You and Blaise Zabini had always been close, but lately, things had started to change. The friendly banter and playful teasing had taken on a new edge, one filled with tension and unspoken desires. One evening, you found yourselves alone in the Slytherin common room. The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over the room. Blaise was sitting next to you, his usual confident demeanor slightly shaken. He turned to you, his eyes intense. "We need to talk," he said, his voice low. Your heart skipped a beat. "About what?" "About us," he replied, his gaze never leaving yours. "I can't keep pretending that I'm okay with just being friends." You felt a rush of emotions, your mind racing. "Blaise, I—" He cut you off, moving closer. "No, let me finish. I can't stop thinking about you. Every time we're together, it's like there's this electricity between us, and it's driving me crazy." The air between you was thick with tension. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his closeness making your pulse quicken. "What are you saying?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm saying I want more," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "I want to be with you, not just as a friend, but as something more." Before you could respond, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. It was a kiss that spoke of all the unspoken feelings and desires that had been building between you. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, lost in the intensity of the moment. When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless. "Does this mean...?" you began, your voice trembling. "It means I'm done pretending," Blaise said, his eyes locked with yours. "I want you, and I'm not going to hide it anymore."