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#Zabini
dreamcubed · 1 month
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false god | blaise zabini x reader
song; false god [taylor swift] pairing; blaise zabini x pure-blood!slytherin!fem!reader genre; arranged marriage, angst, hurt comfort, fluff, sort-of-e2l word count; 4,7k timeline; deathly hallows warnings; swearing, references to sex/hook-ups, references to battle injuries, questionable views on muggle-borns summary; you had been betrothed to blaise zabini practically your whole life, and while you moved in the same friend group, he had always avoided you. you tried to understand, you really did, but were you really so undesirable?
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"they say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith."
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The ring of plated white gold and emerald jewels had sat comfortably on your left ring finger ever since you had been big enough to wear it. It was worth a fortune, as your parents frequently reminded you, so it would be disrespectful to the Zabini family to not wear it with pride. You obeyed, even though Blaise - your affianced - had not worn his (more masculine) twin ring for as long as you had known him.
Sometimes you would catch the pitying looks of your mutual friends whenever the sun shone just right on the piece of jewellery, catching everyone's attention. They all knew that Blaise avoided you, never spoke to you, but it was an unspoken matter. You did your best to never show your hurt on your face, and be a strong and positive woman, like your parents had raised you to be.
You just wanted to make them proud.
It's not that you were in love with Blaise, not by any means. You would have to have actually spoken and bonded with the man to reach that stage. Regardless, rejection hurt, especially when you had no part in the arrangement of your marriage either. You were in the same position as he was, yet he acted as if you were at fault for the situation he found himself in.
You weren't a bad person, and you were at least decently attractive - was it really so bad to be betrothed to you? Why couldn't he just make the best of a bad situation and try to get to know you?
***
The Hogwarts Express had never been colder, even the warm red seats looked sallow and grey, reflecting the sullen looks on everyone's faces. You let out a sigh, pulling your thick jacket tighter around you and sinking into the cushions. Pansy was sat next to you, chewing on her lip thoughtfully as she stared at the water droplets cascading down the window. You hadn't said a word to each other apart from a greeting.
In fact, everyone on the train seemed to be sitting in silence.
Slytherin was the only house with almost full attendance from its students, as even the families who didn't support the death eaters felt confident in the safety of their children thanks to their blood status. The same couldn't not be said for the other houses, which had lost a good chunk of their students due to parental fears. Especially the muggle-borns - every single muggle-born you knew in your year had not shown up to catch the train.
It wasn't a mystery as to why: showing up to the school that was now overseen by Voldemort as a muggle-born was a death wish.
Despite its pure-blood status, your family didn't support Voldemort. That's not to say that they didn't have prejudices against muggle-borns, or that they would let you marry one, but they certainly didn't wish death upon them and would likely be okay with you befriending them. Just as long as you kept your bloodline pure.
The L/N family had remained a neutral party during the First Wizarding War, and were doing the same now during the second.
"Have you seen Draco?" Pansy asked, not even looking at you.
"I think I saw him at the platform at one point."
She hummed, and the silence fell again.
You began biting your nails.
***
The reign of Severus Snape as headmaster of Hogwarts had officially begun, casting an even more intense shadow over the school. As a Slytherin, this was actually quite good news, but you weren't so selfish that you could disregard the wellbeing of the other houses. Plus, the subject changes like Defence Against the Dark Arts becoming simply- the Dark Arts- were quite jarring.
"Can someone pass me the roast potatoes?" the emotionless voice of your fiancé rang out, signifying that he was talking to you. Normally, when talking to your other friends, he would smile, say please, even laugh. But when he was talking to you, he would do so indirectly and without emotion.
Sure enough, you were the person closest enough to the roast potatoes, but you decided to hold back in fulfilling his request, instead locking eyes with him. "Say please."
His eyes bored into yours for a few moments, before he scoffed and said, "Please."
"Was that so hard?" you mumbled, passing over the potatoes. Your friends had gone silent during the exchange, some of them sending pitiful glances your way. You were sick of being treated this way, both by Blaise and your friends, even if your friends did have good intentions.
You resumed your meal, aiming to at the very least enjoy the food of your last ever welcome feast at Hogwarts.
***
All you knew about Blaise was what your parents and friends had told you.
He was a pure-blood, and the son of a beautiful witch who had been widowed seven times under suspicious circumstances and become richer every time. As far as you could tell, it was highly likely that one of these dead husbands was Blaise's father. Admittedly, it made you nervous to marry into such a family, so perhaps it was a good thing that Blaise was so unwilling.
But your mother had told you that you had nothing to worry about, as Ms. Zabini only ever married bad men, and used it as a means to eradicate them.
"A noble cause."
Still, you had the rights to be nervous.
"Back to school party tonight," Millicent bounced up to you and announced, "Just us Slytherins."
"A party?" you had forgotten that such an event existed, given the misery of the world.
"I mean, yeah, we all need a pick-me-up," she shrugged, "It'll be in the common room. Bring firewhiskey."
You couldn't help but roll your eyes, but ultimately decided that drunkenness was just what the doctor ordered.
***
In your defence, you had started off slow with the drinks, mixing with lemonade and gradually sipping over a long period of time. However, once that system had (slowly but surely) gotten you drunk, all bets were off.
"Shots!" someone had shouted, and next thing you knew you were downing your sixth shot, after however many mixed drinks you had.
You stumbled away from the dancers to where some of your friends sat chatting, having the sudden feeling that you weren't too far away from passing out.
"Pansy..." you slurred, flopping on to the sofa next to her.
"Salazar, Y/N, how much have you drunk?"
Ignoring her question, you mumbled, "I feel amazing."
"A little self-control next time, yeah?"
