𝖲𝖫𝖸𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖭 𝖡𝖮𝖸 𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘- 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 (𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁)

In the dimly lit common room, shadows danced around you and Blaise as the clock ticked softly in the background.

The air was thick with a sense of mischief, and boredom hung heavily between you. With a shared glance, a spark ignited, and you both agreed to break the monotony with a game of truths, the night promising secrets and revelations yet to unfold.

"Alright, I've got something. Have you ever been in love?" Blaise took a slow sip from his cup, the amber liquid swirling like liquid gold in the dim light.

"Me?" You inquired before allowing your thoughts to settle. "No, I suppose not."

"What's holding you back? There are countless boys at school who would be thrilled to have the chance to be with you." Blaise couldn't help but tease, a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned closer, the air thick with unspoken tension.

"Oh, come on..." you replied, a hint of disbelief lacing your voice as you shook your head slowly. "I guess I'm just waiting on someone else. Anyway, it's my turn."

Blaise let out a soft chuckle at your initial response, his posture relaxed as he leaned back against the plush couch cushion, a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes as he awaited your next question. "Fire away."

"Have you ever been in love, then?" You inquire, inching closer to him, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

A delicate blush blossomed on Blaise's cheeks at your inquiry, and he gently placed his cup upon the table, a moment of hesitation hanging in the air between you.

"I have..." he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper as he averted his gaze, a flush creeping across his cheeks.

"You have?" You say, a smile dancing on your lips as your gaze meets his...

Blaise let out a soft sigh, his arms folding over his chest as a hint of shyness crept into his demeanor. Yet he maintained a serious expression, determined to mask the flutter of uncertainty within him.

"Yeah, I have..." He confessed once again, "But it's complicated. They're off limits."

Your gaze lingers on him, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

"What do you mean? What makes them off-limits?" you inquired, leaning in closer; your curiosity piqued.

Blaise's gaze fell upon you, his heart racing as you leaned closer. The delicate beauty marks that adorned your face caught his eye, each one a whisper of allure that threatened to pull him deeper into a world where only the two of you existed.

He shook his head slightly, forcing himself to return to the present, aware of the intoxicating spell you cast with just a glance.

"They're spoken for," Blaise said simply.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Blaise," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. "Well, it's your turn then."

Blaise shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. "I'm not too fussed over it," he replied, his tone light and carefree.

"There's no way this person will ever like me the way I like them." Blaise let out a soft sigh, his head shaking gently as he chose to leave the subject behind, the weight of it slipping away like a forgotten dream.

"So anyways, tell me about your most embarrassing moment?" He inquired, his mind racing to conjure the most unexpected question imaginable.

"Wait, wait—why do you say that? I'm sure they like you," you say, your gaze lifting to meet his eyes, a hint of warmth in your voice.

Blaise's gaze drifted toward you, his eyes catching the subtle worry etched across your features, a silent question lingering in the air between you.

His smile was warm, a gentle acknowledgment of the affection you offered. "Don't stress about it; no more questioning; it'll drive me mad." Blaise let out a soft chuckle, his fingers playfully ruffling your hair.

"Now, come on," he urged, a teasing glint in his eyes. "What's your most embarrassing moment? Surely you've got a few good ones."

"Oh, remember that one time in our third year when you decided to trip me right in front of the entire Great Hall!?" you exclaimed, playfully nudging him as laughter bubbled up between you.

Blaise let out a soft laugh. the warmth of your playful hit on his shoulder, igniting a flood of memories that danced between you both, vivid and cherished.

"In my defense, you insulted me first." Blaise chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "And it's not my fault you have no balance."

You let out a soft sigh, your eyes drifting upward in a playful gesture of exasperation. "I do have balance! You tripped me!"

"Sure you do," Blaise teased, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, fully aware of your undeniable lack of coordination.

"Remind me again who has to teach you how to ride a broom every year?"

"Shut up! you are so annoying!" you exclaim, fixing your gaze on him with a mix of frustration and undeniable attraction.

"Hey, and by the way... I'm not spoken for..."

Blaise's lips curled into a smirk at the first comment, relishing the playful banter that flowed between them. It was moments like these that he cherished the most.

At your last comment, he turned to you, a brow arched in curiosity, "What?"

"I'm not spoken for; I know you were talking about me," you say, a playful smirk dancing on your lips as you lock eyes with him, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Blaise stared at you with wide eyes for a second; he never expected you to figure it out; he assumed you thought he was talking about some random person.

Blaise stood frozen, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts, as his heart thundered in his chest, racing faster than he ever thought possible. "And what makes you say that?" he inquired, a casual façade masking the storm of emotions brewing beneath the surface.

He averted his gaze for just a moment, fully aware that if he continued to stare, the truth would spill from his eyes like ink on a page, revealing everything he desperately wanted to keep hidden.

In the depths of his heart, Blaise found himself captivated by you for countless reasons: the way your laughter danced through the air, the warmth of your smile that could light up the darkest days, the cleverness of your humor that always left him wanting more, and the fierce spirit of your attitude that drew him in like a moth to a flame.

Everything about you was a spell he could not resist. He could not help but find it endearing how you perpetually stumbled over your own two feet, tumbling off any broom you dared to ride.

The way you ignited with passion over the smallest of matters captivated him completely.

"Blaise!" you call out, your voice laced with urgency as you seek to draw his gaze.

Blaise's gaze shifted, breaking through the haze of his thoughts as he turned to you, his eyes wide with disbelief at your confession.

"What?" he breathed, the word hanging in the air like a spell waiting to be cast.

Blaise's heart raced like a wild stallion, each beat echoing in his ears as his mind spun with a whirlwind of thoughts and endless possibilities.

In a heartbeat, you find yourself leaning in, your lips brushing against his in a moment that feels both electric and timeless.

Blaise's thoughts ceased to exist as your gentle lips brushed against his, igniting a spark that sent shivers down his spine. His eyes widened in shock as his brain caught up to what was happening.

He didn't even hesitate and quickly began to kiss you back, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer.