Blaise walked into the living room of his third floor flat in a muggle building in the city the next evening. He tossed his keys on the table by the door, took his shades off and dropped them on top of his keys. As he shrugged out of his blazer and walked into this living room a lamp clicked on in the middle of the room.

He had his back to Blaise. All the tall male saw was the back of a pale blonde head.

"I let myself in, hope you don't mind." Came Malfoy's cool voice.

Zabini licked his lips, "No, not at all." He stepped slowly around the other side of the couch.

"So," The blonde was examining his nails at the moment, "How was lunch yesterday?" He kept his eyes on his perfectly buffed nails.

"It was good." Blaise gave a mental grin at just how good lunch was.

"So, I assume Master Potter serves a tasty dinner as well?" His gray eyes now surveyed the other's slightly rumpled appearance. He even noticed how his friend's eyes widened in apparant surprise.

"I am guessing; you know from your dishevled look and the fact that you are coming in the next evening, that Harry James Potter's decleration to Rita Skitter is quite true." He sat back again on the couch and layed on arm over the back of the couch and propped his left ankle on his right knee.

"So, is he any good?" He watched his friend's face go from surprise to slight fear to near embarassment. "Well?" He prompted.

Blaise bit his bottom lip and took a moment to answer.

"Now come on Blaise, don't tell me that you have started a "Don't kiss and tell" policy?" He shifted to get abit more comfortable on the couch. "Tha's not the Blaise Zabini I know." He tilted his head to the side a bit and raised an eyebrow.

The tall male sighed and tried to relax a bit as he sat precariously on the arm of the couch near where he stood.

"I ask again," Malfoy grinned darkly, "Is he any good?"

Blaise didn't like the look on his friend's face. "Yeah." Was all he said after a moment.

"How good?" Malfoy's grin seemed to, if possible, darken more.

"He was really good." Blaise seemed to become a bit unsettled.

He stood now and the blonde watched him get off the arm and move to the kitchen across the hall. He gave a deep chuckle and rose from his place on the couch to follow after his nervous friend. "Oh do come now Blaise, you know I won't let you off that easily. I mean really, you fucked Harry Potter! The Boy Who Lived and Killed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" He leaned against the counter aside the other, "So, I ask you once again. How was he?"

Blaise turned his darkened eyes on Malfoy again and spoke up, "I feel compelled to correct you there Draco."

The silverlette raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

The taller male sighed and placed both hands on the edge of the counter, "I didn't fuck him."

Draco tilted his head to the side now, "You mean he fucked you?"

Blaise felt a flush creep up the back of his neck as his friend watched him. He took a deep breath and turned away from the blonde and walked to the ice box. Opening it he stuck his head inside and took several minutes to find himself a bottle of water.

"So, you're telling me that, you, Blaise Zabini, a Slytherin, got fucked by Harry Potter, a Gryffindor?"

He took another moment to recover from the blush that came over his features. Finally, straightening, he closed the ice box and walked back into the living room and dropped to the couch.

Malfoy watched as his friend seemed to ignore him. After a second he again followed after the taller and walked in to see him switch on the set.

The blonde dropped to the opposite end of the couch and watched his friend. "You will answer my question Blaise." He stated. The taller seemed to ignore him still. "Blaise, answer my question."

Blaise took a swig from his water bottle and then turned to look at the blonde. Capping the bottle he sighed, "Yes Draco, that is exactly what I mean." He returned his attention to the tele and proceeded to ignore the snickering issuing from his friend now.

"So how did it go from a lunch date to a night at Potter's place?" the blonde asked after a few minutes.

"To be honest, I have no earthly idea." Zabini replied as he flipped through channels. And in fact he didn't know. He was just gald that he found himself lucky enough to have gotten as far a he had in such a short time. He grinned mentally to himself as he pretended to be interested in what was on the television.

"Oh, another intersting thing I found out," He stated in a seeming after thought, "He lives in the new apartment building in Structure Alley." He took another sip of his water and didn't see the reaction that got from his blonde friend.

"Yeah, he lives on the thirteenth floor of the building." He capped the bottle and set it aside. "Nice place, whole floor is his." He chuckled a bit as he remembered his favorite room so far. "Nice bedroom too." He chuckled and again, didn't see Malfoy's reaction.

He then stood up and stretched. As he did so a yawn crept up on him. "Okay," He turned to look down at his blonde friends, "I'm gonna get some sleep." He waited until Malfoy rose from his seat on the couch.

"Tired are you?" Malfoy raised the question and an eyebrow.

Blaise blushes a bit and chuckled, "Would seem that way." He walked the other to the door, "See you later." With that he closed the door and Malfoy was left standing there in the hallway alone.