Siedziałam w rogu przedziału mocno opatulając się sweterkiem. Za oknem sypał śnieg a w środku mimo ogrzewania panował chłód. - Powiesz nam co się stało? - zmartwiona Cho po raz kolejny podjęła próbę wyciągnięcia ze mnie prawdy. Ale co miałam jej powiedzieć? Wolałam nie mówić nic niż ich okłamywać. Roger uderzył zwinięta gazetą w skórzane obicie foteli i złapał mnie za brodę. - Anastasia, do Merlina. Mów. Pokręciłam głową wyrywając twarz z jego uścisku i utkwiłam wzrok w szybie oddzielającej przedział od korytarza. Korytarza przez który przechodził właśnie ON. Zajrzał do środka i nawet spojrzał w moje wypalone, puste oczy. Nie uśmiechnął się ani nawet nie mrugnął. Z obojętną miną ruszył do przodu jak gdyby NIGDY NIC.

[𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒛𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏] When the loud and warm gryffindor redhead with the patientence of a screaming adhd banshee and the ego of her father meets the quiet and cold slytherin that has the demeanor and grace of a fucking swan. Everything takes a brutal and life-changing turn. Vivian Potter, Harry's twin, is loud, impatient, dazzlingly gorgeous, warm, overly intelligent for the way she acts and too kind and helpful yet too overconfident for an individual like her. Everything that a Zabini like him could possibly despise. But Vivian has a rule: 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 ª 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 Not even Harry knows this rule that she enforces on herself. And Blaise Zabini is silent, calm, effortlessly gorgeous and dazzlingly arrogant. Something that drives Vivian Potter nuts. He's everything she isn't. Calm, quiet, cold and patient. But that makes them clash, doesn't it? Quidditch, potions, yule ball and weird professors. An ideal setup for teenage romance that's actually real. ______ I do NOT own any of the original characters of the actual harry potter franchise since all of them belong to JK rowling while my ocs are rightfully mine. But this doesn't mean that i support her cruel opinions! :) Prisoner of azkaban-post hogwarts era Blaise Zabini×!FemOc

No one knows who she is. Except him. And he wishes he didn't. When a mysterious transfer student named Sylvaine Nox arrives at Hogwarts for her seventh year, the entire school is thrown into quiet chaos. Cold, calculating, and powerful beyond reason, she's unlike any witch they've seen before. But Draco Malfoy knows exactly who she is. She's the Dark Lord's daughter. A secret so dangerous it was buried even from his most loyal followers, except Draco. He saw her once as a child. And now, here she is, walking the halls of a post-war Hogwarts like a shadow reborn. Sylvaine is not here to make friends. She's not here for redemption. She's here to watch, to judge, and to ensure her father's legacy is never forgotten. And Draco? He wants to hate her. He should hate her. But hate has always been a breath away from obsession.