Harry Potter Oneshots (LGBT ships)

My best-friends, enemies, best-friend (Balrion)

Before I start, I don't know much about Blaises character. So I might get him wrong. However, the fanart is cute. If you want to, please correct me if there is something you find way too out for character and if annoys you.
As a fanfic reader myself, I often get annoyed when a character is written so out of character that it's like the writer made the character themselves. If you know what I mean.
So if you find something that is way to our or character for Blaise, please tell me and also tell me what he would actually do in that situation. Same with Pansy Parkinson when I write her in, okay?
I'll try my best, I promise.
Anyways, enjoy the one-shot, happy reading!
~VelvetDevil💚🖤
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Ron's POV-

As I walked into the great hall with Harry and Hermione by my side I could already hear the chatter of the other students. Harry and Hermione seemed to be discussing something about a class they share together, but I was too busy trying to spot a certain Slytherin. I found myself doing this a lot lately and I can't seem to figure out why. I don't think I like him. It seems very unlikely I do. Perhaps I felt an attraction to him.
But what kind?
"Ron!" Hermione snapped me out of my daze and I was brought back to reality.
"What?" I questioned. "What is it"
"What are you thinking about? It's worrisome, you usually never use your head," Hermione looked to be trying to read my face for any indication of what might be bothering me.
"Yeah, that's true. You using your head is like Harry not having a near-death experience," I heard Ginny say and I gave her a half-hearted glare but I couldn't help the small grin spread across my face.
Ginny is still getting over the fact Harry dumped her over the summer, so she hasn't been speaking to Harry. So she hasn't been speaking to Hermione or I either. So seeing her poke fun and tease was a good sign.
I still know that she was insulting me though.
"I've been doing pretty good if I do say so myself, at least this year," Harry defended himself quickly, but Ginny gave him a look.
"You ended up in Madame Pomfrey's not that long ago because you nearly knocked yourself out from a Quidditch practice. That's a near-death experience," Hermione pointed out and Harry flushed red.
The eight years have their own Quidditch Games set up. Kind of like a school spirit-building exercise, since we aren't allowed to play any Quidditch Cup games. We usually have to have some Seventh Years join us because we don't have enough members. It's all in good fun though.
At least that's what I say, Harry and Malfoy are still as competitive as ever in my opinion. It's actually kind of relieving. Since the only normal part of our Hogwarts Years were...most of the Quidditch Games and the competitive nature it brought.
Even if the nature was fuelled by the war.

As the night went on and it was around the middle of dinner, everyone was still talking and poking fun. The conversation was light and I found myself laughing, everything was almost like it was back in the first years at Hogwarts. I felt everything was normal. Like nothing was a problem. I had no problems. There was no Voldemort. Fred wasn't half-deaf and needing to use a charm to help his hearing. George wasn't constantly smothering Fred. Ginny wasn't hating Harry. Malfoy wasn't a bother (he's actually been good so far this year so I can't complain. Pity. I liked complaining about Malfoy.) And I wasn't having a sexual identity crisis—and then he walked in.
Blaise Zabini.
Tall, muscular, charming, witty, sarcastic, flamboyant, ignorant, sarcastic, Blaise Zabini.
I felt my eyes dart towards him like I could sense his presence. Ever since he came back, he was as more confident and wittier than usual. Before I acknowledge he was a person, but I didn't find myself drawn to him like I am now. This started the moment he walked onto the train. The moment we ran into each other.

