Harry smiled happily when he came down the stairs and found Blaise waiting for him at the bottom. He hurried down the stairs and threw his arms around his neck and pressed their lips together.
Blaise let out a startled noise, but quickly caught on and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, holding him close as he concentrated on kissing him.
"Well, last night obviously went well," Theo laughed breaking them apart. Harry kept his arms around Blaise's neck and just grinned at Theo, Adrian and Daphne.
"It was perfect!" Harry beamed. Blaise's expression was as stern as ever, however, his arms were firm and comforting around Harry's waist, and his eyes were bright as he took in Harry's enthusiasm.
"Merlin Harry! Put the poor guy down!" Ernie laughed as the Hufflepuff group walked passed to go into the Great Hall.
"Theo! Here is that book that you lent me, thank you for that, it was a huge help," Justin dug a book out of his bag and handed it over.
"You're sickening!" Terry Boot called teasingly. Harry stuck his tongue out at the Ravenclaw who laughed and waved before making his way into the Hall.
"Hello you two," Padma smiled wandering over to link arms with her sister.
"Ronald," Luna smiled beautifully as she spotted the redhead who perked up happily.
"Wonderful, you can save me from having to watch these two moon over each other," Ron led Luna into the Great Hall and over to the Ravenclaw table.
Harry hid his smile against Blaise's shoulder as he caught sight of the stunned expressions on the Teachers faces as his DA group mixed between the four house tables. Including Hannah sitting next to Theo at the Slytherin table giggling.
None of them seemed to know what to think as they blinked down from the Teachers table, a few of them started smiling as they exchanged glances.
"That is just...awkward," Blaise drawled. Harry turned to follow his gaze and saw Ron sitting next to Luna and flirting. Badly.
"For some reason, she finds it attractive, luckily," Harry rolled his eyes.
"Breakfast," Blaise kissed him on the cheek.
"Yes, sir!" Harry allowed himself to be drawn to the Slytherin table, his mind already spinning. He had some work to do.
"Blaise, this is for you," Daphne dropped down onto the sofa next to him holding out a letter.
"An owl came?" Blaise frowned taking the letter.
"No, it was weird, a house elf popped in and asked me to give you it, I brought it straight over, is everything ok?" She asked concerned.
"A House-elf. He wasn't wearing a lot of colourful clothes was he?"
"Yes he was," Daphne said slowly. Theo and Adrian stopped pretending that they weren't listening and lowered their books.
"You know who it is from?" Theo asked seeing the smile forming on Blaise's face.
"It's from Harry,"
"Of course the House-elves would deliver letters for him," Daphne laughed.
"So, what is so important your love is sending you letters via elf?" Theo asked.
"Oh," Blaise blinked confused at the letter.
"What is the matter?" Adrian asked seeing the frown on Blaise's face.
"He wants to meet me, tomorrow," Blaise said softly.
"What for?"
"I don't know, he has just asked me to meet him at the gates for 1800, he says he will be busy most of the day,"
"Hey, what is with the frown?" Daphne asked.
"This is weird, why does he want to meet up with me, what if he wants to stop the courting," Blaise said quietly staring at the letter.
"What Blaise no!"
"No way!"
"No!" The three of them shook their heads quickly.
"Blaise, what are you thinking?" Theo frowned. "You still have one date left go,"
"And he is clearly falling in love with you," Daphne added with a roll of her eyes.
"He is new to all of this, it won't be the same for him to cut the courting early," Blaise argued. "And I thought he was falling in love with me, but this is...it is out of the blue,"
"Blaise, he is falling in love with you, calm down. Maybe he is just wanting to surprise you," Adrian suggested.
"Don't jump to conclusions Blaise," Daphne nodded.
"Right," He nodded.
If he spent a good chunk of the night staring at the letter and allowing his mind to spin, well he would not tell them.
Harry was standing at the gates as Blaise dragged his feet down there. He knew there was something wrong with Blaise the moment he came into sight. He was a little worried about what was going on, he didn't think his nerves would hold if he had to do wait again to do this.
"Hello," Blaise seemed unsure when he reached him for some reason so Harry stepped forward wrapping his arms around his waist and leaning up for a kiss.
Blaise moved suddenly, wrapping his arms tightly around Harry's waist and yanked him close, his mouth demanding and hungry and desperate in a way that Harry had not felt before. The kiss was as drugging as ever, but when they parted he frowned at the expression on Blaise's face.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked concerned, his eyes scanning over Blaise.
"Nothing," Blaise said sullenly, his arms refusing to release Harry as he tried to step back to look at the Slytherin better.
"There is something the matter, I am sorry that I couldn't see you all day," Harry frowned a little.
"It's not that," Blaise shook his head.
"Has your mother been in touch?" Harry asked confused, she was the only person that he had ever seen upset Blaise this much.
"No, I am fine,"
"You're not fine. Are you feeling ill? We could rearrange today," Harry said starting to feel truly concerned, he had never seen Blaise like this, especially with him. He reached up to feel Blaise's forehead and flinched when Blaise yanked himself away.
"I am fine!" Blaise snapped.
"Oh, right," This was not going the way that he had hoped. He could feel himself shrinking in on himself a little unsure as to what was going on.
"What have you been doing all day?" Blaise asked after a moment.
"Erm, getting ready for today," Harry tried to smile but ended up biting his lip as he peered up at Blaise. "You?"