You waved her off, no longer feeling like you were about to pass out so stumbling to your feet. You looked around the room with your eyes squinted, deciding that another drink was an excellent idea.
As you were on your way over - your friends calling after you - your vision became blurrier, until you bumped into a hard chest.
"What the fuck?" you cursed, narrowing your eyes and looking up at the person who inconvenienced you.
"Zabini," you muttered.
"Should you be getting another drink?" he asked.
You blanked him, "Does it kill you to be nice to me?"
He said nothing, biting on his inner cheek.
That was when the feeling of passing out returned, only this time in tenfold, making you drop forward. Your eyelids were heavy, you had to close them, and your body was heavy too, too much effort to remain stood up...
The only things you remember seeing after that were flashes of the stairs down to the dormitories - but you weren't walking, so how was that possible? And then throwing up in a toilet bowl, with your hair for some reason out of the way.
And then cushions, and quilt. But not yours: they smelled gorgeous, so you nuzzled your head into the scent and sighed dreamily.
***
When your eyes slowly peeled themselves open the next morning, your head was pounding and you were quite disoriented. Initially, you seemed to be tucked up in your own bed, but upon closer inspection you realised that the forest green decor was not in the usual place of the Slytherin seventh year girls' dormitories. In fact, this was a room that you had never seen before.
"You're up."
Your eyes shot towards the entrance to the connected bathroom, and every limb in your body froze as you laid eyes upon Blaise Zabini, already showered and dressed even though it was a Saturday.
"What- I-" you stuttered, sitting up in bed. You were relieved to see that you were still in the party clothes from the night before: you weren't opposed to a hook-up, but you would've liked to remember it.
"Relax," he sighed, "You blacked out last night. Carried you down here because I can't go down the girls' stairs."
You nodded slowly, trying to piece together the events, "Right..."
He said nothing, moving over to the dresser to spray a fragrance on his wrists. He truly was your typical classy rich boy. You took this opportunity to look around at the other beds in the room, seeing that the curtains were drawn around one in particular.
"Your beloved Pansy is in there."
Salazar, had she and Draco had sex while you were sleeping in the same room?
"At the very least they put a sound-proofing charm on," Blaise confirmed that thought, and you couldn't help but remark that this was the most he had ever spoken to you.
"Where did you sleep?" you had to ask.
This time, Blaise blanked you, his dark oak eyes void of emotion.
"Next to you," he eventually said, making your breath hitch. "Like we're not engaged, L/N," he scoffed, making you scowl.
"Since when have you acted like it?"
He didn't reply, and you decided that if you let it escalate to an argument, you might wake up the others. So, you forced yourself out of bed, picking up your shoes and leaving without another word.
Walk of shame, here you come.
***
Typically, if one of the girls in your dorm stumbled in the morning after a party in their clothes from the night before, there would be immediate questions of what happened and with who. But, when you entered your dorm, you were met with silence. Partially because half of the girls were still asleep, but mainly because the girls who were awake avoided looking at you.
Daphne was the only one forward enough to say something. "I saw Blaise carry you down."
To be fair, that would explain the lack of questions about hook-ups. They hadn't suspected that the two of you had sex. You simply hummed in response, just wanting to strip yourself of your clothes and makeup and crawl under your own duvet.
But Daphne still wasn't forward enough to ask if that meant your engagement had become a less cold one, as that would be entering the territory of the unspoken agreement to never mention the elephant in the room of Blaise's unwarranted disdain for you.
So, you were able to settle into a new slumber unhindered.
***
The party had been a pleasant but unfortunately temporary distraction from the miserable atmosphere that was Hogwarts. Learning the dark arts made you feel dirty, unclean - like you were announcing to the whole world that you were a death eater. You knew you weren't, and that you would never receive the Dark Mark, but you couldn't help but feel like a bad person.
You knew, however, that being a Slytherin meant the other houses looked at you with disdain, and also that many of your friends weren't entirely opposed to the Dark Lord's cause. It was something that made you sick to your stomach, yet you refused to voice these thoughts to anyone.
Not even Christmas could cheer you up, when before the colourfully decorated castle walls had filled you with a joy like no other. It didn't even feel like Christmas, it was as if all the saturation in the world had been lost, leaving behind a cold, dull grey hue. You had never been so sure of the fact that you would go home for Christmas than you were that year. At least your home wasn't shadowed by the rule of Voldemort, even if it was a tad cold and empty.
"I'll see you in the new year, yeah?" Daphne said to you, pulling you into a hug, "Have a good Christmas."
"You too," you returned the embrace, "And happy new year."
She smiled at you, and that was when you caught sight of Blaise in the corner of your eye. You hadn't spoken since the events of the Slytherin party, primarily because you had avoided him. But, he was walking towards you.
"Merry Christmas," he said monotonously, and Daphne took that as her cue to disappear.
"Merry Christmas," you said curtly back, picking up your trunk as you prepared to get off the train.
"Our families are having dinner together over the holiday."
You hesitated in your movements upon hearing that, but decided against replying, instead leaving him stood there with an expressionless face.
***
It wasn't that your parents didn't love you or care for you by any means, you knew that if you refused to marry Blaise Zabini they wouldn't disown you. But, they were raised with certain values and customs, and you had been raised into them as well. You wanted to make them proud - you just wished that the husband they had picked for you was a more willing participant in the arrangement.
So, when Blaise Zabini and his recently widowed (for the millionth time) mother arrived on your doorstep, the smile on your face wasn't entirely false. There were some truth to your emotions, despite the current state of the world.
"As you know, Blaise and Y/N are in their final year of Hogwarts," Ms Zabini spoke proudly once you were all sat around your dining table, "I believe it's time we start planning the wedding."
