Disclaimer: Harry & Blaise aren't mine and they never will be. They will forever belong to JK Rowling.

A/N: No fucking idea where this came from. Now I must go sleep.

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Their first kiss isn't perfect but Blaise isn't surprised. First kisses usually aren't.

There's the hesitation - Slytherins and Gryffindors aren't supposed to interact in any way other than bitter rivalry. But Potter has always had a certain disregard for rules, following only the ones he agrees with. However, Blaise is pleased Potter is that way, otherwise they'd still be glaring at each other in the mirror while washing their hands. Instead Blaise is backed up against the sink with Potter pressed against him.

Potter's bloody glasses are digging into his cheek and because of that he can't really change the position of his head. But getting Potter to take them off would end up in the kiss being broken and there is no way he's going to let that happen; it it's a one off thing, an experiment, then he's going to enjoy while he can.

His lower back is hurting slightly from the edge of the sink pressing against it, but that pain is bearable, only because Potter is melded against his front. The other boy is warm and not quite soft but not entirely solid.

And the kiss itself isn't much to brag about. A confusing clash of teeth and lips and a flicker of tongues. Yet this is better than kissing Daphne who definitely had experience. This is real, this isn't born from a dare. They kissed because they wanted to and after experiencing this, Blaise thinks people should only kiss because of that reason.

Damn, he must have gotten caught up in his thoughts because there are no longer lips on his and Potter is close but there is fear in his face. It makes Blaise want to laugh. Potter, afraid for such a trivial thing. But if you're going to be brave in some situations, it would make sense for you to be scared in others.

He has to do something about that and he moves quickly. Easily Potter is slammed against the wall. Blaise fumbles for his glasses, yanks them off and sends them skittering across the sink. He moves closer so that he can feel that warmth. And then they are kissing again.

Again, it's rough and messy but that's good because rough and messy means there's passion in it. And they stay like that for a long time, neither bothered to do something about the fact someone could walk in any minute. In fact the thought intrigues him and briefly he entertains the thought of being an exhibitionist. But then Potter moves that little bit closer, shifts his hips up slightly and it's good, so good that he can't think any more.

So Blaise makes an odd whimpering sound, presses back and let's all coherent thought go.