In Hogwarts Hallways
Blaise Zabini x Slytherin!Reader
word count: 989
a/n: greetings, friends! slytherflynn here, I finally got around to making that moodboard for the completed fic, I hope you like this story! I wrote it a few months ago, and it’s not very long, but it’s a little fluffy read to get me started on more writing :) enjoy, and please give me feedback! what you liked, what you didn’t like, note any typos, things I could improve on etc <3 thanks in advance for your comments!
“What is a person of your sort doing in the halls this late at night, may I ask?” A voice breaks the silence behind me.
I whip around. “Who are you?” I counter defensively.
The tall, dark-skinned boy smirks. “Blaise Zabini, pure blood. Your turn.”
“I was going to the Room of Requirement,” I state. “You’re no prefect, so you shouldn’t really care anyways. I best be going before I get caught by someone else, however, so excuse me.”
“Seeing that I have no intention of being caught either, would it be terrible if I tagged along? Considering I know where the prefects happen to be, as I was strolling about myself before I happened upon you.”
I roll my eyes. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. Come on, rich boy.”
“So I’m rich?”
“Don’t please yourself by thinking I stalk you or your family in the papers, Zabini. You‘re a pureblood, it’s a reasonable deduction to think you’re rich.”
“What are you, a Ravenclaw?”
“No, a Slytherin, like yourself, only far more observant than you appear to be at the moment. This way,” I grab his arm and tug him along, “A prefect will be coming down that hallway in a few seconds - their light charm is really bright for no reason.”
“So what might the room of requirement have in store for you tonight? Just wondering.” Zabini muses as he follows closely behind me.
“A crowbar, a shovel, zip ties, bleach, a mouth gag, and a body bag.” After a couple seconds of silence: “Kidding.”
“Honestly, the killing curse and a simple reducing spell would do the trick, as long as you made sure to sweep their remains into a dustbin.”
“Yes, but the muggle way is easier to do in the wizarding world since for some reason we only look for spells to solve crimes - and vice versa.”
“Good point, I’ll be sure to relay that to my mother when I write her next.”
“She likely already knows, but be sure to say a girl told you that, I do become a bit of a... killjoy, when men take credit for women’s smarts.”
“That... had a double meaning, and one of those meanings is not how the word is used...”
“Glad you caught that.” Our chatter stops as we get to the main area that the room was likely to be found in.
We follow standard procedure for getting the room to appear, and pretty soon we enter a room made entirely of brick - save for a mirror. Zabini gives me a peculiar glance, but I ignore him as I walk up to it and stare.
He comes up behind me and places his hand on my shoulder. “I know what this is. What is it that you seek?”
I look at him, to see if any false motives are reflected in his eyes, but there are none. I look back at the mirror and say, “My family.”
“And? Do you see them?”
“No. I see- I see nothing.” My voice cracks on that last word. “It’s- it’s frustrating. No matter how much research I do, I can’t find them. No records. Not even a birth certificate. It’s like I just... existed all of a sudden.”
“Stranger things have happened in the wizarding world, you know,” he says, “I’ve had about seven stepfathers and counting. That’s pretty odd if you ask me.”
“Well, it can’t exactly be even.” My joke elicits a slight chuckle from Zabini.
“I’m sure you’ll find your family eventually. Care to take a stroll back to our common room, using the secret tunnels instead of the halls? It’s awfully late.”
“I don’t know where those tunnels are, but sure.”
On our way to Slytherin’s common room, we have ourselves a fine time whispering in hushed voices. I find that Zabini has a lot to teach me, and I him. He’s funny, kind, intelligent, and quite the charmer based on the stories of his many admirers all over the world - they like him, but he’s not a fan of the attention.
We finally reach the end of the last secret tunnel, and I hesitate. Zabini stops when he realizes I am no longer following him, and comes back to me.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just- I don’t know.” I sigh. “Tonight was fun, and I’m not used to having fun - or at least, I haven’t been used to it for a long time. I don’t want to go back to the common room, because I know tomorrow is going to be a repeat of today, save for this little escapade. That’s gonna be crushing.”
“This can happen again tomorrow. Meet me right here after curfew, okay?” Zabini says.
“Really, Zabini, you don’t have to-“
“-call me Blaise, and of course I have to. I’ve gotten to know you very well tonight, and I want to know more.” He winks. “Like your name, for example.”
I gasp. “Oh! Right, sorry. My name is y/n. Y/n y/l/n.”
“Nice to make your acquaintance, y/n y/l/n. It was a pleasure being in your company tonight.” He gently takes ahold of my hand, bends down and lightly plants a kiss on my knuckles. Then he adds: “And I’m not just saying that to be proper. I mean it.”
I’m pretty sure he can see the blush on my face as he smirks and backs out of the tunnel. “Goodnight, y/n.” And suddenly I’m alone again, wanting to call him back, but also wanting to catch my breath, as I realize I‘ve been holding it since the moment he took my hand.
I smile to myself and roll my eyes, semi-hating the fact that I can’t contain it as I usually do.
That stupid, sweet, ridiculously attractive Zabini may have just wedged himself into a tiny space in my heart. NOT that big, of course not. But maybe, just a little teensy bit.