The project- blairon

Extra chapter!

(A/N: Hi! This story is still complete, I just thought I'd add a short timeskip chapter because I can. And I'd like to say to everyone who has and still is supporting this story- thank you so much! I still read all your comments and they always make me laugh. :)) ).

Ron woke up without being dragged out of bed for the first time in too long. Reluctantly, his body had recognised it as day and pulled him from his dreams. The difference was that yesterday Blaise had left the blind rolled up and the curtains hanging aimlessly, leaving the sunlight free to coax him into the morning air.

With a kind of defiance to this betrayal, Ron turned over to toss Blaise an annoyed glare. It didn't work. Ron knew he couldn't; whenever he saw Blaise his face softened. Normally, he could hide his adoration at will, but not now. Something about the way the golden light reflected off of his skin and the expression on his face: the pinnacle of tranquility.

Ron gave up at his half-hearted attempt at spite and settled to look at his boyfriend a little longer. A smile fell across his lips and he didn't fight it. However, this stillness was short-lived as Ron felt Blaise's warm brown eyes on him.

"You're actually awake today. It's a miracle." Blaise stated, with a deepness that came from just waking up. "Oh shut up, it's not like you're Mr. Organised either." Ron exclaimed with a fond smile. "Since we're apparently both such a mess, do you want to lay in for a bit- get behind on errands?" Blaise asked it with such a simple sweetness that Ron would've said yes, regardless of the question.
"You know this is my dream scenario, right? Sleep, you, procrastinating," Ron laughed a little at this, "of course I want to."
"Then get closer idiot, you're gonna fall off of the bed all the way over there." Blaise exclaimed.
"Ok ok, just admit that you wanna kiss me already." Ron teased.
"Shut up." He retorted, as he ran his fingers through Ron's hair- who's head was now laying on Blaise's chest.

Feeling the warm touch of Blaise's hands on his hair, and the gentle warmth of his boyfriend's skin against his own, Ron began to drift off again.