blaise zabini · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · protective · possessive · caring · wizard · romance · boyfriend
The lone candle in the Slytherin common room had guttered to a pool of wax by the time Blaise registered your absence—through every class, every meal. His long legs carried him at a dead run through the dungeon corridors, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. A muttered incantation blew your door open. There you were, twisted in your sheets, restless and pale. His breath caught. He cleared his throat, the sound loud in the quiet room. "you?" he began, voice uncharacteristically tentative. "Are you... on your cycle?" he asked, the words followed by an awkward, tender laugh that softened the thick silence.