Snapshots
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LunchThere were days when Blaise missed going to a regular Muggle school. The far end of the Slytherin table in the Great Hall was a poor substitute for lunch at a table by himself in the corner of a school cafeteria. But there was nothing for it, and he did his best to compensate for the lack of privacy by spreading his books around on the table and adopting an air of "go away".
Blaise took an apple from the bowl nearby and tucked it in a pocket for later. A Care of Magical Creatures snack, most likely. Roast beef sandwiches for lunch today. Soup on the side. The house elves were used to his routine and had provided an extra plate with his sandwich.
Clean plate on the right. Top piece of bread from the sandwich carefully centered on the new plate, each piece of meat individually placed flat on top, each square turned 45 degrees from the previous piece. An odd number of slices only. Extra are discarded. The bottom bread becomes the top, precisely lined up with the former top. The same way every time.
"It's a fucking sandwich, Zabini, not a bloody potions assignment," Draco mocked, moving Blaise's books out of the way to sit down across the table. Blaise just glared and set to eating his meal. Two spoons of soup. One bite of sandwich.
Draco rolled his eyes and muttered, "Complete nutter." He then proceeded to cut his sandwich into sixteen pieces with a knife and fork.
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SnackIt hadn't rained in a while, and the ground was fairly dry. No clouds either. And the temperature was right on the verge of warm. A perfect day for slipping away from Care of Magical Creatures.
It wasn't planned, of course. These things never are. Blaise was standing at the back of the class, listening to neither Hagrid's lecture nor Draco's derisive commentary. He pulled out the apple he had taken at lunch, polished it on his robe and took a bite.
They were far enough away from the class that nobody paid any heed to the crunch. Draco, however, just slowly came to a stop, the words just tapering off as his attention was taken by the juice running down Blaise's chin. He reached out and wiped the drips off with his fingers. Keeping his eyes locked with Blaise's, he licked the juice from his hand.
Nobody noticed when they left. Nobody was foolish enough to remark on the rumpled, grass-stained robes and bruised lips when they returned.
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Tea"Do I want to know why you're sneaking that milk out?" Draco stood directly behind Blaise and whispered in his ear.
"I don't know," Blaise said as he turned his head and whispered back. He winked and walked away, milk safely tucked in his robe. Draco rolled his eyes and followed. His curiosity was piqued when they walked past the tea service in the common room without stopping. "What? No tea tonight?" Blaise altering a routine was unheard of.
"Not tonight," Blaise said passing through the door to their room. "Where's everyone else?" he asked as he stood next to his bed and set the milk down on the table.
"Detention. Imagine that." Draco snorted.
"Good," Blaise said as he bent down and rummaged in his trunk. He found what he was looking for and set it on the table. He pulled out his wand and muttered a spell.
"That... that..." Draco stuttered and pointed. "When did you get an espresso machine and why?"
Raising an eyebrow, Blaise replied, "Does it matter?" He turned and busied himself with the machine.
"Of course it does!" Draco insisted, but a shrug was all the reply he received. "Fine. Be that way," he huffed.
Blaise sighed and turned around. He stalked over to where Draco was standing, arms crossed, in full pout. Blaise tilted Draco's chin up as he bent his head and grasped Draco's lower lip with his teeth. He gave a firm bite and sucked hard before releasing it. His other hand cupped the base of Draco's skull as the bite worked in to a deep, wet kiss.
Draco moaned and uncrossed his arms. As he reached for Blaise's hips, Blaise abruptly pulled out of the kiss and stepped back. He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow again. "Now. Does it matter?"
"Not really," Draco replied breathlessly.
"Right." Blaise nodded once, turned around and walked back to the espresso machine.
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Midnight SnackIt was the crinkle of a plastic bag next to his ear that woke Draco.
"Oh, you're up," Blaise observed. He inclined the bag he was holding toward Draco. "Gummy bear?" he offered.
Draco sighed; this was not the first time Blaise had woken him up in such a manner. "Lumos," he muttered as he sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Blaise was leaning back against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him on top of the covers. Naked.
Draco snatched the bag of sweets and took a handful before giving the bag back. He looked at the candy in his hand and immediately noticed... "You've bitten all the heads off!" Blaise just smiled.
"What is it tonight?" Draco asked, then popped a red bear in his mouth.
"My uncle Tony in New York gave me the espresso machine," Blaise said, looking away. He set the bag of gummy bears on the nightstand and laid down under the covers. He grabbed the front of Draco's nightshirt and pulled him down for a kiss while Draco was still chewing on the gummy bear. The bear was passed back and forth twice before Blaise swallowed it.
Blaise tugged on the nightshirt. "Take it off." Draco reached over to set the handful of candy down, but Blaise stopped him. "No. Keep those. I've got an idea."
Thankfully the house elves had a special recipe for getting candy out of bedlinens.
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