Like Every Flavour Beans, Only Better

The first time Draco walked in on Blaise with someone was during fourth year, after the Yule Ball. He said good night to Pansy at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the girls' dormitories - she stomped off in a huff when he didn't give her a kiss, or a diamond ring, he wasn't quite sure which - and went back to his room, where he saw how skillfully Blaise had pinned Theodore Nott to the bed.

Admittedly, Blaise's private life was never of much interest to Draco Malfoy, who quite frankly was no perverted voyeur. What Blaise did, or who he did, for that matter, was his own business.

Except, at fourteen and not having gone past the occasional wank late at night with reinforced Silencio around his bed, Draco was absolutely enthralled.

"I'll, uh, just be down, then," he muttered, but he doubted either boy heard him, and went back down to the common room, preparing himself for a long night.

He'd never quite looked at Slytherin ties the same way again afterward.

*

Seamus Finnigan was enthusiastically groping Blaise through his robes by late January, which made Draco believe the whole thing with Theodore was never meant to last.

Not that he'd ever expected it to, really. They were Slytherins, and everything.

Naturally, everyone was disgusted, because Finnigan and Blaise were anything but shy. The Gryffindors were certain Blaise was about to do something evil and despicably vile - as if fourteen-year-old boys had anything more than sex in their head - and the Slytherins turned up their nose at the 'riffraff' Blaise had procured for a lover.

Draco supposed they were only jealous, because riffraff or no, Finnigan was so enthusiastic at learning everything that he had to be quite good at something. At least, that's what Blaise told him.

Poor Theodore, however, has since developed the habit of tugging at his tie as if he wanted to shag it.

*

At the beginning of fifth year Draco caught Blaise with his hand in the cookie jar, if by cookie jar one meant Zacharias Smith's pants. The Hufflepuff Chaser's head was thrown back against the wall and he made a series of sounds that possibly meant utter ecstasy in the Hufflepuffs' own language.

Draco felt a little bit dirty watching a Hufflepuff get off, so he turned his attention to Blaise, whose black hair fell in tendrils over dark eyes that had a look of such fierce intensity that made Draco want to learn Hufflepuffese.

That was, of course, absolutely unacceptable - he decided to get the Dark Mark that same afternoon to atone for his moment of weakness.

It was a good thing that had been a schoolday and he was unable to go home to do so.

*

Blaise was nowhere to be seen during the Slytherin's match against Ravenclaw that year, which had Draco only slightly worried. Blaise never missed a match, and Draco had learned to look for the one figure among the crowd who did not move or cheer or jump up and down throughout the game, so when The Figure That Did Not Move was absent that afternoon, Draco wanted to know why.

"Some game, huh?" he asked casually at the common room.

"Hmm?"

"When I caught the snitch, did you see? The Slytherins went wild."

Blaise looked at him from where he'd been reading his Charms text and blinked twice. "No I didn't."

"Oh?" Draco tried not to look crestfallen. "Were you elsewhere, then?"

"Not entirely." Blaise's mouth curled to a smirk. "I was under the Quidditch stands snogging Michael Corner."

"Any particular reason why?"

"Ravenclaw was going to lose."

*

Corner denied everything, though, as he immediately went to offer Cho Chang a shoulder to cry on after Ravenclaw lost to Gryffindor and moved around Blaise like he was the plague. Draco passed by the Ravenclaw table at lunch and he'd hear Corner talk loudly about how tea was never supposed to be potioned with anything.

Blaise shrugged it off, picking out the most revolting colours off his pack of Berti Botts' Every Flavour Beans and popping them in his mouth.

"That's disgusting," Draco said as a statement of fact.

"I like saving the best flavours for later," Blaise retorted, and they ignored the commotion that occured at the Ravenclaw table when Terry stood up and crossly denied putting any sort of love potion in Michael's tea.

Anthony told Michael to calm down and asked him what he'd been doing away from the Quidditch game anyway.

*

In the summer of fifth year Draco began to wonder if Blaise would snog him under the Quidditch stands if it weren't imperative of him to be on the pitch.

*

The scandal of sixth year had less to do with Harry Potter's Struggle Against The Dark Lord than it had with Harry Potter's Struggle Against Blaise and His Shameless Flirting. Blaise sidled up to Potter one day before Potions class and turned on his charms. He smiled extra sexily, his eyes simply smouldered the soul, and Potter turned into a gibbering pile of idiot.

Granger and Weasley came to save their friend before Blaise could move in for the kill, however, and Weasley shot murderous glares at Blaise's direction and Granger spouted off rubbish about how Blaise was so obviously playing some twisted game for the Dark Lord before they stomped inside the class, Potter in tow.

"Harry Potter? Are you mad?" Draco whispered to Blaise later that period as they were mixing up shrivelfig with Veela hair.

"No, quite possibly I'm smitten."

"WHAT?" Draco shrieked.

Professor Snape scolded Potter for whispering with Weasley and Granger and deducted thirty points from Gryffindor.

