Blaise Zabini x Reader

Secrets

(Y/n) was walking down the corridor, eager to get back to the common room and start her Transfiguration essay. She rubbed her tired eyes as she rounded the corner. in the distance she spotted a pair of Slytherin robes, she walked a little closer and noticed it was Malfoy's friend, Blaise. (Y/n) groaned to herself as she kept her head low, proceeding down the hall. She hoped he wouldn't notice her. She wasn't in the mood.

Parkinson snarled, eyeing (y/n) who kept looking at Blaise. "Seeing something you like, mudblood? He's a bit out of your league. Right Blaise?" Blaise snarled at Pansy. "Yes. But don't drag me into this, Pansy. You're fight." Draco chuckled. "The only thing in her league is a rat. Oh wait, that's the Weasel right here!" He gestured towards Ron Weasley.

(Y/n) cheeks flushed but she pushed that off.

Ron gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. "Shove off, Malfoy." he spat.

Harry came over with a sigh. "Come on. Just forget them. They're nasty snakes. Who gives a damn what they say?"

(Y/n) nodded. "You're right, Harry. Nasty snakes." she repeated as she turned away shaking her head and storming down the hall.

Ron glared at Malfoy for a moment before turning as well, trying to catch up with (y/n).

The trio followed after them, heading the same direction. Draco shrugged off Pansy, laughing. "It's always fun to get a rise out of them." Draco commented. Blaise hummed, his hands in his pocket. These were the moments where he thought that hiding it was a bad idea. He could protect her. Both from hexes and negative comments. Yet... he would basically be putting a big red target on her back. He couldn't do that. He did care about her. To what extent, he didn't know

(Y/n) sat down at her desk in potions. Ron and Harry sat beside her. "You alright?" asked Harry.

(Y/n) nodded. "Fine." she mumbled.

Ron sighed. "Them Slytherins. I can't stand them. They're nothing but a bad lot. I bet half of then are going to be Death Eaters by the time they leave this place." he hissed.

"Well, I think one already is." mumbled Harry.

(Y/n) sighed, droning out his and Ron's conversation about Draco Malfoy being a Death Eater.

Blaise sat besides Draco. He watched as Crabbe and Goyle, who finally catched up, fool around and shoot some mindless hexes at other nonslytherins. Blaise took a moment to glance over at (y/n), trying to catch her eye.

(Y/n) felt eyes on her. She slowly turned and found herself stating into Blaise's eyes. They weren't honey brown right now though. They were cold and intense like they usually were when he was with the Slytherins. She flashed him a small smile while no one was looking.

Blaise nodded slowly, knowing that she would understand the need not to be friendly to her. Draco caught him staring but decided not to comment on it, too much on his mind already. The rest of class was rather uneventful. Same old things. Snape was in a bad mood, Gryffindors lost points, Slytherins gained them. And a load of homework was assigned. He collected his notes, stuffing them neatly into his folder. He was ready for the day to end already so he could enjoy the rest of the night alongside (Y/n).

(Y/n) wished things could be easier. She hated being a secret and keeping a secret, but she knew Blaise wasn't ready to come out with this. She sighed to herself as she packed up at the end of class and tossed her bag over her shoulder. Ron and Harry were fooling and laughing about some joke as they walked out of the room. (Y/n) followed behind as she stared down at the floor, wanting classes to be over. It was hard for her to ignore Blaise... To not stare and smile at him.