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Blaise Zabini (fluff)

PSA: IF I DONT WRITE YOUR STORY ITS NOT BECAUSE IM BEING IGNORANT OR ANNOYING. I PROBABLY DONT KNOW WHO THAT PERSON IS AND I DONT HAVE TO TIME TO LOOK THEM UP BECAUSE I AM IN SCHOOL AND I DO PLAY A SPORT EVERYDAY

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"You know what to do and say," your mother said, reassuring herself once again. You knotted your hands together in front of you and nodded obediently. You didn't want to be shoved into a marriage, even if it was with Blaise Zabini. You'd been friends since your first year at Hogwarts. The tall, dark Italian boy had kept his distance at first, seeing as you were a Ravenclaw, but he was a pureblood. Your parents weren't the people to judge a muggleborn to a pureblood, but they always wanted you to marry into a pureblood family.

"Alright, let's go." Your father took your arm and you apperated in front of a large, grey house. A house elf was standing and waiting to lead you in. She smiled at you before walking away and you quickly looked away. 

Blaise was standing in the foyer with his mother. His suit made him look stronger and more handsome. 

"(Y/N)," he greeted, tipping his head. This was all custom. On any given day at school he'd just wave or maybe crash into you for fun. 

You curtsied and greeted his mother politely. Your parents shooed you away, telling Blaise to show you the library, so they could talk about marriage plans. Instead Blaise led you into the kitchen. When you got inside you were greeted by house elves. There were only three of them, but you knew them all well. Claire, who had greeted you at the front gate, set down two cups of tea for you and Blaise. Madd and Fawn were cooking and Blaise asked what was for dinner.

"Your favorite, young master," Fawn said, shooing him away from the pots. He laughed and sat next to you.

"Have they got any idea?" you asked, sipping at your tea. 

"Not a clue," Blaise said smugly. You laughed and leaned towards him. He met your lips half way and Madd made a noise.

"And if they walk in now, young mistress?" Claire asked. You nodded.

"Quite right. I wanted to finish that book I started last time I was here. Come on, Blaise," you said. He laughed and allowed you to drag him behind you to the huge library next to his bedroom. You picked it off the shelf and wandered into Blaise's room. There was a grey and black satin couch by the window and you flopped across it, burying your nose in the book. Blaise sat next to you, picking up your head and putting it back down in his lap. He played with your hair while you read. After a little while you put your book down and reached up to touch his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing important," he replied, still studying the wall. You turned your head to see what he was looking at, but it was an empty wall. 

"Blaise," you warned. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your forehead.

"I wish I could have shared this with my father. That's all," he said finally. You sat up and turned his head so his eyes met yours.

"I'm sure he'd love to have come," you said. Blaise tried to smile and you hugged him tight. He always acted high and mighty, but he was hurting.

"Remember when we met?" you asked, dropping your head onto his shoulder. He nodded and smiled.

"Luna!" you yelled. She'd been an old friend of yours before you got your letter to Hogwarts. She hugged you and smiled.

"(Y/N), I haven't seen you in so long." The whistle blew and your parents ushered you onto the train, telling them how much they loved you and to write every day. The two of you found seats in an empty compartment, but a few minutes later a boy came in. You recognized him vaguely, but couldn't place it until you saw the name on his trunk.