slytherin boys react

blaise zabini: realizing they might like you

after a quidditch match, he walks back, relieved that the match has ended. he's with his friends, talking and smiling about the match, when he hears someone call out for him. turning around, he sees you walking towards him.

"hey!" you say.

"what?" he responds bluntly, looking back and forth between you and his friends. he stops walking, waiting for you to speak.

"mind if i borrow him for a second?" you ask his friends, not waiting for a response before grabbing his hand and dragging him away.

surprised, he looks back at his friends, one of whom smirks. "what do you want?" he asks after a few moments.

"smile," you say, suddenly taking a polaroid of him. the flash startles him.

"what was that for?" he asks, confused.

"for fun," you joke, waiting for the photo to develop.

"you sure are annoying," he mutters, annoyed. he looks over your shoulder at the photo.

"i'm kidding, it's for our yearbook," you say.

"oh... i see," he says, feeling slightly relieved.

"you could have just said that instead of randomly grabbing me," he complains.

"yeah, but that's no fun. plus, this photo of you being caught off guard is better than any posed picture," you say with a grin.

he stays silent, processing your words. you're right, the candid photo does look more natural.

"you really hate smiling in front of me, don't you?" you tease.

embarrassed, he feels his cheeks heat up.

"you should smile more, it looks better on you. oh, i have one print left. let's take a photo together." you say.

"together?" he asks, confused.

"come on, don't you want a photo with the person you hate the most?" you joke.

he scoffs but agrees. "fine, let's take the photo." he says.

"you better smile," you say, holding up the camera. without thinking, he smiles slightly. you take the photo and hand it to him. "there, you can keep it," you say.

he looks at the print, surprised at how nice it looks. "it's a nice photo, huh?" you chuckle.

he then looked back at the photo again in his hands. it was nice, as it captured the both of you perfectly, and to anyone else, they would look like they're friends, or maybe something more than just friends.

he stays silent, holding onto the polaroid. "anyway, you can go back to your friends now," you say.

before he leaves, he asks, "why do you want me to keep the picture?"

"if you don't want to keep it, you can just say that," you reply, reaching for the photo.

he quickly pulls it back. "no, i want to keep it," he says, feeling embarrassed.

as he looks at the photo again, he feels something strange. it's not hate. it feels nice, comforting, and his heart beats faster when he sees the photo of the two of you together.