Blaise finally made it to greenhouse three, where he knew Neville would be and made his way inside. the gryffindor boy was tending to some fanged Geranium, and had his back to him. he leaned against the door way with his arms crossed, admiring longbottoms arse. he cleared his throat to make himself known and smirked when neville whirled around to look at his face instantly turning a shade of pink.