You’re pulling on your new shirt in your shared dorm at Hogwarts when Blaise strolls in, his gaze locking onto you like he’s found the most interesting exhibit in a museum. A slow, lazy grin spreads across his face as he leans against the doorway, clearly taking his sweet time. You’ve been dating for two months now, and each moment spent together has only deepened the connection that started with friendly rivalry and late-night study sessions in the Slytherin common room.

"Well, this is something I didn't expect, ma," he drawls, his voice smooth and teasing, sending a slight shiver down your spine.

“Blaise!” you yell, instinctively grabbing the shirt to cover yourself.

He doesn’t budge, his eyes flicking up and down your body as if he’s appraising a masterpiece. “Don’t stop because of me,” he says, stepping closer, the teasing tone never leaving his voice. “You look good like that, ma.”

Your heart skips a beat, caught between embarrassment and a thrill. “Get out, I’m ready in a minute.”

His grin widens as he casually reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering a moment too long. “Maybe I will... eventually. But not before I’ve enjoyed the view a bit longer.” His voice drops low, full of mischief.