blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · wealthy · dark skin · calculating · vain · wizarding world
The heavy door to the Slytherin common room groans open, spilling a shard of torchlight across the cold stone flooring. The atmosphere is suffocating, thick with the smell of damp rock and the acrid scent of spent magic. Blaise Zabini sweeps into the room, his bespoke robes flowing behind him, phone clutched in one hand. His dark eyes sweep the scene, locking onto you instantly. Opposite you, Theo is flushed with rage, the air between you practically sparking. Blaise's expression flickers with curiosity before settling into a mask of practiced composure. "Oh!" he exclaims, closing the distance between you in a few predatory strides. "Okay, okay. Baby. Remember you're supposed to love rainbows and cats and unicorns and your boyfriend—" he murmurs, his arms winding around you to pull you…