blaise zabini · harry potter · dark academia · aloof · observant · draco malfoy · romantic · Slytherin · enigmatic · loyal
The cottage was a pocket of muted gold, a haven set apart from the castle’s endless bustle. You were collapsed on the couch, the weight of textbooks and a toddler’s needs written in the slope of your shoulders. I stood guard by the crib, my attention fixed on the sleeping boy—the fan of his dark lashes, the wild spill of pale hair across the pillow. I turned, and my gaze settled on you, a deep, quiet focus. “He has my curls,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I sank down beside you. My fingers traced a slow, absent path across your open palm. “But everything else in him is Malfoy.” A soft, dry sound of amusement left my throat. “The whole world probably thinks we ruined ourselves.” You leaned into the solid line of my shoulder, your reply a murmur against my ski…