So Bloody Predictable

    So bloody predictable. Draco was looking down her shirt again.

    Blaise knew she would regret having taken off her school robes, stripping (ugh- bad word choice! she reprimanded herself) down to her starched white shirt and regulation Hogwarts skirt, but it was so fucking hot in the Potions dungeon, the heat from the cauldron fires permeating the room. Luckily it was getting near the end of class and maybe she would be able to find some cool breezes flowing through the corridors… of course some of the heat she was feeling may have just been coming off of Malfoy. Hmm.

    He sat next to her, stealing glances out of the corners of his eyes, the grey gaze roaming from her neckline and further down, attempting to glimpse the skin revealed by her buttoned-low shirt. Okay, so she wasn’t exactly trying to hide from his wandering eyes. She even leaned forward over the desk a bit, pretending to exam her notes more closely, just curious what his reaction might be. He subtlety leaned forward as well and cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving her chest. Vile prat.

    “Your assignment for Friday,” Professor Snape interrupted Blaise’s musings by having the audacity to teach and give homework, “is to read the next chapter in the textbook and focus on the Mood Potions mentioned therein. I believe it is pages 101 to 120. Class dismissed.”

    Draco shot his hand out in front of Blaise’s face as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. And, for these two it was. She took his hand and with her quill began to write his homework down on the back of his palm as she had done ever since they started sitting together in Potions, ever since one day in Third Year Draco had announced petulantly that he never remembered to write down his assignment and therefore it never got done. Blaise had solved this problem, and Draco had missed very few assignments since then.

    But Draco was still looking down her shirt, not even bothering to be subtle about it anymore. Action had to be taken. Blaise forced herself to restrain the evil grin that wanted to spread over her face (that would have been a dead giveaway), and instead of his homework, she wrote the following: “I (Heart) Harry Potter.” For emphasis, she drew additional little hearts around the words. Draco, the silly git, didn’t even notice. He didn’t notice when they stood up to leave, saying goodbye cordially. He still didn’t notice when he walked out of the classroom and ran into (quite literally) Harry Potter himself.

    “Still figuring out that whole walking thing, eh, Potter?”

    “I believe it was you, Malfoy, who wasn’t looking where you were going. Ponce,” Harry added as an after thought.

    Here, here! seconded Blaise mentally as she came upon the scene.

    Draco waved a dismissive hand. “I don’t have time for you, Potty, I have an Arithmancy lesson to… what?”

    Harry, as well as Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley whom had been accompanying him, broke into laughter after having caught sight of Malfoy’s hand. Draco looked to see what they were on about, and immediately turned pink.

    “Malfoy,” Potter choked out, “I didn’t know you cared!”

    Draco spun around to face Blaise with an accusatory countenance. Blaise, her eyes wide and innocent, began to button up the rest of the buttons on her blouse. Catching the hint, Draco should have been embarrassed. He should have been ashamed, shuffling his feet on the floor, turning ever more pink. Draco should have had some amount of scruples.

    But that wasn’t his style. Catching the hint, he merely grinned, winked suggestively at Blaise, then strutted away, looking thoroughly pleased with him.

    The bastard.