Blaise turned to Draco with a smirk. "Mind the shrivelfig, you'll spill all of it."

Draco gaped, and lowered his voice to a whisper. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. If we run out of shrivelfig, it shall be your fault."

*

Two weeks later Blaise succeeded in snogging Potter by the Lake, and again Draco seriously considered his friend's mental stability.

"I mean, Potter?" Draco mused out loud, hoping to pique Blaise's curiosity.

He didn't, and Blaise took out a piece of paper from his trunk instead and used his quill to draw a line through it. Draco snuck a peek at what was written.

"You've a list?"

"Well I need to keep track, don't I?"

"Oh, yes, it would be an utter tragedy if you shagged someone twice in two weeks."

"Exactly," Blaise murmured, missing the sarcasm in Draco's voice, or at least, ignoring it. "Oh, look, Seamus is up for another one. Hmm."

Draco stared in awe, and pretended he didn't want to see his name on the list.

*

"I just snogged Weasley in the greenhouses," Blaise announced.

"What?"

"All those glares he's been sending me when I'd been prancing around with Potter? Apparently he was just jealous and wanted in on the action," Blaise explained as if it made sense. "I figured they could share if they wanted to."

"Yes, but Weasley? Potter? What's been getting into your head?"

Blaise shrugged. "I was hoping to mess with their minds so when the Master attacks they'd be so confused they won't have time to come up with some silly way to defeat him."

"That is--"

"And if I fail, at least I got laid."

Draco had never quite got himself desensitised to Blaise.

*

Towards the end of sixth year Blaise decided to woo Terry Boot, in a way that only Blaise could. He'd been randomly bumping into Terry in the library and the tea house that wasn't Madam Puddifoot's down in Hogsmeade, and five days before Valentine's he told Draco he wanted Terry.

"What happened to Ron or Harry?" Draco wanted to know, feeling like he had to start subscribing to a Blaise Daily in case he missed important developments like this.

"Oh, they got together." Blaise shrugged vaguely.

Draco wasn't quite sure how that even fit in anywhere anymore. "I thought they wanted you?"

"No." Blaise shook his head. "It's all some form of unresolved sexual tension between them."

"And what does Granger have to say about that?" Draco asked, more for the interests of keeping the conversation going than for actually caring what Granger thought.

"I think she's a bit miffed that they think she's too boring to be in a relationship with," Blaise replied.

"And what do you think about it?" About the two of them leaving you for each other, Draco wanted to add, but that would have touched a nerve. Maybe.

"They're Gryffindors." Blaise looked at him incredulously, as if that explained everything.

Which it did, actually.

*

Draco was unaware of what Blaise did to woo Boot towards the end of sixth year, or during summer, and he was torn between wanting to think about it and not wanting to, but by the beginning of seventh year Blaise had been caught writing dirty notes to Boot in Transfiguration. McGonagall had reprimanded him severely - after she'd gathered herself and calmed down her breathing - and Boot had to be taken to the infirmary for massive nosebleeding.

Blaise went to visit, of course, with lollies and flowers, and had to be sent out again when he apparently began calling his lolly Terry and proceeding to, well.

Boot agreed to have tea with him when he got out of the infirmary, however, so it seemed as if all were not lost.

"Do you go around shagging anything with two feet that moves?" Draco asked afterward.

"Don't be silly. Terry wouldn't let me past heavy groping. Something about saving himself, or some such rubbish like that, I'm not quite sure."

Draco snorted. "I doubt that's going to stop you."

Blaise smiled innocently.

*

When Christmas came and Blaise had gone back through Theodore, Seamus, Zacharias and Terry again - Draco did not want to think of the rumours about Blaise and Neville Longbottom in greenhouse three, or what happened under the Hufflepuff table with Justin Finch-Fletchley - Draco finally broke down, pride be damned.

"Why am I not on that fucking list?" he hollered, storming into their dorm just as Terry tried to sneak his way past. The poor boy squeaked and scampered away from him, and Blaise looked up from his checklist curiously.

"Excuse me?" he tilted his head at an angle that perfectly exposed his lickable neck. Draco suspected he did that to distract him, so Draco tore his gaze away and glared at random things in general instead, if by glaring at random things in general one meant hyperventilating.

"It's just, GAH!" Draco started, shouting random meangingless syllables of distress and looking as if he were about to flail.

"Draco."

"ARGH!"

"Draco."

"WAH!"

"Draco." Blaise stood up, calmly walking towards Draco and slapping him on the face. "Calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down? I am calm!" Draco shrieked - calmly, since he insisted. "I'm always calm whenever everyone's in on the shagging but I'm not."

Blaise blinked at him, his initial expression of indifference turning into something that was akin to mild amusement. The corners of his lips curled up into a smirk and he stepped closer to Draco, locking dark brown eyes with gray.

"You're adorable when you're bratty," he murmured, and before Draco could protest this, Blaise pressed his lips against Draco. "You know I always save the best for last."

Well he did, really.