Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 40

Blaise's POV:

Luna told him that Neville would be there in the Courtyard, and he was! He sat there alone, the pages of his book flopping in the breeze and his chin resting in his hand.

The sun beat down on him, highlighting his dark locks and the light blue of his sweater. He looked beautiful. Blaise drinks in the sight for a few seconds, admiring the boy on the grass before moving from his spot and standing in front of him.

"Hi." He says softly.

"Oh... Hello." Neville replies. He looks down at Neville's wrist and smiles. The bracelet he gifted him shining in the sunlight.

"I want to talk to you... about, well... many things." Blaise says.

Neville lays his book down beside him and stands to his feet. "Ok, what is it?"

"I uhm... I need to confess something." Blaise gulps.

Neville furrows his brows at him, "Well, go on then."

"You know that boy who sent you the gift?" He asks and Neville nods. "I... Uh, I'm the person who send it to you."

Neville stares at him and opens his mouth to say something, but is silent. "I'll prove it to you if you want." Blaise says, "I know your father is no longer around, your grandmother doesn't like to hug people... I uh... I don't know how else to prove it to you..." Blaise says.

"Wait, I have a quill and paper." Neville says, reaching into his pocket and pulling it out. "Maybe this is stupid but I want you to write something for me. Anything." Neville says, handing him the materials.

"Alright." Blaise grabs the book Neville laid down, presses the parchment onto the book and writes: 'Don't be afraid to speak your mind, brave one.'

Neville grabs it from him when he finishes and smiles, "It is you..." He whispers. But that smile slowly fades. "Wait... since when? How long did you like me?"

"Since late in fourth year... I never once thought about liking a guy, not even a Gryffindor before... But then I started to observe you. I will admit though, I observed you for selfish reasons... But then the more I looked at you... Well, you know how it goes." He chuckles nervously.

"But... Why? Why would you like me? I'm not much to look at at all and I'm boring for sure. Why in the world would you like me?" Neville asks.

Blaise shakes his head at him, "Are you kidding me right now? You really don't see it, do you? If you were me you'd understand. There are these small things about you that... maybe you hate, but they drew me to you. The way you stumble over your feet all the time." He chuckles, "It's adorable. The way you smile... Merlin, I can't describe it. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen... That look you get when you're working in Herbology... Your face just lights up. How you stutter when you talk and fumble around when you're nervous." Neville stares down at his shoes, his cheeks burning red, "And your cute little blush, how could I forget that?"

Blaise takes his pointer finger and places it under Neville's chin, lifting up his head softly. Neville stares up at him, eyes filled with a look of innocence.

Blaise slowly leans in, only to have the space closed instantly by Neville.

He kissed rough, a bit sloppy even, but it was the most he's ever felt in a kiss. The girls he had before tried too hard and it was only fueled by lust. Not this, nothing was like this. They pull away and Blaise smiles at him again, which makes Neville look at the floor.

"And your bravery. Merlin, you're brave." Blaise chuckles.

"Too bold? Was that bad?" Neville asks nervously.