"I couldn't agree more," your mother replied, "It should be an elegant affair."
"That goes without saying."
You chewed on your lip.
"Y/N, what colour theme would you like?" your mother asked.
Your breath hitched, as you tried to scrape together a daydream of your dream wedding.
"Maybe pastel green?" you suggested timidly, "Since we're both Slytherins."
Ms Zabini nodded her head approvingly, "Is that agreeable to you, Blaise?"
The man shrugged, "Whatever Y/N wants."
"That makes things easy," the widow said, "It shall be a wonderful event."
***
After dinner, your collective parents had left you and Blaise to your own devices, suggesting that you show him your room. Part of you was surprised they were allowing a boy into your bedroom with no supervision, but you supposed some formalities were wavered due to your engagement to be married.
Blaise snorted when he entered your room: covered in moving posters and animated Lego sets, your four poster bed being pink and frilly with enchanted butterfly decor all around the wood.
"It's a bit mismatched," he said simply.
"It's home."
He raised an eyebrow at that, and silence consumed the both of you. The tension that hung in the air was thick, making you feel like you would go insane if you didn't say something.
"I'm not that bad, you know."
Blaise turned to face you from where he was sat at your desk, meanwhile you had perched on the end of your bed.
"I get that being tied to someone not of your choosing is a bit suffocating - believe me, I know - but you could make it easier for yourself by actually trying to get to know me."
"I do know you."
You rolled your eyes, "You know what I mean, Blaise," his first name was a foreign taste on your tongue, "You could have a worse wife than me."
He appeared to ponder your words for a while, stewing in the dampening tension of the atmosphere meanwhile you anxiously awaited his response. It was as if every action he took was intentional in making your nerves spike.
"The truth is, Y/N, I resent you."
You sat, stunned.
"My freedom to choose has been taken away from me."
Your blood boiled, making you stand up, "And I'm to blame for that? I'm in the same situation as you are, you knobhead."
He said nothing.
"I wasn't the one who made the decision. Stop acting like you're the only one here who's having a hard time."
Blaise went to open his mouth, but you carried on.
"Not to mention, there are people out there dying in the war right now," you vaguely gestured towards the window, "You should count your lucky stars that the biggest problem in your life is having to marry me!"
You scoffed, watching as he stared wide-eyed at you. After you realised he had nothing to say, you left the room to head down to the kitchens. Salazar, you needed a cup of hot chocolate after that whole ordeal.
***
The dark grey clouds cast a grim shadow over the once buzzing atmosphere of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and they only seemed to get gloomier by the day. It was all you could do to stand on the sheltered bridge as you watched rain pour down, even though it was meant to be Spring. The mood of the wizarding world had always had a strange effect on the weather.
Your gloveless fingers were beginning to grow numb in the cold, but you didn't move, nor make any attempt to warm them up. You just wish that you could say that your low mood was for something as selfless as the current danger muggle-borns were in. But, no, you were egotistically thinking about your own qualms - i.e. your upcoming wedding with a man who hardly looked your way.
Ever since the argument at Christmas, he had gone back to disregarding your existence, apart from the few occasions you would catch him staring at you when he thought no one was watching. Aside from that, both your mother and his were frequently owling you about decisions for the wedding, which was making the whole ordeal seem a lot more real than it did before.
"L/N," the last voice that you expected to hear called out from beside you.
Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to turn around, as if you were paralysed.
"You'll freeze to death out here," he spoke again, this time closer to you, "Everyone's wondering where you are."
Slowly, you turned your head to look at Blaise Zabini, your sallow eyes boring into his.
"They're looking everywhere for you."
"Tell them I'm fine," you eventually spoke.
"I don't think you are, though," he sighed, "You look like you're one minute away from hypothermia."
You shrugged, "Nothing magic medicine can't fix."
Blaise rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand, "Fuck, you're like ice."
That was when he started dragging you back to the castle, and you didn't have the energy to resist at all.
"What are you doing out here, anyway?"
You scoffed, "Like you couldn't guess."
He didn't reply to that statement, instead saying, "We're getting you warmed up."
He sat you in front of the fire in the Slytherin common room, wrapping a forest green blanket around you and placing a warm cup of hot chocolate in your hand. Your friends gathered around you, asking questions about where you had been and if you were okay, but you replied to none of them. Eventually, Blaise urged them all to give you space, letting out a sigh in the process.
Your heart twisted, and you attempted to suppress the pain by sipping on the drink.
It burnt your tongue.
"Careful," Blaise murmured, sitting on the sofa behind you.
You didn't even have the energy to scowl.
"We have our NEWTs soon, you have to take care of yourself."
That wasn't the only thing you had soon.
"You don't have to pretend like you care," you eventually forced out between chattering teeth.
You paused - waiting for him to say something. Anything. Part of you was praying to the gods above that he would say he wasn't pretending, that he did truly care. Instead, his silence was deafening, and your heart twisted and turned all that more. Why couldn't you just hate him?
Who would have thought it would be such a curse to have feelings for your fiancé?
***
Dust swarmed your senses, wrenching at your lungs and causing you to cough horrifically like you were a seasoned chainsmoker; you could barely see a metre ahead of you, and it was all you could do to shield your eyes with your arm as you progressed forwards. Through the crumbles and cracks, you could hear yells of Latin, thrown aggressively and with raw passion that had your blood spiking.
As far as you could tell, you were still in the dungeons - but you needed to get out of them, as they appeared on the verge of collapsing. You hadn't particularly engaged in any duels yourself, both because you were a coward, and because you lacked duelling skills. However, you had aided some students against the death eaters here and there on your progression through the castle.
You couldn't take a completely neutral stance like your parents.
