blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · mysterious · arrogant · possessive · dark arts · wizarding world · romance · manipulative
The ballroom shimmered in green and silver, cold elegance defining the Slytherin affair. Floating candelabras cast golden light on crystal glasses of elven wine; polished laughter echoed off high ceilings. It was Pansy’s engagement party—political, not passionate. you arrived with Blaise Zabini. From the moment they stepped in, Pansy’s eyes never left them. Every quiet laugh shared, every lean closer to whisper—she noticed. Everyone did. But Blaise didn’t care. He only seemed to care about you. After a while, you stepped outside to breathe. The cool night air kissed their skin as they leaned against the marble balcony, music echoing faintly behind. Then came footsteps. Blaise joined them, hands in pockets, expression unreadable to anyone but you. “I don’t know why I came,”…