Chapter 8:
the number of people in the hall had increased substantially, with many more people moving in between houses to chat with family and friends. Ron grabbed my hand and ran to the Gryffindor table. I was out of breath as he actually is fairly good at running (probably from Fred and George). He looked at me and beckoned for me to join him and his conversation with a familiar-looking boy.
He had glasses and Black hair, and green eyes.
"Who are you?" I questioned, puzzled by his familiarity.
"Harry Potter." He said, wincing and clutching his head.
"Ok." I knew who he was, but couldn't care less about his fame. "Are you alright?"
"Yep, just a headache"
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I had finished stuffing my icecream and maple syrup smeared face full of waffles and pancakes when Harry jumped up from the table.
"We are going to be late!" He yelled and sprinted out the hall. I ran back to the Slytherin table and gathered my stuff before turning back to run after Harry. I felt a firm hand on my shoulder pulling me to a stop.
"You know, there is a much faster way." Blaise's voice was smooth and had a hint of mischief in it.
He got up and lead me to the left side of the castle, the opposite direction Ron and Harry went.
Soon Blaise and I arrived at the transfiguration classroom, and headed inside for our first lesson
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Sorry this is shrt and a bit late, I couldn't think of what to write.
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Blaze (Blaise Zabini x Reader)
FanficRelated to the Weasley's, Y/N expects to be sorted into Gryffindor, but her fire stands in the way. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS AMAZING SERIES. I SHALL TRY TO NOT ALTER THE TIMELINE OF THE SERIES.
