Harry Potter Oneshots + More

True Blue- B.Z

You hadn't been quite the same after the battle of Hogwarts, being friends with Harry and knowing everyone who died, and though Blaise stuck around he couldn't help but notice how much his bright and positive girlfriend had become numb and blank—until one day, on a random summer day, you decided to escape the shell of yourself.

Or

The three times you knew Blaise knew he at least cared about you and the one time he realized it was more.

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"You said you wanted to feel alive
So we went to the beach
You were born in July, '95
In a deadly heat
You say you're a winter bitch
But summer's in your blood
You can't help but become the sun

When you moved to Chicago
You were spinning out
When you don't know who you are
You fuck around and find out
When you called me from the train
Water freezing in your eyes
You were happy and I wasn't surprised

And it feels good to be known so well
I can't hide from you like I hide from myself

Now you're moving in
Breaking a sweat on your upper lip
And getting pissed about humidity
And the leaky faucet
You already hurt my feelings three times
In the way only you could

But it feels good to be known so well
I can't hide from you like I hide from myself
I remember who I am when I'm with you
Your love is tough, your love is tried and true blue,

You've never done me wrong
Except for that one time
That we don't talk about
Because it doesn't matter anymore
Who won the fight?
I don't know
We're not keeping score

And it feels good to be known so well
I can't hide from you like I hide from myself
I remember who I am when I'm with you
Your love is tough, your love is tried and
true blue."

   -True Blue, Boygenius.

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(Blaise pov)
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1.

"Zabini!" Y/n called as she entered the bedroom.

"Yeah?" I replied, siting up from my spot on my bed. She had a rare grin on his face and it made me smile as well. Y/n stopped smiling as much after the Battle, and for all my stoicism it made me happy to see her happy.

"We should go to the beach," she flopped onto the bed and wrestled with herself and the sheets until she settled with her head on my lap.

I raised one eyebrow. Never knew she liked the beach."And why is that?"

"I want to feel alive. Something about the increased probability of stepping on broken glass or drowning just does that for me, you know?"

"Whatever you say, babe."

When we arrived at the beach, y/n took off running into the water before I could even set down our things. I rolled my eyes but smiled, finding a place to lay out blankets and sitting to just watch her run. I hated the beach—too much sand, too many people, too hot in the summer and too cold in the water, but the look of y/n's face was so worth the stress.

"Blaise!" Y/n called again as she ran back to our blanket and dropped onto the sand with her legs crossed. Her entire lower body was drenched and sand stuck to every portion of her bare legs. "God, I hate sand."

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to go to the beach, my love." I put my hands up and shrugged.

"I know I was born in the July, in the depths of summer, but I hate it," she laid her head in my lap and closed her eyes, and I couldn't help but smile. She was undeniably and unbelievably beautiful. "I'm such a winter bitch," she continued, "But I guess I've got summer in my blood."