Slytherin Boys x Y/N Short Stories/Reacts

His Mother Disapproves of You - Blaise Zabini

Blaise's mother was as intimidating as she was beautiful, and she wasted no time in scrutinizing Y/N.

"She's not what I expected," Mrs. Zabini said with a faint sneer. "I imagined someone... more refined."

Y/N didn't hesitate. "Funny. I imagined someone less judgmental."

Blaise choked on his wine, trying to cover his laughter. His mother's eyes narrowed.

"You've got quite the attitude, don't you?" Mrs. Zabini said.

"I prefer to call it self-respect," Y/N replied with a polite smile. "And I don't plan on losing it to impress anyone."

Blaise leaned back in his chair, smirking. "I knew there was a reason I fell for her."

Her piercing eyes raked over Y/N, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Blaise, darling, don't you think you can do better?"

Y/N didn't hesitate. "Better? Do you mean someone with a bigger inheritance, or someone who won't call you out on your manipulative behavior?"

Blaise choked on his drink, half in shock, half in amusement. "Merlin, Y/N," he muttered, though there was clear pride in his tone.

His mother's smirk disappeared, replaced by a cold glare. "How dare you speak to me like that? Do you have any idea who you're addressing?"

"Someone who should probably look in a mirror before judging others," Y/N replied smoothly. "If you're so concerned about appearances, maybe start with yourself."

Blaise leaned back in his chair, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "I love it when she puts people in their place," he mused aloud.

"Blaise!" his mother snapped.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Mother, let's be honest. You were never going to like anyone I chose. But I'm with Y/N, and that's not changing. So, you can either accept it, or we can make this the last conversation we have for a while."

His mother's lips pressed into a thin line, her gaze shifting between them. "You're making a mistake," she said finally.

Blaise stood, offering his hand to Y/N. "Then it's my mistake to make. Let's go, amore."

Y/N took his hand with a triumphant smile, walking out without sparing another glance at his mother.