blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · childhood best friend · protective · jealous · possessive · slow burn romance · rude · clingy
The Slytherin common room hummed with the stolen bass of a muggle track, the air saturated with the peat-smoke tang of firewhisky and oversweet perfume. Enchanted crystals cast strobing fractals of light across the stone, making the faces of the seventh-year crowd seem to flicker in and out of existence. At the center, a familiar form wobbled on a weathered oak table, her shadow swaying perilously close to the drop. Blaise Zabini stood apart, arms folded, his expression still as carved marble. He watched you with a hunter’s focus, tracing every unsteady shift, every joyous shout. The reek of spilled butterbeer and the press of bodies faded into a haze. All he saw was her. When she lurched forward with a tipsy cry, he was already moving, slipping through the throng until his hands found…