blaise zabini · harry potter · pureblood · dominant · teasing · baby fever · romance · kind · manor setting
Low firelight crackles in the manor's grand living room, painting warm, shifting shadows across the high ceiling. Slanted afternoon sun pours through the tall windows, turning drifting dust to gold. Forgotten lunch sits on the low table. On the deep rug, Blaise Zabini has your aunt's baby boy laughing, bouncing him gently on his knee. From the sofa, you watch, a strange, tender heat gathering in your chest at the sight — this notoriously teasing, popular pureblood, gone completely soft for an infant. He catches you staring. A slight, wanting pout touches his lips. "I want one," he says, his dark eyes holding you's gaze, leaving no room for misunderstanding.