Slytherin Boys x Y/N Short Stories/Reacts

You're Hermes' Daughter - Blaise Zabini

The Hogwarts corridors were unusually quiet as Blaise Zabini walked toward the Astronomy Tower. The crisp night air called to him, and he had noticed Y/N slipping away from the common room earlier. It wasn't unusual for her to wander off—she had a knack for vanishing without explanation—but tonight, something felt... off.

He spotted her silhouette near the edge of the tower, her cloak billowing in the breeze. She was holding something—a small, golden object that glinted in the moonlight. Blaise furrowed his brow and approached quietly.

"Stealing trinkets now?" he teased, his voice low and smooth.

Y/N jumped, nearly dropping the object in her hand. She turned to face him, her expression equal parts startled and annoyed. "Blaise! What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," he replied, leaning against the stone wall with his usual nonchalance. "But let's start with the shiny thing in your hand."

Y/N hesitated, clutching the golden object closer. It was a small winged medallion, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light. "It's... nothing important."

"Right," Blaise drawled, his dark eyes narrowing. "Because normal people carry around magical artifacts at midnight."

Before she could reply, a sudden gust of wind swept through the tower, stronger than any natural breeze. Blaise's hand instinctively went to his wand as the air shimmered and crackled with energy.

"Y/N, what—"

Before he could finish, a flash of golden light erupted from the medallion. The glow expanded, forming a spectral pair of winged sandals that hovered in the air. Blaise's mouth parted slightly in shock as the sandals zipped around the tower, leaving trails of golden light in their wake.

"Explain. Now," he demanded, his tone sharper than usual.

Y/N sighed, realizing there was no escaping this. "It's my dad. He's... Hermes."

Blaise stared at her, his expression unreadable. "Hermes. As in the Greek god?"

"Yes," she admitted, her voice small. "The god of travelers, thieves, and... well, messengers."

For a moment, Blaise said nothing. Then he let out a soft laugh, though there was no humor in it. "That explains a lot, actually. Your uncanny ability to be everywhere and nowhere. The way you always know things you shouldn't."

Y/N frowned. "I didn't want you to find out like this."

"Then how did you want me to find out?" he shot back. "After you summoned a herd of divine animals in the Great Hall?"

Before she could answer, the winged sandals darted toward Blaise, circling him like curious birds. He swatted at them, his usual calm fraying at the edges.

"Can you make them stop?" he asked sharply.

"Uh, not really," Y/N admitted. "They kind of have a mind of their own."

Blaise pinched the bridge of his nose. "Of course they do."

As if on cue, the sandals darted away from Blaise and toward the edge of the tower. One of them nudged Y/N playfully, almost like a puppy.

"They're harmless," she said quickly, sensing Blaise's lingering tension. "They're just... part of who I am."

Blaise studied her, his sharp gaze softening slightly. "So, you're telling me you're a demigoddess."

"Yes," she said, bracing herself for his reaction.

He was quiet for a moment, then smirked faintly. "I should've known. Only a child of Hermes could be this annoyingly unpredictable."

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. "You're not... freaked out?"

"Freaked out? No," he said smoothly. "Annoyed? Absolutely. Do you have any idea how many questions I have now?"

She laughed, the tension easing from her shoulders. "I'll answer them. Eventually."

"Eventually?" Blaise echoed, arching a brow. "You're impossible."

"And you're too calm about this," she teased. "Most people would've run screaming."

He shrugged, his smirk deepening. "I don't scare easily. Besides, if I ran every time you surprised me, we wouldn't have lasted this long."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"And you're infuriating," he countered, stepping closer. "But I think I'll keep you around. Divine heritage and all."

As the winged sandals zipped around them in lazy circles, Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest. She had feared his reaction, but Blaise, ever the enigma, had taken it in stride.

"Well," he said, his tone light, "since you're apparently part of the Olympian family, I'm assuming you've got more tricks up your sleeve."

"Maybe," Y/N replied, her grin mischievous. "But you'll have to wait to find out."

"Figures," Blaise muttered, shaking his head. But as he followed her back into the castle, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride. After all, how many people could say they were dating a demigoddess?