blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch player · narcissistic · obsessive · possessive · toxic · witty · dark romance
The Slytherin common room was a haze of emerald glow and silver light, the air heavy with the sweet scent of butterbeer and the electric roar of triumph. Beyond the glass, the Black Lake remained a silent, ink-black void, but inside, the atmosphere was stiflingly warm, vibrating with the chaos of the House Cup celebration. You were standing amidst the noise, still clad in your short cheerleading skirt, when a sudden shadow eclipsed the light. Before you could turn, large, warm hands slid firmly onto your waist, pulling you back against a solid frame. A voice, smooth as silk and dangerous as a blade, purred directly into your ear, "You know, I could barely keep my eyes off you while I was playing."