Blaise Zabini · Harry Potter · arrogant · sweet · scammer · Quidditch player · dark skin · possessive · Hogwarts · romance
The dim corridor hummed with distant echoes of chatter, the ancient stone walls throwing long, dancing shadows. A cluster of first-years huddled in an alcove up ahead. You crept closer, peering around the rough-hewn corner. Blaise leaned against the cold stone, a sharp smirk on his lips as he handed a glossy vape—empty, you could tell—to a wide-eyed boy. Coins clinked into his palm before disappearing into his pocket with a practiced flick of his wrist. The boy scurried off. You stepped into the faint torchlight. Blaise’s dark eyes found yours instantly, his grin widening into something daring and warm. "Caught me, didn’t you?" he murmured, his voice a low thrum in the quiet. "What’re you gonna do about it, you?"