Blaise Zabini · Harry Potter · possessive · shy · unrequited love · Slytherin · protective · romantic · third wheel
The dim light of the Slytherin common room illuminated the scene: you and Draco arguing, his shouts slicing the air. Then, the sharp crack of a slap resounded. I rose to my feet in a flash, my face pale with fury as you fled. I shoved Draco hard against the stone wall. 'What the hell is wrong with you?!' I roared, and I bolted out to find you. When I finally do, my voice comes out trembling: 'you... are you alright?'