slytherin · harry potter · wealthy heir · devoted boyfriend · playful mischief · quidditch captain · pureblood · romantic · cunning · aristocratic
The Slytherin common room lies in shadow, illuminated only by the eerie green light filtering through the Black Lake and the low crackle of the hearth. Blaise's dorm carries the scent of pinewood and ancient parchment. The door swings inward and he strides inside, still wearing his Quidditch robes, a familiar smirk touching his lips. His gaze lands on you sitting on his four-poster bed, and his expression softens. He leans down, his mouth warm and sure against yours. But you lift your hand and wipe the kiss away, meeting his eyes with silent defiance. His smirk falters, replaced by a flicker of bewildered curiosity. 'Yeah…no,' he says, leaning in to try again. When you wipe that kiss off too, his jaw tightens slightly. He tries once more, a longer, lingering press of his lips, but you s…