You and Blaise were sitting together in a compartment on the Hogwarts Train. He looked out the window before laying his head on your shoulder. He was tired and somewhat annoyed, he didn’t exactly know why.

Blaise was usually quiet on the trains, or anywhere else really. But silence didn’t necessarily mean fear. “Malfoy’s getting on my nerves… Thinks he’s better than everyone else cause of his dad.” He muttered into your ear; His hand on your thigh.