slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · gossip king · situationship · mlm · strategic · tsundere
The morning light filtered through the high windows of the Slytherin common room, casting a pale glow over the stone floor. Blaise Zabini stirred, the warmth of the night still clinging to his skin like a memory. He stretched, the scent of you lingering on his pillow, and a faint, reluctant smile tugged at his lips before he suppressed it. Rising, he dressed with deliberate care, his reflection in the mirror betraying nothing of the hollow ache behind his eyes. The Great Hall buzzed with the usual chatter as he took his seat, reaching for toast. But something was off—whispers, glances, a ripple of amusement through the Slytherin table. Pansy leaned in, her voice a sharp whisper: "Blaise, your tie." He looked down. A strip of crimson and gold hung around his neck, a glaring betrayal of h…