His Rose. // Blaise Zabini

learning.

A/N: I do not know Italian. I get it all from google translate so if I'm butchering it, I'm sorry.

Also, this is a cute little fluff chapter. Honestly, I'm in love with it. Okay, anyways, party next chapter :)))

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Rose Malfoy

The door creaked and my mind awoke.

Before the sudden noise, my mind was shut off and everything was black. Sleep had taken over and I was in peace.

My breathing picked up as the floorboards cracked with sound, and with everything that happened at the beginning of the year, I freaked out.

Quickly, I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed the pepper spray, aiming it at the person in my room. I would've grabbed my wand, but I left it in my bag.

I could see the outline of someone but it was too dark to tell who. They had their arms up in surrender as I spoke.

"I swear to fuck if you move, I'll spray you" I leaned over again, turning on my lamp that sat next to my bed.

I breathed out and dropped the pepper spray as the light illuminated the room and shined onto Blaise.

He stood with a smirk on his face, trying to hold in his laughter.

"You dick head!" I grabbed my pillow and threw it at him "I could've burned your eyes out!"

"And that would've been okay because you're trying to stay safe." He crawled onto the bed, setting the pepper spray back onto my nightstand.

I lifted the blanket and opened my arms and Blaise laid down on my chest, wrapping his arms around my waist, his body in between my legs. Once he got comfortable, I covered us both back up.

I drew circles onto his back, which was covered by a black t-shirt, as his eyes were closed and he listened to my heartbeat.

The comfort of him being here with me, well, it made me giddy. It made me feel safe and like I was at home.

Home can be many things. Not just a place, not just a person, not just a thing... it can be anything that you put your imagination to.

I never really thought about it, but the more time that Blaise and I spend these nights together in each other's arms, I start to think of him as my home away from home.

Most nights we stay in his room, that's why I was so freaked out when he walked into mine unannounced. But it's still nice.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, mumbling into my chest.

"You" I brought my hand up to his cheek and traced his high cheekbones that lifted as his lips upturned.

"Really?" he asked in an amused tone.

"Yes," I chuckled, tracing my finger along his jawline now.

He lifted his head, eyes locking onto mine. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were parted. He was thinking long and hard and I just waited for him to speak.

"I want to teach you Italian," He said "Would you like to learn it?"

I kissed his nose and nodded "Of course. When do you want to start?"

"Adesso" (now) He sat up, pulling the blanket off of us and then grabbing my hands.

"What?" I chuckled, sitting up and climbing onto his now crossed legs in a straddle position.

"Adesso means now" He smirked.

"So we're starting easy? Just words?" my hands wrapped around his neck and rested there as his hands rested on my thighs, rubbing up and down.

"Sentences. Small ones though" He kissed my cheek.

"Okay"

"Sei Bellissima, Amore Mio" (you're beautiful, my love) He spoke, the words sliding off his tongue with no effort put into it.

"No clue" I frowned.

"You're beautiful, my love" His hand came up to my hip and he squeezed it.

"I'm not going to learn if you just keep complimenting me." I bit my lip trying to contain my smile.

"Right" he sighed "Cosa indossi alla festa?" (what are you wearing to the party?)

I raised my eyebrow confused.

"Say it"

"Cosa indossi Alla Festa?" I repeated, trying to say it just like he did.

He closed his eyes and took a breath. "Literally you make it sound so fucking hot"

"Blaise" He opened his eyes "I know that the littlest things turn you on, but please, focus"

It's funny, I'm the one learning and who should be focusing but it's the other way around.

Even though it's 1 am, I'd rather be doing this than sleeping.

I'm falling for him... so why would I sleep when I have the person, who is making me fall hard and fast, right here in front of me?

"Say it again so that you have it in your mind," He said.

And I repeated it. I did it a few times, implanting it into my memory.

"What are you wearing to the party?" He asked.

"You'll find out tomorrow. Now, what does it mean?"

"What are you wearing to the party," He said again.

"Blaise, what does it mean?" I started to grow frustrated due to the lack of sleep.

"It means, what are you wearing to the party, Cosa indossi Alla Festa?" He smiled, kissing my nose and laying me back, hovering over me.

"Okay. I've got to go. We can continue our lessons on Monday" He pecked my lips, climbing off of me.

"Nooo" I groaned, missing his touch already.

"I have to get back"

"That's not fair"

"Yes it is"

"No, it's not" I argued back again.

"How about this" he came closer again, sitting at the side of my bed "I come here in the morning and wake you up, then you can stay over in my dorm, or we can stay here, after the party"

I smiled. "Okay"

He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and connected our lips.

They moved gently together, like the skin was fragile and if it broke then it wouldn't mend. Like a broken bond of love or friendship. Gentle enough so that if we were to pull apart, I wouldn't be gone for good.

He soon pulled away and his brown irises, the black surrounding the brown, stared into my blue eyes.

"Goodnight, Mio Amore"(My love), and with one last look, he left.

I think I'm falling in love with my brother's best friend.