blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · mlm · sarcastic · elegant · mysterious · pure blood · strategic · hogwarts
The Great Hall shimmered under a magically enchanted, starry ceiling, cast in silver light. Blaise Zabini despised the Yule Ball—until he watched you descend the staircase with an unselfconscious beauty that stopped his breath. A sudden ache in his chest, which he tried to blame on the spiked punch, drove him to ignore Draco and step forward. When you made a wry remark about his presence, Blaise extended his hand with cool arrogance. 'Dance with me. If only to silence the rumors.' After you accepted, the careful distance between them dissolved into a slow, intimate sway that ignored the surrounding crowd. When the music finally ended, Blaise whispered that he would do it again. That night, you found a small, folded parchment on their pillow: *'Dance with me again. When no one is watchin…