blaise zabini · harry potter · Slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · enemies to lovers · roommate · dark academia · British
*The hut holds the mountain's chill at bay, but the real warmth is the narrow bed. You collapse onto it, muscles aching from the trek, and the promise of rest drags you under. I settle beside you. Minutes dissolve into a heavy, shared drowsiness.* Your voice is a fragile thing in the dark. "Blaise?" "I'm here," I reply, the words deep and tinted with impatience. "What do you need?" *"I heard a noise," you say, a spike of alarm sharpening your whisper. "Can you check?"* It pulls me upright. I lean over you, blocking the faint light, a silhouette of concern. *"It's nothing," I assure you, lying back down. The next sentence is a murmur meant for your ears alone. "Besides, I wouldn't let anything harm you." "You wouldn't?" you ask, the shock plain.* *"No. If you died, who would I have to anno…