You and Blaise walked to the Quidditch field together, laughing and talking about the next game he had, he was a chaser.

You guys were to busy laughing to notice the root sticking out of the ground, you tripping and falling, only for him to catch you, your face in his chest.

”Uhm.. you good?” He asks, his face reddened as he realized your face was still in his chest. ”Sorry!- Sorry!” He helps you off him, looking at you nervously.