Earning a Name

Blaise
woke as he always had after a particularly good Bondage session with Harry. The
dark haired Gryffindor had been slightly cold during the initial tie-up, but he
more than made up for it after his little break. Just thinking back to all the
lovely positions and torturous pleasures Har had
subjected him to last afternoon made him shiver, and would have brought his
member to full attention had it not been so fully and repeatedly milked dry.

Reguardless
of the fact that he’d been put to bed, exhausted, before Har
even went down to dinner, Blaise woke with the sun’s
rays already trickling through the window in the room he always woke in, though
he figured it was slightly earlier
than he customarily rose. Still groggy, he chanced a peak into class=SpellE>Har’s room, hoping to check if he had truly bested the
normally early riser. Blaise would have to leave
right after breakfast as it were, knowing he had far too many things to take
care of at home after his weekend recluse. What he saw, however, made him do a
double take.

Darco’s
cot was pushed right against Har’s bed, the blonde
wrapped around the hand that dangled from it. Both were still sleeping soundly,
but Blaise got the distinct feeling that were the cot
as high up as the bed, the two might be positively tangled. It was the first
time he’d seen Har so loose in sleep. Usually, class=SpellE>Blaise could sneek in to find the
Gryff flat on his back, more dead-looking than
peacefully asleep. His memories of Draco from the
days the two dormed together were also filled with
guarded sleeping habits. Huh.

Yesterday’s experiences still
tingling throughout his body, Blaise wondered why he
had to always be right about these things.
He’d have to ask Har once more if he could
speak with Draco… not today, no, but soon. class=SpellE>Har certainly seemed less of the bastard he’d proclaimed
he’d be with the blond… to the point where even Draco’s
reserved nature seemed to accept Harry’s attentions. The stray thought that class=SpellE>Har might have simply forced Draco
to accept them seeped in, but one look at the blond sleeper’s reaction to the
hand negated the idea. Draco wasn’t style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>that good an actor. Maybe, just maybe,
he’d been right on even more accounts than he had dared confront class=SpellE>Har with.

Without a second glance he decided
he might be better off leaving before breakfast
this morning, using his job or Pansy as an excuse when (if) Har
got around to questioning the Slytherin’s uncustomary
behavior.