Blon Oneshots

First Time

This is my first smut so I'm sorry if it's absolute shit but I'm sleep deprived and have so many tests over the next few weeks.
Also, my friend has a crush on me so that's fan-fucking-tastic. ❤💚💛💙
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I walked through the corridor, taking my sweet time to get to Herbology. I ran my hand across the bricks beside the old ass castle. I heard a shuffling around the corner but ignored, instead ceasing the movement in my legs to adjust the sleeve of my robes.

"There you are! Blaise!"

I chuckled at the voice of the weasel. I looked up, the mop of messy red hair hidden beneath the hat to shelter him from the winter cold. He approached me, his feet making deep indents in the snowed over path.

"Professor Sprout is pissed. She sent me to find you. And here you are! Doing nothing! In the cold!" he was annoyed about being forced to come out here for me.

"But you love me, Weasel."

I grinned, leaning down to warm his frozen lips with my own. Ron's face had become red with the embarrassment of a public space. He loved it though.

He took his hat off, putting it onto my head. I stood up, slouching with my hands in my pockets.

"Let's go... You're gonna be even tardier at this rate."

We wandered through the snowy paths toward the greenhouses, talking and giggling about my habit of skipping out on lessons. The glitter in his eyes as he lectures me was too difficult to resist so, before we got into view of our 'classroom', I snatched a kiss, placing his hat back onto his weirdly soft hair.

Ron's face was redder than his tie by the time we'd entered the glass building. Professor Sprout looked as though she was about to skin me alive; for the first time ever, she seemed threatening.

"Ron, you may go back to your place," her voice sung a sweet melody of words to him. "Blaise. Mind telling me why you're late?" she spat at me.

I played with the skin of my cheek as she spoke, trying to hide the smirk making its way onto my face, a nasty habit I'd gotten from Draco.

"Got lost." There was no trace of hesitation as my words fell from my lips.

"Blaise, this is your fifth year at Hogwarts, you did not simply 'get lost'. You had to have been skipping."

She didn't take the time to even try believing me, my facade weak. I shrugged, treading slowly toward the gap inbetween Pans and Drake. They shrugged at me in disbelief as I bit my lip, glancing at Weasley to make sure he was looking.

"Ten points from Slytherin. One for every minute you were late. And that's with a five minute leeway," she explained.

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The lesson bored me half to death as she went on and on and on about bloodroot, something we were set to study in second year. I almost fell asleep but the sight of Ron trying to scramble together the idea of a plant being used in potions, even though he does it almost every day; he's an idiot but at least he isn't stupid.

The end of class came soon after Ron, in all seriousness, asked Hermione if bloodroot is a vampire's favourite food and if it can be used for transfusion. Sprout stopped the meaningless chatter and presented us with the homework we must complete over the Christmas break.

Ron scratched his head as he stared at the books in his arms and groaned while the other two members laughed at him. I walked up to them, staring down at the three.

"Weasley, Potter, Granger." I nodded at their respective names before turning back to Ronald, handing a slip of light blue paper to him, placing it into the string keeping his pile together. "You dropped this."