You coughed harder, spluttering as your feet found stairs and began to climb up them - stumbling, but not falling.
"Help," a strained voice called out, making you assess the situation around you as best you could. As you inched further towards the left, you could make out the figure of someone stuck under rubble halfway up the staircase. You moved even closer.
"Blaise?" you croaked out.
A groan.
"Fuck," you mumbled, quickly muttering a spell to lift the rubble off of him. You saw the blood staining his clothes and gasped.
"It snapped my wand," he said, wincing as he tried to move.
You did your best to help him up, letting him rest his weight on your shoulders as you continued to push up the stairs.
"The dungeons are about to collapse," you said, carefully navigating your way around the corner once you finished the stairs.
"The whole-" he groaned, "-castle is."
You grimaced, "You need a healer."
But getting to the makeshift hospital ward without getting caught up in a duel would be quite a challenge. Then, it suddenly hit you.
"Which side are you on?" you quickly asked.
He scoffed, "Which side do you think? I'm still here." He then hunched over with an even louder groan than before, you swiftly moved to support his weight more.
Most Slytherin students who were either neutral or on the side of the death eaters had abandoned Hogwarts instead of staying to fight. You were a coward, but you would never have been able to forgive yourself if you had left. Instead, you found yourself stuck in the dungeons, some way, somehow.
"You stayed to fight," you murmured.
He went to say something, but another sharp pain coursed through him.
"Fuck," you cursed.
***
By some miracle, you reached the hospital ward with minimal further damage, and managed to get Blaise seen to instantly. You were amazed that they didn't question two Slytherin students being on their side, but you supposed it made sense: they were the good guys.
As you watched them take his shirt off to assess the damage, a glimmer of something against his chest caught your eye. It was connected to a thin silver chain that dangled around his neck, showing slight signs of wear and tear, implying he didn't even take it off when showering. When your vision cleared, you realised that the shimmery object along the chain was none other than the white gold band of green jewels that was the matching pair to the ring on your finger.
A lump caught in your throat, "You're wearing it," you choked out.
Blaise's eyes were shut, but he smiled tiredly, "Always."
Tears pricked at your eyes.
***
Eventually, what would be known as the infamous Battle of Hogwarts ceased fire: Lord Voldemort had fallen at the hands of Harry Potter. But there weren't cheers.
There was only devastation.
The wreck that the once majestic Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had become, and the subsequent deaths of thousands of kind-hearted people who had so much life to live. It was the epitome of bittersweet to watch people going around clearing up after the battle. You were grateful to be among the living, sat next to Blaise as he slept restlessly on a mat on the floor.
There wasn't really anyone else for you to talk to in the aftermath after all: Slytherins were quite isolated from the other houses, and hardly any Slytherins had stayed.
You allowed yourself the luxury of taking Blaise's hand in your own and squeezing it gently, letting a solitary tear cascade down your cheek. Was it relief? Was it hope? Was it happiness? Or was it sadness? Melancholia? Regret?
You didn't know, you simply allowed the feeling to wash over you.
"I didn't stay to fight," Blaise said out of nowhere, his voice gruff and quiet.
"Hm?"
"I stayed because you stayed."
Your heart jolted at his words, "Really?"
"Of course," he peeled his eyes open, "'Til death do us part."
You squeezed his hand again, "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you act like you hated me?"
He sighed, appearing to be gathering as much energy together as he could, "I resented you, yes, but I- I was also scared of hurting you. You know what everyone thinks of my mother - that she's a-" he coughed, "-serial killer. Killing her husbands."
You admired his smooth face, despite its cuts and gashes.
"I was scared of becoming her, and I didn't want that to be your fate."
You reached out a hand to graze his prominent cheekbone, letting the tiniest of smiles tug at your lips.
"We'll be okay, Blaise," you murmured softly, "You're not like her."
He smiled slightly, wincing in the process. "No arranged marriages for our kids?"
You nodded, "No arranged marriages for our kids."
***
Your parents walked either side of you as you made your way down the grassy aisle, the summer heat blazing down on to the prettily flowered meadow. In your hands was a bouquet of white and pastel green peonies, and on your figure was a gorgeous princess ball gown that cost a small fortune. All your family and friends were stood up from their seats, gazing at your every move. Blaise, proudly stood at the altar in a black suit with a mint coloured waistcoat, was no exception. His eyes were trained into yours, making your heart flip tenfold.
Meeting him in front of the officiant, you passed your bouquet off to Pansy before allowing yourself to truly smile in your fiancé's presence. He took your hands into his and squeezed ever so slightly, as the officiant began to speak.
It felt like forever before the vows.
"I, Mr Blaise Zabini, promise to take Miss Y/N L/N to be my wife, and to love and cherish her, in sickness and in health, 'til death do us part."
He slipped the ring on to your finger, where it settled above your engagement ring.
The attention was then on you.
"I, Miss Y/N L/N, promise to take Mr Blaise Zabini to be my husband, and to love and cherish him, in sickness and in health, 'til death do us part." You pushed the larger ring on to his finger.
"I now, by the power vested in me, pronounce you husband and wife."
Blaise swooped down to kiss you warmly on the lips as cheers erupted from the crowd, and you found yourself smiling into his lips.
"I love you," he whispered. Words he had never spoken before.
"I love you too."
'Til death do us part.
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written; 27/12/2023 —> 15/02/2024 published; 16/02/2024 edited; —/—/——
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𝐁.𝐙 ❦ 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒? | Pt. 2
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This is pt. 2 to my previous post pt. 1 and pt. 3 will be linked below!!! Enjoy!
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That’s pt.1 go read before reading this!!
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"I know..." you say quietly. "I wanted to come to you sooner I just didn't know how to tell you I guess. How'd you figure out?" Blaise asks curiously. "I didn't, I just knew. He's practically doing it right in-front of my face...I just don't know how to break up with him." You say feeling the tears coming back to your eyes. "I'm sorry..." Blaise whispers. You lift your head up off his shoulder and look up at him. "I want to break up with him but...I don't know...I feel like I can't." You say as your vision gets slightly blurred with the tears filling your eyes again. Blaise looks at your eyes then his eyes dart around your face with sympathy. "I knew I had to tell you but I didn't know how or when...I just can't stand seeing you with him.." He slightly mumbles the last part. "It's okay...regardless if you told me or not I would've found out." You say taking a breath. You and Blaise sit there on the cold stone bench, your head laying on his shoulder, with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. You both sit there for what feels like a minute, but before you knew it students were coming out of their classrooms to go to their next class. As you and Blaise see the students rushing the halls you both stand up. Blaise wraps his arms around you and you wrap your arms back around his neck. "I'm sorry Y/n...." Blaise whispers as you both just stand there and hug.
DRACOS POV.
As I see Y/n and Blaise walk out of the classroom, I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. I continue looking at them until I bring my attention back to Pansy.
TIME SKIP TO END OF CLASS.
Me and Pansy had talked nearly the entire class period. 'Can't believe she was that easy to get to.' I think to myself as I walk out of charms class with Goyle by my side. Me and Goyle walk past the courtyard only to see Blaise and Y/n hugging. My Y/n. "The fuck?" I mumble to myself. I can't help but let my emotions take over. I barge up to them.
THIRD PERSON.
You feel a strong hand practically rip you off Blaise. "What the he-" You say as you pause when you look up to see Draco. Before you can say anything Blaise speaks up. "The hell is your problem man!" Blaise says raising his voice slightly. Blaise raising his voice surprised you. Blaise was a very calm person and always kept his cool, never showed too much emotion. So when he did you knew it was serious. "My problem is you!" Draco yells back getting a bit in Blaise's face. "You're practically feeling up Y/n, she's MY girlfriend." Draco says continuing his sentence he says getting a little closer to Blaise. Blaise stands there eyebrows furrowed, slightly tilting his head, looking slightly down at Draco. Draco and Blaise were very close in height but when it came down to it Blaise was about 3 inches taller. "Draco stop, okay-" You say trying to reason with him as you put your hand on his shoulder, in one swift move he basically whacks your hand off of him. As soon as he touches you Blaise shoves him backwards. "Leave her alone man..this is between us." Blaise says trying to keep his cool. "No because actually I think this does involve her," Draco says gesturing towards you. "See because I knew you had a little crush on Y/n and this whole thing just confirmed it. Blaise I thought we were friends but now you're trying to steal my girl?" Draco says trying to flip the table on us. "Oh my god" You laugh "Draco are you fucking dense! I know that you've been cheating on me! Blaise told me what you said!" You yell finally loosing your temper. You get a little in Draco's face. "You told her?" Draco says scoffing looking at Blaise. "Yeah I did...not my fault you were too pussy to break up with her." Blaise says strongly. At this point everyone was grabbing their popcorn and watching. As soon as Blaise calls Draco a pussy, Draco shoves you out of the way and lunges at him.
Draco shoves Blaise backwards, he stumbles. Then Blaise comes back 2x harder shoving Draco to the ground. Blaise then grabs Draco by his tie bringing him inches from his face. "Touch her one more fucking time..." He says slightly out of breath after getting pushed. "I fucking dare you." Blaise says low and cold nearly whispering. Draco just looks up at Blaise laying on the ground. Blaise scoffs and shoves him slightly into the ground. You stand there just shocked. "Cmon Y/n I'll walk you to your next class." Blaise says offering you his hand. You take it and step over Draco as he still lays on the ground. As Blaise walks you out of the court yard you can't help but look back at Draco. Who is being helped up by Goyle. You turn your head again and look up at Blaise whose face is cold looking forward. You two continue walking to your next class hand in hand. Once you arrive he turns to you still holding your hand. "Could you meet up with me after school maybe?" Blaise says looking down at his shoes then back up to your eyes. "yeah...where..?" you say softly looking back up at Blaise. "Astronomy tower...tonight at 6, okay?" He says looking down at your hand holding his, slightly rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand. He looks back up at you to reassure the plans. You nod your head and bring him in for a quick hug. Your arms once again loop around his neck and you hug him tightly. His arms snake around your waist pulling you close. He hugs you until you pull away. "I'll see you then" You says softly as you turn to walk into class. He stands there and stares softly as you walk into class. He doesn't walk away until you're inside.
TIME SKIP TO END OF SCHOOL
All day all you could think of was Blaise. Him and the fact Draco hadn't even tried to talk to you all day ,and when he would pass you in the hallways he would act like you didn't even exist. He's doing all that when YOU should be the one who's mad.
As you rest you head on your hand you finally hear the bell chime that it's now the end of the day. "Finally" you whisper underneath your breath. You walk out of class and back to your dorm. Where you find Cho basically gawking at you. "What. Was. That. All. About." Cho says dramatically referring to this morning in the courtyard. You sigh "Cho so much happened today" you say flopping backwards onto your bed. Cho walks over to your bed and sits on the end. "Well tell me! Everybody's talking about what happened in the court yard, and I wanna know the inside dets!!" Cho says excitingly smiling at you. You sigh then sit up. "So basically....today during charms class me and Blaise had gotten out early and he asked me if I wanted to go sit with him in the court yard...I said yeah..we sat there and he told me he missed me then he told me...." You say trailing off a bit. "Told you what?" Cho's face goes from excitement to concern. "He told me Draco was cheating on me...." You say quietly and adverting your gaze anywhere but her eyes as yours begin to water. Cho's face immediately saddens. "Gosh....come here.." Cho says softly as she opens her arms to give you a hug. You scoot to her then lean into her hug. "I'm sorry Y/n...if you don't mind me asking...who was he cheating on you with..?" You pull out of the hug. You look at her with sad eyes. "...Pansy" You say disappointed. Cho's face turns from pity to frustration "What?" she says standing up "You're joking! Why haven't you done anything about it? Y/n we have to go find her and confront her. You can't just let this slide." Cho says pacing around the room with anger. "Trust me Cho I know but I'm gonna think about what to do first...I can't just go up to her and yell at her. I don't even know if they did anything. I know that I have to talk to her about it but I don't know how or when." You say glancing around the room. "If you won't I will." Cho says crossing her arms. "Ok. Gosh uhm. I'll go try to talk to her maybe in like an hour? I just need to relax for a little bit and think of what to say to her. Because literally what do I even say?" "Just straight up ask her, that's the only way you'll get a straight answer." Cho says shrugging. "Oh my god also after the whole thing in the courtyard Blaise asked me to meet him in the astronomy tower tonight." You say slightly sighing. "What! You're joking! Y/n he totally likes you and the way I've been telling you for like what 2 years now?" "Cho...chill..he probably just wants to talk about Draco and everything that happened..and plus why would he like me I totally blew him off for Draco..." You say sighing picking at your cuticles. "Y/n everyone saw you two holding hands...he obviouslyyy still cares for you..a lot." Cho says grabbing one of your stuffed animals as she sits down on your bed again. You slightly blush at her comment about you two holding hands. "Cho...cmon now" You say giving her a 'seriously?' kinda look. "even before Draco we always held hands..nothing like that it was just like friendly?" you continue. "Yahh and even before Draco everyone knew he liked you." she says playing with the stuffed animals arms. "Cho stop. I dunno I just want everything to go back to normal..gosh! Why didn't you stop me from dating Draco he's such an ass.." You say looking up at Cho. "Y/n.." she laugh lightly "I tried, trust me I tried...after seeing how his and Miones relationship ended I didn't want you getting all tangled up in his heartbreak mess." Cho says still playing with the stuffed animal. "You're right.." you sigh. "Do you want me to go with you to go talk to Pansy..?" Cho says putting the stuffed animal down in her lap. "No I got it..I'm just gonna go to her maturely and hopefully she doesn't get all somehow..." you say sighing again. "Mmkkkk but just be careful you know how her friends can get, you should get going soon though if you wanna meet Blaise on time." Cho says as you sit up. "Oh god you're right" You get up and fix your hair. "Wish me luck I guess?" You say as you walk to the door and walk out.
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Tumblr rlly needs to extend the character limits. T.T
Here’s pt. 3!
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alcanceress · 1 year
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If there is no Blaise Zabini fancast, I will make it myself. ladies and gentlemen, Jackson Marchetti (Kedar Williams Stirling) from sex education. did it for 2 hours. I NEED YOUR FEEDBACK
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OH EUGENIA ZABINI AND DORCAS WERE FRIENDS? FRIENDS.
too late theyre lesbians and dating
oops
oh yes ofc, i'm sorry. you're very right. my bad <3
(kinda hate this???? idk i hope you like it!)
First Sight
"Dorcas Meadowes!" Professor McGonagall calls from the front of the Great Hall. Dorcas shakily makes her way up to the platform, sitting down on the small wooden stool and refusing to make eye contact with anybody. The oversized hat is placed on her head, covering her eyes and a loud voice suddenly booms through her head.
"Ah, a tricky one here," the hat says, and Dorcas finds herself shaking even more. "There's a lot of wisdom here, great potential. Yet still, a strong sense of cunning and ambition. You could go great places. Hmm." The sorting hat muses on whether to put Dorcas in Ravenclaw or Slytherin eventually settling on...
"Slytherin!" Cheers erupt from the Slytherin table as the hat is lifted off Dorcas' head and she scurries over to the empty seats on the end. She keeps her head down for most of the sorting, vaguely hearing a few names she recognizes from the train. And then there's only one left.
"Eugenia Zabini!" Professor McGonagall calls out. Dorcas looks up to see a very pretty girl, indeed, walking up to the stool with confidence. Her skin is a few shades lighter than Dorcas' and her hair is hidden behind a tightly wrapped blush-colored scarf. Dorcas feels inexplicably drawn to her. After only a few moments, the hat calls out
"Slytherin!" and Dorcas feels oddly self conscious as the girl, Eugenia, walks over and sits right down next to Dorcas.
"I'm Eugenia, but you can call me Genie if you want!" she says, offering a hand. Dorcas feels both her cheeks heat up, not knowing why, and she suddenly feels all jittery.
"Um, I- uh, I'm Dorcas," she says quietly, taking Eugenia's hand. She has a very strong handshake, she notes, which makes her feel a bit safer amongst this sea of the unknown. After Dumbledore gives his speech and dinner is served, Dorcas and Eugenia find themselves talking about anything and everything as the world falls away around them.
Later that evening, their prefect, Narcissa Black, guides them down into the dungeons, which somehow don't feel so cold and dark, holding Eugenia's hand. They find themselves in the same dorm, windows looking out into the Black Lake, fish and strange creatures swimming by.
"Hey, um, Genie?" Dorcas asks, shuffling towards the bed Eugenia's chosen for herself. The dungeons are rather the opposite of her warm, comforting room back home.
"Yeah, Cas?" she replies. Dorcas feels butterflies at the nickname.
