Draw The Line

Mischief Managed: Chapter 36

Tuesday started long for Blaise, he woke up to Ron throwing things all over the room in search for who knew what.

"What exactly are you doing?" Blaise groaned, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes.

"I can't find my herbology notes or homework!" Ron shouted, turning his trunk inside out onto the floor. Blaise looked at the mess in distaste, he knew that would all remain there on the floor until Hermione paid a visit to Ron in his dorm and made him clean. He hoped she'd come visit soon.

"At six in the morning?" Blaise said.

"I had to use the restroom and then I couldn't go back to sleep!" Ron shouted, moving to search through his dresser drawers. "Oh! I found them!" Ron cheered when he opened his sock drawer and found his things he jammed in there last week when he hurried to clean up for Hermione.

Blaise gazed lazily over at the work he was holding up and then it hit him: he had herbology today, which meant an entire hour working next to Neville. A smile spread across his face.

"You're doing it again," Ron said, noticing the look.

"What?"

"Making that creepy grin," Ron replied and Blaise's grin turned into a scowl.

"My smile isn't creepy."

"It is." Blaise threw his pillow at Ron, just barely missing his head as he laughed running for the bathroom door.

The annoyances didn't stop there though, when he got to the dining hall Pansy insisted they sit at the Gryffindor table again. Blaise got seated next to Ron who insisted on talking with his mouth full and staring at Hermione the whole time which was beyond annoying.

"You should really listen to Granger, you know, chew your food before you talk," Blaise said, and Ron sent him a scowl.

Herbology was his second class of the day and by the time he got there he was well and truly annoyed.

"What]'s wrong?" Neville asked when Blaise dropped his bag down next to his seat next to him in herbology with a sigh.

Blaise flopped down in his chair, "Weasley."

Neville let out a laugh that caused Blaise to feel a bit better at least, "What'd he do this time then?"

"He always eats with his mouth open and is up at the ass crack of dawn every other day looking for random things he lost," Blaise said and then shoved his head into his folded arms. Neville put a comforting hand on Blaise's shoulder and Blaise felt butterflies in his stomach.

"Too bad you didn't room with me," Neville said with a grin and Blaise's face promptly turned red.

"I don't know if that would have been the best idea," Blaise said, face still red and head running with traitorous ideas.

"What do you mean?" Neville said, confusion written on his face.

How innocent is he exactly, Blaise thought to himself with a smile, "Never mind."

On the other end of the table Harry and Draco were arguing over their Tentacula and how they were going to go about getting leaves from it.

"Didn't we cover this plant in sixth year?" Draco complained, trying to cast a severing charm and having his wand knocked out of his hand.

"Don't ask me, how would I know?" Harry tried to cast the same charm and one of the vines grabbed a hold of Harry's wrist, "Ah! Get it off!"

"Get it off yourself," Draco grumbled, picking his wand off the floor as Harry struggled with the vines, "And you should remember covering them." Draco watched Harry struggle for a moment, "Oh wait, you slept through the whole class, that's right."