"Sit still, Draco, please."

Draco, lying across the bed, said dryly, "I thought you wanted me to lie here."

Blaise looked up, faint amusement apparent in his eyes. "I used the term loosely. Remain still, please."

"But, Blaise," Draco whined, "You're taking ages. Can't you sketch faster so that we can get on to more... entertaining activities?"

A slight smile touched Blaise's lips. "And what might those be?"

Draco threw a pillow at him.

"Draco, you have just thrown off the balance of my sketch." Blaise sighed dramatically.

"I got your attention, didn't I?" Draco smirked, triumphant.

"Hmm."

They fell silent; the only real sound in the room the scratch of Blaise's pencil on the sketchpad. Every few seconds, his gaze would flick to Draco briefly, and then return to his paper. Draco stared at the ceiling, watching the play of shadows and light. He thought that maybe he could understand Blaise's utter fascination with such things.

Blaise then muttered something to himself, pulling Draco out of his musings.

"Are you finished yet?"

"No."

Draco sighed. "Are you going to be finished any time in the near future? Or am I doomed to spend eternity in this position?"

"I don't know... I think I like you in this position. Maybe I'll just leave you there." Blaise's slight smile still lingering from before turned into a wicked smirk, even though his eyes didn't leave his drawing.

Draco snorted. "Even you would eventually lose interest in sketching me, Blaise. While I am a wonderfully attractive subject, I doubt that anyone could draw me forever. Besides, you'd run out of paper."

"Whoever said I was going to draw you? There are a multitude of other things I could be doing with you in that position." He looked up this time, eyes glittering.

"Oh? Such as?" Draco grinned.

Blaise didn't dignify that with a response, instead returning to carefully studying his sketch.

"You're no fun, Blaise. Honestly, I don't know why I bother with you."

"Why do you?" Blaise asked quietly, suddenly serious.

Draco turned his head to look at him. "Because... I do. I... like you, I suppose. You're different from everyone else, original and unique, you stand out. It's... a nice change. Why did you ask?"

"I didn't know, Draco. Why else?"

Draco looked at him for another moment then shrugged and flopped back down onto the bed, his pose be damned.

After a few minutes had passed, Draco sighed in annoyance. "Are you ever going to finish that fucking sketch?"

Blaise laughed softly. "I've been finished for ten minutes, Draco."

Draco sat up, feeling mildly affronted. "And you were planning on telling me this, when?"

"I wasn't. I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out. But, alas, as you are impossibly slow, I was forced to tell you." Blaise laughed again.

Draco got up and, tossing Blaise's sketchpad and pencil to the floor, kissed him hard, trapping his hands against the arms of the chair.

Blaise blinked. "That was a bit sudden. Where are your manners, Draco?"

Draco kissed him again, effectively ending the dry commentary.

"I had to shut you up somehow."

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