#blairon squad | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

harrypotterfanfictionwriter · 4 years

Text

I was tagged by @tsundanire

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2019. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Okay so I just started writing in February, but these are my personal favorites!

Quidditch and a game

WC: 3249

Rating: Teen and up

Summary: The returning 8th years play truth or dare. After Harry admits under veritaserum that he find Draco Malfoy the hottest person, Draco is dared to kiss Harry. One thing leads to the next one.

Notes: This is my first fic over the 1k words, I really enjoyed writing it. It's pretty much the basic drarry 8th year/truth or dare fic.

A stuffed bear

WC: 490

Rating: General

Summary: Harry tells Draco something about his childhood by the Dursleys. To create a better memory Draco enchants a stuffed bear.

*Please note Harry's childhood by the Dursleys was bad in this fic. Neglecting child is implied.

Notes: Okay so this is one of my more angsty fics, but Draco is just a great boyfriend in this one and helps Harry just in the sweetest manner.

Roadtrip

WC: 1779

Rating: General

Summary: James, Remus and Sirius go on a road trip

Notes: Okay so this was the first time writing something with persons from this Era and joining a triad fest. I really liked how it turned out and Remus is just oblivious.

Once upon a time..

WC: 1509

Rating: General

Summary: Once upon a time there was a poor boy who lived with his five brothers and one little sister. Their parents worked day and night to feed all children. However most the time they had a hard time. The children didn’t have toys or new clothes, often dressed in older rags.

However things were about to change for this little boy, once his parents heard that the king and queen were looking for a friend for the prince. They were delighted when their son was chosen. The boy not having anything against it. He was going to live in the castle.

And this is were the story of Ronald Weasley starts.

Notes: One of my few Blairon stories! And my only WIP. I really should update this one

Okay choosing the last one was really difficult as I was doubting between this one or: Meddling teachers but I decided on this one;

Am I a werewolf?

Rating: General

WC: 1230

Summary: Draco is hit by the werewolf curse. The healers send him home and tell Harry and him to watch the symptoms.

Of course this isn't as easy as it sounds with our drama queen Draco.

Notes: I had so much fun writing this one. Draco is such a dramatic little shit and of course Harry is used to his dramatics and only makes it worse sometimes. If you want a laugh I would suggest this one.

****

Okay so I'm tagging,

@rose-grangerweasleyisbae @ladderofyears @slytherco @keyflight790 @ununquadius @unconditionaldrarry @upthehillart @ohlookagaydraco @pixiedustatsundown @cibeewastaken @shealwaysreads

#tagged #thanks for the prompt!#drarry fic #drarry ship #drarry fanfic #drarry #drarry squad #blairon #wolfstarbucks #mine #my fic stuff #my fiction #harrypotterfanfictionwriter #harrypotterfanficwriter

26 notes · View notes

onlytaylor · 5 years

Text

Seven Minutes in Heaven Drarry (and Seamus is always right)

Eighth year at Hogwarts was intended to be one of educational fulfillment, a chance to finish one’s goal of mastering NEWT level witchcraft and wizardry. What it had become, however, was quite the opposite.

It all started when Hermione made friends with that one Slytherin Pansy Parkinson, and boy what a friendship it was. No one could really place what the two had in common, or what it was that kept them giggling at night, but they were a regular Lavender and Parvati and there was no separating them now.

The increased occurrence of Pansy’s presence had brought about a very sly, coy Blaise Zabini. Ron had refused to acknowledge his placement at their parties (“soirées” according to Pansy) until one day Blaise cracked a joke about Malfoy and- damn- If that didn’t have Ronald Weasley spewing his butter beer. They, too, had become an inseparable duo, and Harry had just about had it (“UP TO HERE” he’d said) because if Pansy was there, and Blaise was there, then Draco most definitely was going to be there. All the goddamn time. And there was no one he still despised more than- well, come to think of it, he really didn’t anymore. At the conclusion of the war, Malfoy had become sort of a gray character in Harry’s life, one who’d shown his condolences and grown quite a bit. They’d shared small conversations here and there, but nothing to speak of. And definitely not anything to make them friends. Malfoy and Potter could never be friends, no. There’d always been something so much deeper than that, whether it was hate, or just a plain abomination that resonated between them. But, whatever it was, it wasn’t friendship. It was fire, and passion, and knowledge, and fury. It struck Harry’s insides like wildfire, like the hot breath of a Hungarian Horntail. No, they would never be friends.