"Can I sleep over here tonight?" Oh my god, she can't believe she asked that. Eugenia probably thinks she's really weird and a scardy cat and-
"Sure!" Oh. Well then.
//Six years later, as Dorcas lies in that same bed, curtains closed, clothes on the floor, playing with Genie's hair, she smiles. Genie always says it's a story to tell the grandkids. Perhaps she's right.
NEARLY HAD A MELTDOWN BECAUSE I SAVED IT TO MY DRAFTS AND IT DISAPPEARED (i found it but) that was almost really bad <3
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adh-james-version · 3 days
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Blaise Zabini would look like Malcom X
ok, hear me out on this one. lemme preface by saying im african american and im not basing this off of Zabini's actor but
Blaise Zabini would look like Malcom X when hes in like is 30s or 40s
hold on let me cook, let me cook
just look up a picture of Malcom X...I REST MY MOTHERFUCKING CASE!
AND AND Malcom X was 6'4 and we allll know Blaise was tall asf.
SO with all my evidence - Zabini would look like Malcom X, fight me.
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yaksu0110 · 1 year
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follow my twitter for support <///3
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my-beloved-fandoms · 10 months
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Theodore is a hopeless romantic and Blaise is a flirt. Fight me
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Blaise Zabini Aesthetic Moodboard
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cyprus-green · 1 year
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Hello Mr. Zabini 😘 these fancasts are delicious
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Diana Zabini +1
Acceptances in 24 hours!
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mskrianna · 2 years
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⠀⠀ ⠀❛ роковая женщина — не та, которую любят. а та, которую не могут забыть ❜
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Astrid et Armand Zabini
𝑰'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆
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slytherinslut0 · 4 months
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jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons
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author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.
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-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.
Draco Malfoy.
Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.
“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”
Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.
Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.
“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.
His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.
He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.
“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”
He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.
Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.
“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”
He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.
“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”
Blaise Zabini.
Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.
He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.
When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.
This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.
He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.
You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.
After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.
“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”
Lorenzo Berkshire.
Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.
Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.
Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.
His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.
You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.
He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.
“Who was that guy, darling?”
You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.
“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”
He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”
You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”
Mattheo Riddle.
“Who the fuck-“
Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.
You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.
You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.
Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.
You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,
“Is this fucker bothering you?”
Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.
“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“
He’d heard more than enough.
“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”
Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:
“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”
Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.
And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.
When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”
You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.
Theodore Nott.
He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.
Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-
Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.
Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.
Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.
His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.
He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.
“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”
As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.
Tom Riddle.
“AVADA KEDA-“
Lowkey kidding but not really.
No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.
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alcanceress · 1 year
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blaise zabini/daphne greengrass
evil, I’ve come to tell that’s she’s evil, most definitely
POV: she can't accept that someone like him is worthy of her heart.
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𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑩𝑺𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑫
PAIRING: Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader
SUMMARY: Lorenzo needs to ace his History of Magic test, and you give him plenty of encouragement.
WORD COUNT: 1.7k
WARNINGS: MDNI! Filth. Boob obsession and touching. Dom/sub undertones. Lorenzo is a bit of a perv.
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Lorenzo was a good student. No. He was an excellent student, always with good grades, his assignments up to date, the pet of all the teachers, maybe just not Snape who always seemed to prefer Draco, but that wasn't relevant, he was almost always in the top five of his classes.
Almost because the same couldn't be said for History of Magic, undoubtedly the most boring subject in the whole curriculum, especially with a teacher who still didn't seem to have realized that he had died a long, long time ago, and he couldn't risk another failing mark just because he couldn't remember the complex and intricate details of the answers.
And that's where you came in. A helpful friend, determined to get Lorenzo through this class and with a patience of gold to put up with every single one of his distractions which, seemingly unbeknownst to you, were caused by your too-tight-to-be-comfortable white button-up blouse.
That is, it wasn't exactly the blouse that made it even harder for him to concentrate on a dull subject, but what was hidden behind it and the lace-detailed bra outlined against the cotton material: a pair of boobs that he had dreamed of fucking ever since a swim among friends in the Black Lake revealed them to his prying eyes, even if they were hidden behind the skimpiest bikini known to the wizarding world.
“Focus, Enzo,” you called out exasperatedly, finally forcing the boy to lift his gaze that had been focused on your full bust to your all-knowing eyes, a blush spreading across his cheeks, it was adorable, making even you ignore that he was a bit of a pervert.
“S-sorry,” he muttered embarrassedly, lowering his eyes to the scribbled notes that seemed to make less and less sense in his mind, not that he was really pushing himself to understand anything Professor Binns had explained in his monotone voice in class.
“All right,” you exhaled, straightening your posture in the chair and once again attracting the attention of the boy who was sitting on his bed with books scattered everywhere, trying his best not to stare at your breasts. “If you give me five right answers, I'll let you see my tits.”
Lorenzo choked on his own saliva, his face turning completely red in a mixture of breathlessness and embarrassment, trying to figure out if he had really heard those words that his ears were so eager to pick up, but your serious expression was a great indicator that you were deadly serious, “W-what?”
“You heard me, pretty boy. You need to answer five questions right and then I'll let you fulfill your life-long twisted dream of seeing my boobs,” you replied nonchalantly as if you were just suggesting that you go and get a book from the library. “And if you answer ten questions right, I'll let you touch. What do ya say?”
Lorenzo's eyes fell again to your breasts that looked so deliciously sinful constrained against the shirt that was so small for you, and a part of him wondered if perhaps this had been your plan all along, if you craved his touch as much as he did to yours, but he didn't had much time to dwell on these thoughts when the reality looked much more promising, nodding vehemently and biting his lip to stop a pathetic whine from escaping.
