck.
"No one sees it but us," he mumbled into Blaise's shirt.
Blaise laughed in satisfaction, tugging Draco closer.