Harry Potter Oneshots

Stubborn Headed Love [Blaise Zabini x OC]

↳ request by @AwesomeDashRockz124

**by no means am i taking credit; lyra is the above user's oc not mine**

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Lyra Lestrange was a girl not many people noticed. It wasn't that she was unpopular, the brunette just preferred not to have the spotlight on herself at all times — that was more for her cousin Draco.

With her OWL exams this year, Lyra spent most of her spare time either in the library or in her common room. To say she had gotten sick of being cooped up inside with tonnes of heavy, rigid-spined books would have been a downright understatement.

"You okay, Lyra?" said Daphne, who had taken to accompanying Lyra to the library most of the time — most of the time meaning twice a week.

"Tired..." Lyra's forehead thumped softly against the wooden table as she closed her eyes, wishing she was outside, getting some fresh air.

"You take this all to seriously," Pansy said, scribbling little cartoons on a piece of parchment.

Pansy was, like Daphne, not too fussed about the exams. Lyra didn't particularly like the pug-faced girl, but Pansy was friends with Daphne; and therefore she hung around her.

"Let's just go outside for a couple of hours."

"Yeah, I agree," said Daphne. "You need to give yourself a break, Lyra — OWLs aren't until June."

Before Lyra could protest, Pansy had jumped up and skipped out of the library while Daphne grabbed Lyra by her robes and dragged the brunette out as well.

Once Daphne had let her go, Lyra smoothed out the creases in her Slytherin robes, sluggishly walking along behind Daphne and Pansy.

"Dray!" Pansy yelled, making Lyra roll her eyes at the girl's desperation. "Draco, over here!"

While Lyra didn't mind her cousin and most of his friends, one of them was just unbearably arrogant (in Lyra's opinion, anyways.)

Blaise Zabini, while having undeniably good looks, was a total git to Lyra. The two always got into arguments about the littlest and most stupid things. Lyra loathed him; with his stupid smirk he'd send any girl that smiled at him, his sassy remarks, his impossibly high cheekbones and sharp jawline. She hated everything about him.

"Where've you been all day?" Blaise asked her while Pansy fawned over draco and Daphne started to converse with Theo Nott. "Oh, nevermind — I don't even have to ask. You've obviously been at the library."

Lyra just glared at the tall boy through her dark eyelashes, arms crossed over her chest and her lips pulled into a thin line.

"Such a tryhard," he scoffed.

"Yeah, but unlike you, I won't be failing my OWLs," Lyra spat back. "But then again, even if you do study, you might not pass — I presume that big head of yours might cover your view of the test papers."

"Are you suggesting I'm stupid?"

"I'm not suggesting, I'm just stating fact, Zabini."

"You have no right to—" Blaise seethed, glaring daggers at the girl, who only reached his shoulder.

"State the very obvious?" Lyra said, raising her eyebrows. "Just cause you can't put two and two together—"

"Why don't you just shut your fat mouth for two seconds, it might give everyone a break from your pterodactyl voice for once!"