As they danced in the rain, completely lost in each other, the skies finally began to clear, leaving behind a soft drizzle that soaked them to the bone. Laughing and out of breath, Blaise and Y/N eventually decided to head back inside the castle, their hands still tightly clasped as they ran through the wet grass toward the warmth of the Hogwarts corridors.
By the time they reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room, they were both drenched, their clothes clinging to their bodies and hair plastered to their foreheads. Blaise pushed open the heavy door and led her inside, their shoes squelching on the floor as they walked. The warmth of the common room's crackling fire was a welcome relief from the cool rain, casting a golden glow over the dark green and silver décor.
"Merlin, we're soaked," Y/N giggled, glancing down at her dripping robes.
Blaise looked at her with a playful smirk. "A small price to pay for dancing with the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts." His tone was light, but the way he looked at her—intense, full of affection—made her heart skip a beat.
Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile, though her cheeks warmed at his words. "You're impossible, you know that?"
"And yet, you're here with me," he teased back, stepping closer until they were almost chest to chest, water dripping from their hair. He brushed a wet strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch lingering as he looked down at her with that familiar, smoldering gaze.
She shivered slightly, a combination of the cold and the way his fingers gently traced her jawline. "Blaise... we should probably get out of these wet clothes before we catch a cold," she said softly, though she made no move to pull away from him.
He nodded, his hand dropping to her waist as he leaned in closer. "Come on, I've got something dry you can wear."
Without another word, Blaise took her hand and led her up the stairs to the boys' dormitory. The Slytherin dorm was quiet, most students still out enjoying their free time, leaving the two of them in near silence as they entered his room. The space was elegantly decorated, much like the rest of the Slytherin common room, with dark green curtains and silver accents. Blaise's bed was neatly made, his belongings meticulously organized, but right now, all Y/N could focus on was the warmth that began to seep back into her body as they stepped away from the dampness of the rain.
Blaise rummaged through his wardrobe, pulling out a dry shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He turned to her, holding them out with a soft smile. "These should fit you well enough."
Y/N took the clothes, her fingers brushing against his as she did. "Thanks, Blaise. You really think of everything, don't you?"
"Only when it comes to you," he replied, his voice low and sincere.
Her heart fluttered at the words, and she quickly turned to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. She moved to the corner of the room, where a small privacy screen stood. Blaise, ever the gentleman, turned his back to give her some privacy, though he couldn't resist sneaking a glance in the mirror as she disappeared behind the screen.
Y/N peeled off her wet clothes, her body shivering slightly from the cold. She slipped on Blaise's shirt first, the fabric soft and warm against her skin. It was much too large for her, hanging down to her thighs, but there was something comforting about wearing his clothes—like she was wrapped in his presence even more than she already was.
She pulled on the sweatpants, rolling the waistband to keep them from slipping down. When she stepped out from behind the screen, Blaise turned to face her, and for a moment, he just stared.
"You look perfect," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N glanced down at herself, feeling a little self-conscious but also touched by the way he was looking at her. "In your clothes?" she asked, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smile.
"Especially in my clothes," Blaise corrected, taking a step closer. His hand reached out, catching her wrist and pulling her gently toward him. "You have no idea how good you look right now."
She couldn't help but smile, her heart racing as she let him pull her into his arms. They were close again, even closer than they had been in the rain. His body was warm now, his chest firm against hers as he looked down at her, his gaze smoldering with a mixture of affection and something more... something that made her knees feel weak.
"Blaise," she whispered, her voice catching slightly in her throat.
"Yes, love?" he responded, his hand moving to rest on the small of her back, pressing her even closer to him.
"Thank you... for everything. Today was perfect,your such a sweetheart" she said softly, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt as she tried to steady her breathing.
He smiled, leaning down so that their foreheads were almost touching. "You're perfect, Y/N. I'd do anything to make you happy."
And then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, their lips met. It started slow, gentle, as if they were savoring the moment, the warmth of their bodies finally replacing the chill from the rain. Blaise's hands moved to cradle her face, his thumb brushing her cheek as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving with a deliberate tenderness that sent shivers down her spine.
Y/N melted into him, her hands sliding up to tangle in his still-damp hair. The kiss grew more urgent, their breath mingling as they moved together, losing themselves in the moment. The world outside the room ceased to exist, leaving just the two of them wrapped in each other.
Blaise's hands slid down her back, tracing the curve of her spine before resting on her hips. He pulled her even closer, pressing her against him as the kiss turned passionate, hungry, like he couldn't get enough of her. She responded in kind, her fingers gripping his hair as she gave in completely to the moment.
They stumbled slightly, Blaise guiding her back until she felt the edge of the bed against her legs. He broke the kiss just long enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against hers as he looked into her eyes, his own filled with a burning intensity.
"Y/N," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I've never wanted anyone like this... like I want you."
Her heart pounded in her chest, her entire body tingling at his words. "Blaise... I feel the same."
He smiled, a wicked, beautiful smile that made her stomach flip. And then he kissed her again, more fervently this time, his hands gripping her waist as he slowly lowered her onto the bed. She sank into the soft mattress, pulling him down with her as their lips remained locked, the heat between them rising with every passing second.
His hands began to explore, tracing the curves of her body through the fabric of his clothes that she now wore. She gasped softly against his lips, her body arching into his touch as they lost themselves in the passion of the moment.
Time seemed to slow, the air thick with the electricity between them as they continued to kiss, their touches becoming more desperate, more insistent. Blaise's lips left hers only to trail down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he kissed her skin, making her breath hitch with every movement.
"Blaise..." she breathed, her hands clutching at his shirt as she pulled him closer, needing more of him, needing everything.
He responded with a low growl, his lips returning to hers in a kiss that spoke of nothing but desire. The world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them, lost in each other, in the heat, in the moment that promised so much more.
And just as the world seemed to reach a breaking point, as the intensity between them built to an almost unbearable level, Blaise pulled back, his chest heaving as he looked down at her with dark, smoldering eyes. He pressed one last lingering kiss to her lips, filled with all the unspoken promises of what was to come.
"Let's take this slow," he whispered against her lips, his voice thick with emotion. "I want every moment with you to last."
Y/N nodded, her heart still racing as she gazed up at him, her body humming with the remnants of their passionate kiss. "I'm yours, Blaise. Whatever you want."
He smiled, brushing a tender kiss to her forehead before pulling her into his arms, holding her close as they lay together on the bed, the tension between them still palpable, but now mixed with a comforting warmth.
And as they lay there, wrapped up in each other, they knew that this was just the beginning of something incredible—something that neither of them would ever forget.
