Slytherin One-Shots

Blaise Zabini x fem!Longbottom!reader

Requested by: no one I'm just bored and don't feel like doing homework

Year: 6th

House: Gryffindor

Blood status: pureblood (ngl I actually forgot Neville was a pureblood 😂)

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Blaise Zabini was confused.

It was a new emotion for him to feel, but he knew he was feeling it nonetheless.

He was confused as to how you (Y/n) Longbottom, could possibly share any DNA with your twin brother Neville.

You were so beautiful. Angelic, even. And Longbottom was... Longbottom. You were above exceptional, while he was exceptionally unexceptional. You excelled in everything, he blew up every potion he touched, backfired every spell he'd ever cast, and bumbled his way through life. You were bold and confident, he was shy and terrified

You, you were perfection.

The problem was you hated him.

It was his fault, he supposed, that you hated him. He made you hate him way back in 1st year. He remembers it well actually.

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There she was again. That gorgeous girl. Why was she always hanging around that stupid Longbottom kid? He couldn't understand it. So, he decided to bully the answer out of you two.

"Aww, looks like Longbottom's got himself a little girlfriend," he'd mocked to Draco that day. Neville had turned bright red and started stuttering, but you had simply glared at him.

"Neville is my brother. Twin, to be exact. The fact that you didn't know means you don't pay as good attention to the world around you as you thought Zabini ​​​​​."

He'd glared straight back at you. In all honesty, you were correct. He wasn't paying any attention to his surroundings. He tended to drown out the world around him whenever you were in the same room as him. Everything ceased to exist. In light of that, he simply forgot your last name was Longbottom.

The two of you had stayed glaring at each other a little longer before you stood up, flipped your hair over your shoulder, and sashayed away, flipping him off over that same shoulder.

As Blaise watched you go, he felt something, deep in his chest.

And little did he know, that as much as you argued with him, as much as you despised him, you felt that same thing, deep in your chest too.

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As Blaise makes his way to potions, he loses himself in thoughts. For once, his mind wasn't focused on you, but on his schoolwork. Despite what people may have thought, he's actually quite intelligent, managing to get mostly Outstandings on his OWLs last year, with a few Exceeds Expectations thrown in the mix. He's trying to figure out a game plan for how to tackle the extra work he's sure he'll be getting. Suddenly, next to him, Draco elbows him in the ribs.

He looks at where Draco is pointing and sees you walking in front of him, chatting idly with Hermione Granger. A quick glance at the books you carried made him realize that you were going to the same class he was today.

"Jesus Christ," Draco groans, suddenly. "What?" Blaise inquires, losing his train of thought as he focuses on your ponytail, which is swinging back and forth as you walk, practically hypnotizing him.

"You've had this puppy dog crush on her since first year. Don't even bother denying it. It's so obvious even Crabbe and Goyle could figure it out. Do something about it already."