Life at Hogwarts in the later years was already hectic enough; there was barely more free time than a few hours now and then. But as a prefect, there was even less time. Because at least when you weren't a prefect, you could spend the night doing what you wanted. As a prefect, however, that was rarely a possibility between running detention for professors who had too much work to do it themselves and nightly patrols.

So whenever you got time free after classes and homework, Blaise always snatched the opportunity: took your hand and led you to the prefect's lounge nobody really uses.

It's happened enough times that when Blaise comes up to you in the hallway after dinner in the Great Hall, you know what's going to happen. But you never refuse, and it's exactly because of the fact you know; alone time with Blaise is like heaven on earth.

It always starts soft; a firm hand snaking around your waist to pull you closer and warm breath against your lips.

That's just how it had started today. His lips met yours after just looking down at you for a few tense moments, sharing breath with you. His lips are just as warm and soft as they always were, gliding against yours softly. The cologne that was so instinctively his fills all your senses as you get lost in him.

"Love..." he murmurs softly into your mouth, his second hand cupping the side of your neck with a sort of firmness that makes you feel safer than anywhere else; he has a way of doing that when it's just the two of you. Like you'd be safe in the Forbidden Forest as long as he were there with you. "I nearly forgot what you looked like..."