Slytherin Boys x Y/N Short Stories/Reacts

Unexpected Feelings - Blaise Zabini

Y/N and Blaise Zabini had been best friends since their first year at Hogwarts. They always sat together in classes, shared meals, and cracked jokes that made everyone around them laugh. Their friendship was effortless and filled with laughter.

One sunny afternoon, they were sitting by the Black Lake, watching the giant squid wave a tentacle lazily. Blaise nudged Y/N with his elbow. "What do you call a fish with no eyes?"

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "I don't know, Blaise. What?"

"A fsh." Blaise grinned widely.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "That's terrible."

"You love it," he said, his eyes sparkling.

They spent the rest of the afternoon teasing each other and telling silly jokes. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the water, Y/N felt a strange warmth in her chest. She glanced at Blaise, noticing how the light made his features look softer, more handsome.

The feeling was confusing. Blaise had always been her best friend, but lately, she had begun to notice things about him she hadn't before. The way his laugh made her heart skip a beat, how he always seemed to know exactly what to say to make her smile, and the way he looked at her sometimes, with a softness that made her feel special.

Weeks passed, and the feeling only grew stronger. They continued their routine of classes, meals, and jokes, but now Y/N found herself looking forward to every moment they spent together with an intensity that surprised her.

One evening, as they sat in the common room studying for their Potions exam, Blaise leaned over and whispered, "What do you call fake spaghetti?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "I don't know, what?"

"An impasta." He grinned, and Y/N burst out laughing, earning a few glares from their fellow students.

"You're impossible," she said, still giggling.

"And you love it," Blaise shot back, his eyes twinkling.

Y/N felt a flutter in her chest. "Maybe I do."

Their banter continued, but Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. She wondered if Blaise felt it too, or if it was all in her head.

One night, during a particularly intense thunderstorm, Y/N found herself unable to sleep. She wandered down to the common room, surprised to find Blaise already there, staring into the fire.

"Can't sleep either?" he asked, looking up as she approached.

She shook her head. "No, the storm's too loud."

Blaise patted the spot next to him on the couch. "Come sit. We can keep each other company."

Y/N sat down, and for a while, they just watched the flames dance in the fireplace. Eventually, Blaise broke the silence. "Do you ever think about the future, Y/N? Like, what you want to do after Hogwarts?"

Y/N nodded. "Sometimes. I want to travel, see the world. What about you?"

"Same. But I also want to find a place where I belong, you know? Somewhere that feels like home."

Y/N looked at him, feeling a sudden rush of emotion. "Blaise, you'll find it. I know you will."

He smiled, a soft, almost vulnerable expression. "Thanks, Y/N. You always know what to say."

They fell silent again, but this time, it was a comfortable silence, filled with unspoken words and shared feelings.

As the storm raged outside, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew she had feelings for Blaise, but she was afraid to ruin their friendship. Yet, sitting here with him, she couldn't deny that he made her feel something she had never felt before.

The next day, they were back to their usual antics. During breakfast, Blaise nudged her and whispered, "Why don't scientists trust atoms?"

Y/N sighed, already knowing it was going to be another terrible joke. "Why?"

"Because they make up everything."

Y/N laughed, spilling her pumpkin juice. "You're the worst, Blaise."

"And yet, you can't get enough of me," he said with a wink.

Their friendship continued like this, filled with laughter and light-hearted teasing. But under the surface, both of them felt the growing tension, the unspoken feelings that neither dared to voice.

One evening, as they were walking back to the castle from Hogsmeade, Blaise suddenly stopped. "Y/N, can I ask you something?"

She turned to him, sensing the seriousness in his tone. "Of course, Blaise. What's up?"

He hesitated, then shook his head. "Never mind, it's nothing."

Y/N felt a pang of disappointment but didn't press him. "Okay, but you know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

Blaise smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah, I know."

The moment passed, but Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that Blaise was holding something back.

Finally, one night after another party, Y/N and Blaise found themselves alone in the empty common room. The air was thick with tension, and Y/N knew it was now or never.

"Blaise, we need to talk," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

He looked at her, his expression guarded. "About what?"

"About us," she said, taking a deep breath. "I've been feeling something for a while now, and I don't know how to deal with it."

Blaise's eyes widened. "Y/N, I..."

"No, let me finish," she interrupted. "I think I have feelings for you, Blaise. More than just as a friend."

He was silent for a long moment, then reached out and took her hand. "Y/N, I've been feeling the same way. I was just too scared to say anything because I didn't want to lose what we have."

Y/N felt a rush of relief and happiness. "So, what do we do now?"

Blaise smiled, a real, genuine smile. "We take it one step at a time. But I promise you this, Y/N: I'll be here for you, no matter what."

As they sat by the fireplace, hand in hand, Y/N realized that they had always been more than just friends. They had found something truly special in each other, and now they were ready to see where it would lead.