I just found out that the "official" ship name for Blaise x Harry is "Blarry" 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮
I'm gonna keep calling it Blaisarry bc wtf is that shit!!!
Anyway, I'm kinda on a roll with these chappies ay? Got 2 views and a dream fr
We are also back to edited/rewritten versions of the og chappies this time! This is the last chappie with reused content and then it's completely new stuff!!! Kinda excited ngl
Like I said this is 2 week timeskip now so have fun byeeeeee
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It's Potter Night again.
Blaise had gone to meet with Potter in their usual room a few days ago but he wasn't there. The dark-skinned Slytherin could only assume that Harry was off participating in unhealthy activities to release stress, or something similar.
He's decided to go tonight just in case the idiot decides to show up this time.
His friends know he's off to see the boy when he sneaks out, but they've gotten bored of hearing the same story over and over again so the only acknowledgment he gets on his way out is a knowing look.
Heaven knows he's going to get lectured by Pansy and Draco about hanging out with "the wrong sort" regardless. Blaise thinks he'd like to see their reaction to knowing he's somewhat of a "wrong sort" himself.
Anyway, he exits the common room and makes his way towards the place he and Harry share, where he sees the boy himself heading back to the room after what can be assumed to be a trip to the toilet. Blaise reaches the Monster-filled room just after Harry enters it and shuts the door.
Deciding that he wants to scare the shit out of his new friend, Blaise slams the door open as violently as possible. He's rewarded with a shriek and a wand pointed directly at his face.
"Evening, Harry." He greets calmly, acting as if he didn't just give his friend a heart attack. Seeing the boy on the verge of bursting a blood vessel, he continues speaking before Harry can even open his mouth. "I assume you've already got something planned for tonight?"
His diversion works perfectly, and Bellatrix Lestrange 2: Electric Boogaloo is thoroughly distracted from throwing hands. Harry's face lights up with excitement, the anger instantly melting away.
"Haha, of course I do!" He laughs, "What do you take me for, a disorganized person?"
Blaise's lip twitches, attempting to form a smirk. "When did I say anything about you being disorganized, idiot?"
He lets the smirk take over his face, giving himself a cocky expression.
Harry glares at him, but can't hold the mock expression for long before he starts to laugh. "Whatever you say, tall-arse."
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Only after he finishes setting up his gear does Harry reveal the night's plans.
"I wanna play a couple Bring Me songs this time! I'm sure they'll sound better as a live performance than listening to them through an mp3 player!" He says, suspiciously not mentioning which songs.
Blaise just shakes his head in amusement as the song starts playing.
It begins with a riff that is immediately recognized as Off the Heezay, which is secretly one of Blaise's favorites by the band.
"I've been taken from your arms so many times. I've felt this before. The sheets are tangled and they don't feel right on my carcass, like you do"
As the song continues, Blaise is once again faced with the fact that Harry is an amazing guitarist (because he's heard Harry's playing many times and every time, he can't help but admire his skill).
"Last night, we dressed to our best, and drank 'til there was nothing left. I walked you home, you held my hand. We fucked away the rest of the night"
The guitar solo starts and Harry's hitting every note. He was right in saying it'd be a much better experience than listening to the song on its own. Blaise makes sure to tell Harry when the song finishes.
"Yay! I'm so glad! I hope you like the next one too, since it's my favorite!" Harry says excitedly, before immediately starting the next song, Chelsea Smile.
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Harry packs up his gear after the song finishes, which Blaise thinks is odd, since the boy usually plays for a long while before packing up. He sits up from where he was laying and thinks, fuck it, I'll just ask.
"Why're you packing up already? Don't you want to play a bit longer?"
"Nah, I wanna chat."
Now Blaise is suspicious. They usually do talk when they hang out, but only when Harry's tired out from playing for practically two hours straight, not after just a couple of songs.
"About what exactly?" He asks with narrowed eyes.
"Tell me how you know so much about muggle stuff." Harry answers with an impish grin.
Ah, the dreaded question has finally been asked.
"Nope, fuck off, goodbye." Blaise chooses to lay back down and roll away from the situation.
"Come on, out with it. I really wanna know!"
"Nope! Not telling."
"Blaise, you know I'm not gonna blab to anyone. Just tell me."
"Ugh, fine. Stupid arsehole." Blaise relents. "I've got muggle relatives, okay? But you better not tell anyone. I like having a friend I can be normal around." The admission is difficult to make since he rarely speaks so candidly, but when he turns to see Harry's face light up, the teen realizes that there's nothing to worry about.
"Oh! That's interesting! I thought your whole family was magical. And of course I won't tell anyone, silly." Harry seems to consider something for a moment before continuing to talk. "So, how much do you know about technology, then?"
"Enough to use a phone and pick up on some slang but not much else, since I'm only in the muggle world for a few weeks out of the year. My relatives got me an iPod for my birthday but I can't really use it in the dorms in case my housemates catch me. Plus, I haven't really listened to much muggle music other than what you've shown me so I dunno what to even put on it." He sighs.
"Do you have it with you?" Harry asks hopefully.
"It's in my trunk, why?" Blaise sits up again.
"Lemme borrow it and I'll put music on it for you. Pretty please?" He asks, even going as far as to give Blaise puppy eyes.
Said teen weighs his options and decides that there's no harm done. "Sure, I'll go get it. You wanna come with?" He offers.
Harry readily agrees, and the two make their trek down to the Slytherin dorms. Blaise returns quickly, not wanting to be caught with muggle tech by any of his housemates.
The device is handed to Harry, who bids Blaise goodnight and heads off to, Blaise assumes, fill the iPod up with what his friend would call "sick beats".
From then on, things would only spiral into the chaos that is being friends with Harry Potter.
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(Edit 3/16: phrasing lmao)
Damn we getting out of writer's block with this one!!! 🗣🗣🗣
It took ages to write this bc I got stuck at like 25 different places
Less chaos this time but still a little bit of silliness. I hope u liked it!
Blaise will become more unhinged and technologically savvy as we continue 😈😈😈 so look forward to that
Okies have a nice day byeeeeee
(Edited immediately after I woke up this morning bc I'm stupid lmao)
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