Merlin, they had not been this awkward since the start of their first date.
"Same," Blaise grunted.
"Oh, good. You look very handsome," Harry smiled.
"It was something that I had in the wardrobe," Blaise shrugged.
"Oh...well it suits you," Harry stammered.
"Thank you," Blaise said shortly.
"Are you ready to go then?" Harry asked.
"Sure,"
Harry took Blaise's hand feeling beyond confused. He had never been like this with Harry before, and he had no clue what was going on. His romantic evening was disappearing in front of his eyes and he didn't know what to say to Blaise to find out what was going on, or try and fix whatever he had done.
With a sigh, he apparated them away wondering if there was even any point.
Blaise frowned a little as he followed behind Harry into the entrance of a cave. This was getting more and more strange as the evening went on. Harry did not seem any different, he did not seem like he was preparing himself to break their courtship.
He could see that his behaviour and actions were upsetting Harry, but he could not seem to stop himself either, he was so prepared for Harry calling off their courting that he was unsure what he was going on, and he could not stop himself from pushing Harry away as his confusion and conviction that this was the end of their relationship went through his mind continuously.
He felt even more confused when they stepped out of the small tunnel and were suddenly in a massive cave that had been decorated beautifully. The evening light was coming through the large entrance of the cave which overlooked the glittering, deep blue sea, and candles flickered brightening the rest of the cave. A railing ran around the mouth of the cave with tall lanterns finishing lighting the cave and giving it a warm feeling rather than the cold one that it could have had.
The tables in there were massively spread out giving a feeling of privacy and intimacy that he had rarely felt at a restaurant, and the fact that the privacy had been given at the sake of more tables spoke of the expense and exclusivity of the place.
The whole place had a rustic, down to earth feeling to it in some ways, and then in others it was sleek and neat, such as with the clean wooden flooring - though even that was still rustic and hygge.
It was impressive, expensive, unique….and romantic.
"The booking for Black?" The maitre-de asked pulling Blaise from his thoughts.
"Yes," Harry smiled awkwardly, clearly feeling incredibly uncomfortable.
"Right this way sirs," They were guided away efficiently and seated at a table with a beautiful view of the sea.
"Black?" Blaise asked after a good three-four minutes of silence where Harry inspected the cutlery and napkin in great great detail.
"Sirius booked it for me to make sure we had full privacy," Harry shrugged looking up. He seemed to be trying to find something to say before turning and looking out over the sea, his hands playing with the cutlery absently.
The silence sank in again as Harry stared out over the sea and Blaise stared at him. They were still sitting in silence when the waiter got to their table and passed them the wine list. Blaise mentally grimaced as Harry practically snatched the menu from him and quickly scanned it before holding it back out to him.
"Do you have vodka?" Harry asked.
"Yes, we have a fine Russian vodka,"
"Could I get that with apple juice please," Harry smiled weakly.
"Of course. Sir?" The waiter turned to Blaise.
"Merlot please," Blaise murmured.
"I shall be right back," The waiter disappeared rapidly, clearly sensing the tension between them, something that was quite clear when he returned and Harry practically drained half his glass. And then the silence again.
"It is very romantic here," Blaise tried.
"Yes, it is," Harry nodded turning to look at Blaise, except he looked like he was waiting for Blaise to bite his head off, again.
"How did you hear about it?" Blaise asked.
"Sirius and Remus found out about it, I asked for their help to find somewhere sp..nice. I thought that this would be a good place as well to get an idea for your hotels," Harry shrugged again, still looking out over the sea and scrunched into his seat uncomfortably.
"I thought you were breaking up with me," Blaise blurted out.
"What?!" Green eyes were sharply on him again this time, a fire already blazing in them as Blaise realised just how wrong he had gotten this.
"Are you ready to order sirs?" The waiter asked politely.
"I'm sorry no, we need a quick talk first, we will let you know when we're ready," Harry said sharply.
The Waiter shot Blaise a sympathetic look before quickly hurrying away. Blaise could only be thankful for the privacy bubbles that were around them separating them from the other patrons.
"You thought I was bringing you here to break up with you, and instead of talking to me about it you decided to act like a dick?" Harry snarled.
"I...yes," Blaise grimaced.
"Right," Harry nodded his mouth thinning.
"I'm sorry. My mind jumped to the worst and it shouldn't have. I shouldn't have acted the way I did,"
"No you really shouldn't have, especially because I was going to give you this tonight," Harry stood and slammed something down in front of Blaise. A ring. A Potter heirloom ring.
Blaise's heart sunk even further as he realised exactly how much he had screwed up. "Are you finishing things now?" He licked his lips.
"No Blaise, because in case you hadn't noticed I don't just give up on things, especially people that I care about, without a fight, without working at it! But I am really angry, really angry! You made me feel like shit for something that wasn't even my fault!" Harry glared before he spun and stormed away before Blaise could even get to his feet.
He grabbed the Potter ring and tried to chase after him, but was stopped by the waiter when held a determined look and held out the bill to Blaise for their drinks. It took a ridiculous amount of time for the waiter to charge his account, the longest that it had ever taken, and he reckoned that the man was doing it on purpose to give Harry time to get further away.
By the time he got outside Harry was long gone, and he was left standing there holding the Potter ring in his hand and wondering how the hell he fixed this.
