Always

A/N This was a challenge response to hhhellcat's prompt of Blaise/Draco on lj. A bit OOC on Draco's part, too. Unbetaed so there may be a few mistakes. Just let me know. P.S. I love reviews. ;) Who doesn't though. :D

Always
Blaise entered the seemingly empty dorm room after a hideously long day of classes. At least seventh year was finally drawing to a close. He threw his satchel onto his bed and removed his robe. He had just begun loosening his tie when he heard a muffled cry coming from around Draco's bed. Lips turned up into a small grin, Blaise quietly crept to the other Slytherin's bed and peeked through a slit in the curtain.

He was treated to quite a sight as he watched Draco bite his lip as he tugged ferociously on his cock. The blond let out a harsh breath through his nose blowing the loose strands of hair resting on his clammy forehead. Blaise could feel himself harden at the sight of his secret crush pleasuring himself.

He had guessed earlier this year that Draco had formed a secret crush on Harry Potter after the Gryffindor had killed Voldemort. The evil megalomaniac had been killed in the middle of August, effectively ending the war for good. When what was left of their year had returned this fall, it was evident that most of their class had changed. Draco, Blaise noticed, had changed more than most. He had become less boisterous and more quietly observant. At first Blaise had assumed his mate was grieving Lucius who was killed by Severus when the Malfoy Patriarch had escaped Azkaban, but then again there never had really been any love lost between Draco and Lucius. Blaise then decided Draco simply had formed a crush on the Golden Boy.

He knew that Draco and Harry had worked closely together during the war as informant and informed respectively. Nowadays, the two former enemies could often be seen talking quietly together by themselves. Thicker than thieves the two of them and there was nothing a jealous torn Blaise could do about it. It pained Blaise every time he saw them huddled by the lake or in Hogsmeade since Draco barely ever spoke to him anymore. Anytime Draco would even be in the same room as him, the Seeker would instantly become withdrawn and lost in his own thoughts.

How Blaise hated Potter for having what he always wanted. Watching Draco now, Blaise decided to be the Slytherin he truly was and get a piece of the blond, even if it wasn't the piece of him he wanted. He knew that Draco's heart already belonged to the slow-witted Gryffindor.

“Thinking about Potter again, Draco,” Blaise asked, licking his lips.

Draco's hand stilled on his erection and his eyes flew open to stare at the other boy in shock. “B-Blaise,” he stuttered, looking like a ferret caught in the path of a Hippogriff.

Blaise calmly sank down on the bed next to Draco and kissed his pale neck. He covered his dorm mate's smaller hand and began the up and down motion once more. “Here, let me help you with that,” he murmured as he began to wank his love. Eventually, Draco's hand fell away allowing Blaise to take full control. He tipped his head back giving Blaise further access to kiss the creamy expanse of flesh and let out a soft moan.

Blaise could feel himself harden as he stroked the velvety flesh firmly. To his surprise, Draco began petting his trouser covered crotch. When Draco unexpectedly stuck his hands into his pants and began massaging his cock, Blaise let out a large gasp.

“Potter doesn't deserve you,” Blaise moaned as the two worked in tandem bringing each other off. Draco's chuckle was cut short as his orgasm overcame him and it turned into a loud groan in it's stead. Blaise followed right after, being even further turned on, listening to Draco pant.

After their breathing settled to normal, they arranged themselves in silent agreement with Blaise lying down on Draco's bed and Draco laying half on top of him.

“Blaise?” Draco questioned as he slid his hand in Blaise's shirt, palming the dark nipple he found there and effectively breaking the afterglow.

“Yeah,” Blaise said, tense with what was going to follow. He already knew this was a one time thing and he really didn't need Draco to voice the obvious.

“It wasn't Potter I was thinking about just now.”

Blaise's breath caught in his throat. “No?”

Draco pushed himself up so his gray eyes locked with Blaise's brown ones. “No. It was you. It's always been you.”

Blaise stared searchingly into Draco's eyes. Finding the answer he was looking for, he pulled the blond to him to begin the first in a long line of snogging sessions.

Fin.