Harry's heart was still pounding as he followed Blaise through the castle corridors.
What the hell just happened?
One minute he'd been apologising to Hermione for seeing her naked arse—her very nice, very bare arse—and the next she'd been asking to see his, and he'd been about to say yes, and—
She saw my erection. She definitely saw my erection.
He wanted to die. He wanted to find a hole and crawl into it and never emerge. His best friend had seen him with a hard-on, and he'd seen her naked—just her backside—, and she'd asked to see his arse, and he'd been aroused by all of it, and nothing made sense anymore.
Thank Merlin for Blaise Zabini.
Harry had no idea what "thing" Blaise was referring to, but he was grateful for the interruption. Another thirty seconds, and he might have actually dropped his trousers in the Hogwarts kitchens. In front of Hermione. While sporting an erection that could have cut glass.
He had definitely forgotten about that… Would she have seen his cock, too? It wouldn't have been fair then…
W-What if she showed me her c-cunt… To be even…
His mind spiralled at the thought, a confusing tangle of arousal and mortification and something else he couldn't quite identify. Hermione was his best friend. He shouldn't be thinking about her like that. Except he already had been, apparently, if his body's reaction was anything to go by.
"Keep up, Potter," Blaise called over his shoulder, not slowing his brisk pace.
Harry hurried to match his stride, his trainers squeaking on the stone floor. They passed a pair of third-years who gawked at seeing Harry Potter following Blaise Zabini through the corridors like a lost puppy. Harry ignored them, focusing instead on the rhythmic swish of Blaise's robes.
"In here," Blaise said, stopping at an unremarkable door on the fourth floor.
"What is this place?" he asked, suddenly aware of his surroundings.
"Empty classroom. No one uses it." Blaise pushed the door open and gestured for Harry to enter. "Privacy."
Harry stepped inside, expecting... he wasn't sure what. Study materials? Some kind of Slytherin scheme? A prank, maybe?
What he found was a bare room with a few dusty desks pushed against the walls and absolutely nothing else.
"Zabini, what are we doing here? What's this 'thing' you mentioned?"
"There is no thing." Blaise closed the door behind them and leaned against it, his expression unreadable. "I made it up."
"You—what? Why?"
"Because you looked like you could use an out." Blaise's dark eyes studied him. "Am I wrong?"
Harry opened his mouth to deny it, then closed it again. He had been about to show Hermione his arse. And possibly more. In the kitchens.
"I... don't know."
"Thought so."
They stood in awkward silence. Harry became suddenly, acutely aware that his erection hadn't subsided. If anything, the adrenaline from fleeing the kitchens had made it worse. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to angle his body away from Blaise's line of sight.
Then he noticed something.
Blaise was hard, too.
The bulge in the Slytherin's well-tailored trousers was unmistakable—a distinct outline pressing against the dark fabric. Harry's eyes widened, and he quickly looked away, his face burning.
Why is Blaise hard? Why am I noticing that Blaise is hard? Why can't I stop noticing—
"Potter."
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to tell you something, and I need you to not hex me."
Harry's hand twitched toward his wand automatically. "That's not a reassuring start."
"I'm aware." Blaise took a breath—the first sign of uncertainty Harry had ever seen from the usually composed Slytherin. "I'm gay."
The words hung in the air.
"Oh," Harry said. Then, because his brain wasn't working properly, "Okay?"
"Okay?"
"I mean—that's fine. Good for you. I don't care who you—that's your business." Harry was rambling. He knew he was rambling. He couldn't stop. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I want to be honest about my motivations." Blaise pushed off from the door, taking a step closer. "I didn't rescue you from that situation out of the goodness of my heart."
"You didn't?" he asked weakly.
"No." Another step. "I did it because I've been looking for an excuse to get you alone."
Harry's mouth went dry. "Why?"
"Because you're fit, Potter. Gorgeous, actually." Blaise's voice was low, almost hypnotic. "Those eyes, that jaw, the way you move on a broomstick... I've wanted to feel you for years."
Harry's face was on fire. Being called handsome twice in one day—first by Hermione, now by Blaise—was doing something to him. Something confusing and not entirely unpleasant.
"I'm not—I don't know if I'm—"
"Into men? That's fine." Blaise stopped an arm's length away. "I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm just making an observation." His eyes dropped deliberately to Harry's crotch. "And offering to help with that."
Harry followed his gaze. His erection was still painfully obvious, straining against his jeans like it was trying to escape.
"Help how?"
"However you want." Blaise's tongue darted out to wet his lips. "But I was thinking... I could suck you off."
The words hit Harry like a Bludger to the chest.
"You want to—"
"Give you a blowjob."
Blaise's expression was calm, almost casual, like he was offering to help with homework. "No strings attached. No expectations. Just... helping you out."
"I..." Harry's brain had stopped functioning. All the blood in his body seemed to have migrated south. "Why?"
"Because I want to. Because I've fantasised about having the Chosen One's cock in my mouth more times than I can count." Blaise shrugged elegantly.
Harry should say no. He should definitely say no. He wasn't gay—at least, he didn't think he was gay. Once, he had taken a fancy to Cho. He had liked Ginny. He definitely noticed Hermione's arse in a very lustful way just minutes ago.
But Blaise was standing there, beautiful and confident and offering, and Harry's cock was throbbing, and he was so tired of being confused and frustrated and—
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