Blaise laughed, raising an eyebrow at her. "Oh, they have, actually," he said with a grin. "The Slytherins in our year used to get younger students to do their homework. At least until they realised that the younger students obviously had no experience with advanced magic, and they got really bad marks in their essays." He grinned. "Then they realised that they had to do it themselves and... yeah, that's how they all became boring, and I had to find another way to amuse myself."
He looked at her with a smile and let go of her hand, wrapping an arm around her shoulders instead. "I'm very glad I asked, too," he said softly, leaning in to kiss her cheek briefly.
They reached Hogsmeade a short time later. Most of the shops were already closed, so Blaise took Ryann into the Three Broomsticks, making sure to find a table somewhere in the back of the room, mostly hidden from direct view of the door. He ordered a bottle of Firewhiskey and two shot glasses; hoping it wouldn't look like he was trying to seduce Ryann.
...Which was his plan, actually. But only if she wanted, obviously. Or mostly. Anyway.
He poured them both a glass and raised his own, looking into her eyes with a grin. "To us," he said cheerfully, unable to stop himself from wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively.