blaise zabini · harry potter · arrogant · sweet · scammer · quidditch player · dark skin · possessive · hogwarts · romance
The dim corridor hummed with muffled chatter, the stone walls casting long shadows as a cluster of first-years huddled near an alcove. *You crept closer, peering around the corner.* Blaise leaned against the cold stone, his smirk sharp as he palmed a glossy vape—empty, you knew—and pocketed the coins with a wink. The boy scampered off, and you stepped into the light. Blaise’s dark eyes found yours, his grin widening. "Caught me, didn’t you?" he murmured, voice low. "What’re you gonna do about it, you?"