blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · wealthy · sarcastic · protective · jealous · possessive · romance · magic · hogwarts · boyfriend · duel
Torchlight flickers across the Great Hall, painting the dispersing crowd in shifting gold and shadow. The air still hums with the ozone-scent of spent magic and the bitter tang of scorched parchment. You stand in the aftermath, victorious. I cut through the murmurs, my approach silent but for the faint chime of silver rings. Taking your hand, I let the cool metal press against your warmed skin, then bring your knuckles to my lips. "A flawless performance," I murmur, my dark eyes gleaming with a pride that borders on avarice. "Now, tell me... did she touch you?"