When the eighth year common room lit up that Friday night with the anticipatory mood of another soiree, Harry wasn’t surprised to see the silver trio enter suavely. Seamus was already drunk, and with Dean in tow he marched right up to Malfoy and gave him quite the uncomfortable hug.

“Malfoy! It’s so good to see you. I notice you’ve been hanging around those three pretty often. Anything you wanna tell me?” He gestured toward Harry with a wiggle of his brows and an obnoxious thumbs up that had Dean dragging him away. “Okay, Okay, you’re cut off.”

Harry, who’d already been staring in that general direction (because he hated him being here, that was all) froze with some sort of embarrassment. He expected Malfoy to sneer, or make some rude arse comment to the already pissed Gryffindor, but instead the only shade of emotion he illicited was a hot pink blush that spread across both cheeks. Harry started. He’d never seen Malfoy look so, so... fragile. It was beautiful. Captivating. What?

And then they were all downing shots of Firewhiskey (courtesy of Ron’s newest best friend), and the more inebriated Harry got, the more he found himself pondering the flush of those cheeks. The way his platinum hair accentuated them. The way his sharp features lacked their once pointed edges, and appeared rather... endearing. Like he really regretted following in his father’s foot steps during the war. Like another chance.

And suddenly Harry was thinking about his lips, and how they might taste like that certain kind of redemption that flips the world upside down. And he knew he was drunk, because when had he ever thought about snogging Malfoy? If he was really honest with himself, he’d find that this wasn’t the first time.

And suddenly his stupor was broken by a very self-appeased Pansy Parkinson suggesting that they lock each other in a closet for seven minutes and see what happens. “It’s a muggle game! Hermione told me about it,” she chattered, and Harry noticed Hermione’s cheeks blushing the same way that Draco’s had. What the fuck?

And then coincidentally Ron and Blaise were the first to end up locked away together, and from the suspicious noises coming from behind the door, Harry assumed they’d figured out they were in each other’s company. Was he fucking dreaming?

And then Luna (was she even an eighth year?) ended up with Ginny, and Dean with Seamus, and suddenly drunk Harry was wondering if Pansy was behind these matches or if this was one big coincidence.

When it was his turn to be blindfolded, he entered the closet with a weird sort of anticipation that he was sure he could blame on the whiskey. Why did he care who he ended up with? It’s not like it meant anything... right?

And why was there a small, evil voice in the back of his mind that hoped it would be Malfoy?

When the door opened again to reveal the warmth of another body, and immediately closed behind it, Harry’s breath caught. Who could it be?

“Hello?” He asked dumbly as the figure drew closer. He could feel their presence radiating toward him, being drawn as if by gravity. Since when did drunk Harry become such a goddamn poet? And then the body was beside him, sitting with its back against the wall, and Harry could feel his cheeks heating at the sudden closeness. Similar to the way Malfoy’s had.

Without a word, the foreign person beside him grasped his hand between two of their own. Simultaneously Harry’s heart began to race. Those hands were both mysterious and strangely familiar as they traced small circles around his palm. They were soft and smooth and suddenly Harry’s head was swimming, and he was 99% sure it wasn’t from the alcohol. The next moment brought their face eerily close to Harry’s, so much so that he could feel the smooth tickle of peppermint breath across his face.

And all at once he knew. He didn’t have to touch him. He recognized the proper, clean smell of a Malfoy, and his heart was pounding in his chest. He felt something inside him lurch, like he never wanted this moment to end. Why was he so close? And why did he want him closer?

“I know it’s you.” Harry whispered suddenly as he felt that breath come even closer, hot and heavy against his lips.

“Then why are you still wearing this?” Was the hushed response, and then those soft fingers were untying Pansy’s Slytherin tie from around his head.

The first thing he saw were piercing silver eyes held flush with his own. