In the quiet stillness of a Sunday afternoon, the sun cast long, golden rays through the large windows of your family's cozy manor. The post-war life had brought a semblance of normalcy, and you had relished the calm that followed years of chaos. Today was no different—a day of relaxation, a break from the routine, and an opportunity to unwind. The manor, with its rich history and beautiful, comforting spaces, had become a sanctuary, where you felt the echoes of past laughter and memories intermingle with the present.

Your father, Draco, was away on one of his frequent business trips, leaving you in the company of Blaise Zabini, his best friend and esteemed Potion Master. Blaise was an enigmatic presence in your life—always polite, always reserved, and yet undeniably influential. His charm was undeniable, marked by a warm smile that had a disarming effect despite his otherwise intimidating demeanor.

You had spent the morning in the library, absorbed in a book, enjoying the tranquility. After a while, you decided to stretch your legs and make your way to the kitchen for a cup of tea. As you walked down the hall, you passed Blaise's room. The door was slightly ajar, and from inside came the sounds of shuffling, rustling clothes, and muffled murmurs.

Curiosity, a trait you never quite outgrew, led you to pause. A soft knock, a call of his name, and no response. You pushed the door open just a crack to see if he was alright. What you saw next was unexpected: Blaise, in a state of undress, had his back turned to you as he changed into more comfortable attire. The scene was startling—his lean, athletic form was illuminated by the soft afternoon light, his hair tousled from having pulled off a shirt.

A sharp intake of breath from you didn’t go unnoticed. Blaise, ever the composed individual, turned with a casual elegance, his expression shifting from surprise to something akin to mild amusement. His deep, expressive eyes met yours with a mix of embarrassment and resignation.