You picked up the flashcards that were lying on your lap, crossing your legs just enough to give the boy a better view of your thighs, you weren't going to let this get too easy for him, focusing your eyes on one of the questions, “Describe the significance and consequences of the Goblin Rebellion that took place in the 18th century."
Bloody hell. You really weren't willing to make it easy for him, and Lorenzo had to tear his gaze away from your bust or no chance of being able to concentrate on a correct answer, and he wasn't going to waste a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, needing a few minutes to think before answering, “The rebellions were a series of revolts by goblins seeking better rights in the wizarding world, and although they didn't achieve their aims, this specific rebellion led to the establishment of the Goblin Liaison Office in the Ministry of Magic.”
His puppy eyes lifted expectantly to you, waiting for confirmation that he'd got it right, and he almost melted when you murmured a small 'good boy', his cock twitching in his pants at the compliment, “All right, next. Explain Alberic Grunnion's role in the development of magic during the 19th century and its dangers for young wizards today.”
Twenty-four minutes. It only took Lorenzo twenty-four minutes to complete an activity that would otherwise have taken him a whole afternoon without your encouragement, but it didn't matter, he had done it, he had answered five questions correctly and he was more than ready to claim, or rather see, his prize.
“Impressive how good you get at History of Magic with the promise of seeing some tits,” you muttered under your breath, but there was a certain amusement in the whole situation, holding back your laughter at the way your friend approached you to get the best seat at the private show.
You used your wand to quickly lock the door, there was no need for Mattheo or Theodore to walk in to enjoy part of the spectacle. Your nimble fingers worked on the buttons of your shirt, the first two of which had been undone since you slipped into the comfort of your friend's dorm, finally exposing the lace that so perfectly held your soft flesh, and Lorenzo had never been so jealous of a piece of clothing, maybe your panties, anyway, your fingers unclasped the garment that fell into your lap as your nipples grew hard from the cold wind coming in through the window, and maybe a bit from the sheer thrill of the moment.
Lorenzo's gaze was totally focused on the beauty of your breasts, contemplating the way they looked so soft, but at the same time so firm, his hands clenching the sheets in an attempt to relieve the tension growing in his pants, a strangled moan being cut off by the way his teeth bit down hard on his lips, “Holy shit, those are the nicest tits I've ever seen. So fucking better than I imagined,” his mouth worked faster than his mind, in fact, he thought the only head working properly at the moment was the one getting hard in his underwear, but he at least had the decency to look ashamed of his words.
“So you mean you think about my boobs often? You're not going to tell me that you also pump your cock thinking about how they would feel so good, so tight around it while you fuck them, are you?” You spoke enticingly, there was a certain amusement in your voice, finding the whole situation rather humorous in how Lorenzo looked so pathetic with a hard-to-miss bulge in his pants, his head thrown back with closed eyes, a pathetic whimper spilling from his pink lips. “Don't get too excited, pretty boy, you still need to answer five more questions correctly if you want to feel how good they truly are.”
Lorenzo's attention returned, at least a little, with the promise. His pupils were dilated with lust, his cheeks rosy in an adorable tone, he looked so wrecked without even being touched, almost as if he was ready to cum if you just gave the command, but that wasn't the deal, “Do five more for me, can you do it, baby?”
He nodded vigorously as one of your hands picked up another flashcard, the other playing with your hard nipples, taunting the boy so that he knew exactly what he would be missing out if he didn't get the remaining questions right, “Elaborate on the implications of the inquisition during the mid-16th century on the relationship between the magical and muggle communities.”
Pain, distress, torture. These were the precise words to describe the last forty minutes it had taken Lorenzo to answer the questions directed at him, not only had they become more challenging, but it was impossible to focus on anything other than your bare chest for his eyes alone, your fingers playing with your nipples from time to time and when you did, there were subtle gasps and the squeezing of your thighs against each other, a slight indication that you were aroused, but definitely not as fucked up as he was.
But he did it. He answered all the questions correctly, although he reckoned that if they were asked in the exam the next day, his mind would go straight to the sinful image in front of him and not to the breathless answers he gave, “Can I touch them now, please?”
You discarded the papers on the table next to you, turning completely towards the boy and uncrossing your legs, leaving them wide open so that Lorenzo could understand the green light, getting off his bed in less than a second, kneeling on the floor between them, his warm hands slowly making their way to your breasts, savoring every second, afraid to wake up and discover that it had all been a wet dream of his, but then he squeezed them both, his languid fingers sinking into the softness of your flesh.
If he was hard before, now his cock was begging to release its load as he continued to feel you, biting his lips hard to stop himself from letting his thoughts win and take one of your nipples into his mouth, instead he used his fingers to pinch them, rolling them between his digits, drawing out a soft sigh, one that would be forever etched into his mind, “I could cum just touching them.”
It was your turn to choke, laughing at his honesty, “You're a disgusting pervert, Lorenzo Berkshire,” perhaps your words were only in good fun, but it didn't stop it from sending a jolt to his hard cock, begging for relief. One of your hands ran through his soft hair and he leaned into your touch, running your fingers down his neck to his chin, lifting it towards you, looking deep into his glossy eyes. “I promise that if you do really well tomorrow, I'll let you fuck them however you want. And who knows, maybe if you top the class, beat my grades, I'll suck you off too.”
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ladypearl333 · 3 months
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pov: he accidentally txts u how he feels
slytherin boys!reader
(includes blaise, draco, enzo, mattheo, and theo)
* i am trying something new, i hope u like it!!!
warnings: language, literally just flirting tbh
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blaise zabini:
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draco malfoy:
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lorenzo berkshire:
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mattheo riddle:
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theodore nott:
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thank u for reading!!!!
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