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blaise zabini: you feeling insecure in a dress

you stand in front of your mirror, scrutinizing every inch of your reflection. the dress you've chosen clings to your figure in all the right ways, but despite this, a nagging sense of insecurity tugs at the edges of your mind. you stumble out of your dorm, hastily covering up with a sweater. in the hallway, you find him waiting, an amused smirk on his face.

he eyes your attire with a mix of surprise and amusement. "interesting choice of fashion, y/n." he looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on the way the sweater swamps your figure, hiding the curves of the dress underneath.

he can't help but find it a little endearing, how you try to conceal your insecurity with the oversized clothing.

he chuckles softly, his smirk growing as he approaches you. "you hiding something under there, love?" he reaches out and tugs playfully at the baggy sleeve of the sweater, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

his eyes are fixed on yours, a mix of curiosity and amusement swimming in their depths. leaning in a bit closer, his voice lowers, almost purring. "care to show me what's underneath? i'm quite intrigued, y/n."

your heart races, a mixture of desire and self-consciousness warring within you. his closeness makes your breath hitch, the heat of his presence seeping into you. "i-i don't know," you stammer. "i just... i feel a little bit insecure, i guess."

he raises an eyebrow, his expression shifting slightly. "insecure? about wearing a dress?" he steps closer, his body nearly brushing against yours. "why would you feel insecure about that?"

you look up at him, a flush creeping onto your cheeks. "i just... i thought i looked good, but then i started doubting myself and-" you cut yourself off, realizing you're rambling. you fidget with the hem of the sweater, your fingers toying with the loose fabric. "i'm sorry. i'm being silly."

he shakes his head, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "silly? no, i don't think so." he reaches up and gently takes your hands, stilling your nervous fidgeting. "insecurity is normal, y/n. come on, let me see you." he looks at you intently, his gaze holding yours. "may i?"

after you give a small nod, he carefully starts to help you remove the sweater. his fingers are gentle as he pulls it over your head, his knuckles brushing softly against your skin.

as the sweater slips off, he steps back to admire the dress. his eyes darken, a mix of desire and appreciation swirling in their depths. he lets out a low whistle, his gaze roaming over your figure. "you look stunning."

he steps closer again, his hands resting on your hips, his thumbs brushing over the fabric of the dress. "i don't understand how you could feel insecure wearing this. you look flawless, love."

leaning down, his breath is hot against your ear. "you're beautiful, inside and out. don't let anyone, including yourself, tell you otherwise."

he places a gentle kiss on your cheek, his lips lingering for a moment. "and that dress? it flatters your figure in all the right ways. trust me, i noticed."