Harry Potter boys x Male R Oneshots

𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔷𝔢 x blind m!reader🌱

Unwanted Attention [pt.1]
(expect lots of pov changes and quarreling ✨softbois✨('∀'●)♡)

key!;  . . .  - is used for timeskips & the quoted 'italics' are thoughts<3

~third person pov~

the great hall on this sunny thursday was loud and bustling, house tables mixed slightly with first year early-birds running around and bothering their prefects.

blaize zabini was doing his usual, face in a potions textbook trying to cram today's review in one last time. ignoring draco and his goons talk about yet another new target pansy had. said black-haired girl snorting out a short lived laugh.

blaize shifted his eyes from the book that he was reading to the annoying female just a few seats away as she leaned across the table to get closer to draco whom purposely was on the other side of the table.

the blond visibly shifts back and pasny sneers again. "i'm telling you draco, that L/n kid is even more daft than potter." she spits the name potter out like it burns her tongue, distaste evident on her face.

the dark-skinned boy didn't pay much mind to the conversation and packed up his textbook quietly mumbling a 'see ya later mate' as he passed draco and exited the hall. he had a little while before potions started so he took his dear sweet time aimlessly walking the halls.

in the stairwell down to the dungeons blaize paused at the top when spotting a crouched figure at the bottom scrambling to pick up papers, books and quills littered on the stairs. he glanced at his watch and sighed, the small action making the person jump to stand and turn in his direction swiftly.

"are you not finished torturing me, daphne?" the boy called out in an expectant and fed up tone as he brushed off his slytherin robes of pebbles and dirt. this making blaize take a second look at the shorter. he first noticed the (h/c) hair in a messy mop on his head, (s/c) skin littered with freckles and striking (e/c) glossed-over eyes. he looked as though he had just stopped crying.

'this must be m/n l/n, so daphne is in on this too?..' he thought to himself, staring slightly.

"i'm definitely not greengrass." blaize stated snapping himself out of his thoughts, curiously walking towards the boy and leaning over to pick up a few books. m/n stood simply listening to the other shuffling around, the voice somewhat familiar to him.

when the taller stood to hand him his books m/n questioningly stared ahead and took the books, stuffing 'em back into his small dark green satchel. "so whom may i have the pleasure of speaking to then?"

"zabini will do fine," blaize says with a small smile creeping onto his face. he couldn't tell if this boy would be just another loser daphne has decided was 'in her way' yet, or possibly a fellow young wizard in need.

m/n doesn't smile back, instead starting to walk down the rest of the cold stone steps quite hastily. "jeez you could've told me you were that buffoons friend!" he shouted over his shoulder embarrassedly, not even giving the other teen a chance to explain himself.

blaize sighs and stands there dazed for a moment, then saunters to his potions class.

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~(m/n)'s pov~