It was crowded and I couldn't find Harry or Hermione. I was walking through the cart, but everyone was trying to get somewhere. To say 'Hi' to everyone they knew. Most of them were the Eighth year's who just HAD to see each other. I get it. But Harry and Hermione were my first priority at the moment. Harry spent most of his summer locked away after he broke it off with Ginny. She didn't take it well and lashed out. He thought we hated him and locked himself away.
Of course, we told him otherwise and he was back and around within the last four weeks but he refused to come back to our place. He said he just didn't want to start anything. Mum and Dad understood, my brothers, did as well. But Ginny, of course, took it personally. But he was her first serious boyfriend so I understand her in some ways. Fred and George decided to go stay with Harry, and I came along as well.
We all talked and hanged out a lot. Harry however looked guilty. And we finally sat him down to talk about it, what he said though was...worrisome.
"I just can't help but blame myself for their deaths..." he started with a sorrowful look.
"What do you mean" Asked Fred, "I don't understand you sometimes. You sound crazy."
"I know almost everyone who died for me. I've read the tombstones. I've been to almost every funeral that has been mentioned. Trying to explain how sorry I am to their families. Some hug me. A few slapped me. Some ignore me. That's where I've been. Every funeral that invites me or is mentioned, if I hear they died at the Battle of Hogwarts, I go. Because it's my fault. They fought for me. I can't help but feel guilty for it."
It took a long while before anyone spoke up. But Harry continued on.
"Ever since I was eleven, I had a fear that someone I know personally, someone I would care for would die for me. Then it happened. Cedric. Sirius. Dumbledore. Dobby. Tonks. Remus. Fuck...even Fred you almost did die! Why is it so hard for me....even Snape!" Harry shouted and I saw tears of frustration build in his eyes.
George stepped in, "You know Mum and Dad would never have blamed you if Fred had died, don't you?"
"Who would you have blamed?" Harry asked suddenly.
"The bitch who killed him," George answered quickly.
"Who would you have blamed for putting him in that situation?" Harry asked, "Right at first. Who?"
George went to answered mindlessly but stopped himself.
"Exactly."
After that we all had a nice long talk, it was relieving and we were finally able to get some stuff out of our system.
I suddenly was pushed too far back and I almost stumbled completely over and fell. But me and the other person only made it into one of the departments. I turned around and was surprised to see, Blaise. We locked eyes and I could decide on if I should glare at him and tell him to fuck off or give him an awkward smile and ask how he was doing. I know he and Malfoy were close and I've even seen him on the Quidditch field before. He's also a Slytherin.
"Weasly," he greeted formally.
"Uh, hey Zabini..." I mumbled.
"How have you been?" He leaned against the back of the department and gave me an amused smirk.
I didn't know if I should answer truthfully or not. "Fine, I suppose. Given the circumstances" I chose half-truthful. I technically have been fine. "You?" Why am I making conversation?
"Same as you. Given the circumstances of the summer," He gestured towards the doorway behind me. "Got somewhere you need to be? You were moving in a rush."
"You were watching me?" I asked in a confused tone.
He laughed and shook his head, "You're making me sound like a creep. I just noticed you, you are a Weasley. I don't see many gingers around."
"Oh, makes sense I suppose..." I mumbled and rubbed the back of my neck embarrassed.
"So?" Blaise continued.
"So what?" I asked
"Do you got somewhere you need to be?" He smirked as I made a face of realization at the fact he did ask me that question before.
"Oh! Yeah! I'm meeting up with Harry and Hermione," I remembered. They're probably still waiting for me. "I should get going. They were saving me a seat."
"Am I not entertaining enough?" Blaise asked with a fake pout.
I rolled my eyes and turned around, "Save it for someone who cares, Zabini. Malfoy should be waiting for you as well right?"
"Ouch! And you were so civil before."
"I was nervous. There is a difference, but then I remembered who I was talking to."
That was the truth. I was nervous, and I tend to be civil when I get nervous nowadays. Something I've noticed. Then I felt the presence of someone behind me.
Blaise had walked up and place both of his arms over my shoulders and had placed them on each side of the doorway, using it for balance as he leaned over slightly, and since he's taller than me he kind of towered over me. I didn't dare to turn around and I felt my face slowly betray me, turning a darker shade of red as I froze in place. I felt his hot breath on my neck as I felt my body react in ways I have never felt before. Then I heard his voice, it was low and breathy.
"Do I make you nervous, Weasley?" He had asked.
I didn't speak.
"Am I making you nervous now?" He continued and I then felt his lips on my ear.
He was so close.
"I think I am, aren't I? Or perhaps..." His voice drifted and I felt one hand-I don't know which one-suddenly trail down my side before retreating away so now only one hand was against the doorway. I could've escaped. But I didn't. I was drawn in, curious and a bit excited. He could tell. He was testing to see if I would run. "I'm making you feel something else."
Against my better judgment. Against my better knowledge. I whimpered slightly. And that–that was what caused me to stiffen. And I heard him chuckle lowly. And I turned my head slightly to glance at his face.
He was smirking, and his eyes held something I hadn't notice before. But I knew that the moment we had fallen into this department, this is what they looked like.
"Oh?" He questioned smoothly, "I don't believe my ears. Can you make that noise again?"
"I—we—no—bloody hell–friends, need to go!" I stuttered out and then I ran out. Blushing. Confused. And wanting him to do it again.