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They decided to meet in the great hall, right after the speech McGonagall gave out. Everyone looked wonderful. Hermione wore a sage dress, that fluttered around her ankles and accented her warm skin. Ginny wore a delicate white dress, stopping at her knees and her hair looked like pure fire. Luna stumbled in on heels and a blue dress with celestial embroidery. Harry smiled when he saw Luna and Ginny walk in with their arms linked.
His eyes searched the hall once the speech finished and everyone started to move about. Harry found Blaise leaning against the wall, taking a drink from a champagne coupe. He looked stunning in his black tuxedo and black shirt with golden collar chain. He seemed tall and sleek and when their eyes met Harry felt warm and felt a flutter in his chest. He would never get tired of that feeling.
Blaise smirked and pushed off the wall, placing his half full glass onto the table next to him and walked over to Harry.
“You look very handsome,” Blaise send when he was very close to Harry. Close enough that Harry had to look up to look into Blaise’s warm eyes.
“You too- very even,” he stumbled over the compliment and blushed making Blaise laugh.
“Thank you,” and he softly kissed Harry on the lips.
“Harry why a Slytherin? Honestly standards are a thing, ” Ron’s voice came from behind them but it wasn’t disgusted or appalled but more amused. Harry spun around and saw that Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna and a small group of others standing behind them. He grew bright red and fumbled around to grab Blaise’s hand. The other boy was silent beside him but he squeezed his hand in silent support.
“Uh, everyone this is Blaise- my boyfriend.” It felt good finally saying it out loud, better even than he anticipated. He watched as Hermione gave him a delighted smile, as Ron held u both of his thumbs and Ginny whoop quietly. The others around them looked a bit shocked but once Ginny whooped they were smiling too, or at least not looking like they had a problem with them. A weight lifted off Harry’s shoulders.
“So how long have you been together?” Ginny asked.
“Just before Christmas, though we have been friends from the beginning of the year,” Blaise answered smoothly and Harry nodded along.
“How’s the sex?” Ginny asked unabashedly and Harry choked on air, growing bright red. Blaise laughed loudly, low and full, leaning back. Around them people were either in shock or laughing too though more at Harry’s embarrassed face than the question.
“Mmm, I want to know too,” Malfoy said, appearing from nowhere a glass of bubbling beverage in his hand. He looked smart and expensive in his black tailored suit, with light silver embroidery. Everyone turned to look at him, smiles sort of falling off their faces and shifting about. Blaise straightened back up, schooling his expression.
Though after their prank on him, Malfoy had actually stopped being such a pompous ass, it didn’t mean everything was suddenly daisies and roses.
“Fantastic. Thrilling. Euphoric. Best moments of my life-” Harry began listing off as if to prove to Draco that the sex was good. Ginny and Ron started laughing and even Hermione had a smile on her face.
“Alright, gods. You’ve proved your point. And really Zabini,” he said lightly, no sneer on his face more like light amusement,” a gryffindor? Honestly standards are a thing.” And he sauntered off. His tone and words were so similar to Ron’s that it left them in a fit of giggles and Ron scowling after Malfoy.
“I’m so happy for you Harry,” Hermione said, stepping a bit closer to speak to him, “and Zabini- a hair off his head and you won’t even know what hit you,” Hermione’s expression had turn steely, almost as cold as her voice, before it cleared and she gave them another warm smile.
“I should say the same,” Ron said, “but Hermione is much better at that than I am.” Harry knew Blaise well enough to know when he was taking things seriously and when he wasn’t. Now… he wasn’t so he stood on his toes and whispered into Blaise’s ear.
“Hermione once kept a woman- of the name Rita Skeeter- in a jar for a year. Trust me- Hermione is scary as fuck.” Blasie's eyes widened slightly and his mouth pinched a bit awkwardly. He met Hermione’s eyes, noting that the girl was looking rather smug.
“Right. Of course. A hair from his head won’t fall off,” he assured them seriously.
“Argh- Merlin this is all so boring!” Ginny suddenly butted in, “let’s go and dance,” and before anyone else could say anything she was dragging a happy Luna off to the dance floor.
“Mr Potter- may I have this dance?” Blaise said, his eyes twinkling as he reached a hand out for Harry to take, which he did. Harry smiled shyly back.
“You may Mr. Zabini.”
Like some cliché, that Harry wished to always stay in, a slow song began playing. Harry stepped a bit closer, which forced him to move his head up to keep eye contact with Blaise but it was worth feeling Blaise’s warmth.
They danced in their own bubble and Harry never felt happier. He was dancing with the one he loved the most, with the one that he felt completely at ease with, with the one that he wanted to spend his whole life with. His whole life.
“You’re looking at me with so much love,” Blaise murmured. “I love you so much too.”
“And I love you. I want you to stay with me when we leave school. I want to wake up next to you every morning and fall into to bed with you every night. I want to dance with you, and watch movies with you, come back home to you or wait for you to get back home from.” Blaise smiled openly and widely, he teeth visible and eyes almost shut.
“I want that too- I want everything with you Harry. Everything,” and he leaned down to deeply kiss Harry, gripping his waist.
“Mr Potter! Mr Zabini! Refrain yourselves!” McGonagall's voice broke them apart and one look at her pointed face (and her tiny smile) had them and others bursting out in laughter.
All was good.