blaise zabini x reader
summary: blaise falls asleep next to you whilst you listen to the biggest love song of the year. cuddling and singing in bed during the cold winter.
tags: imagine, fluff, 80's au, fem!reader
word count: 333
Every Breath You Take
Muffled, The Police’s new hit quietly played on Blaise’s old, almost busted radio. He slept peacefully next to me. His steady breath was matched with soft whispers of something inaudible. I like to imagine sweet nothings, like what he’d say to me when he was awake. But he always did sort of mumble in his sleep. I found it very endearing, honestly. Maybe it had to do with what he was dreaming of. Was it about me? I suppose I could ask him when he was up. But that takes the rush of happiness you get out of it.
‘How my poor heart aches…’
The slow song continued. It all felt quite romantic. The smell of pine and cedar from the harsh winters we faced at Hogwarts. The low light of a small candle in the corner of his bedside table. And, of course, the quiet tunes of his radio. I believe Blaise once admitted that it used to be his father’s. He must’ve found it in the attic of that mansion. Or manor. I (unfortunately) am not familiar with the terms wealthy people choose to speak about their comically large houses with.
‘With every step you take…’
Then, I placed a soft, warm kiss on his cheek. As I placed my head on his chest, his arm wrapped around me. Either he was just faking being really asleep, or he did it subconsciously. Whichever one, it was really sweet. Our breaths matched. In unison, we exhaled, and I smelt the peppermint of his toothpaste he just used, and chamomile and honey from my tea I also just finished.
Slowly, I whispered along to the lyrics, thinking of Blaise, and him only. Maybe I imagined it, but I felt his cool gaze on me. Or perhaps it was just the sweet warmth I felt when he was near me.
‘Every move…’
‘And every vow…’
‘Every smile…’
‘Every claim…’
And I swear I heard him sing it along with me. ‘I’ll be watching you…’
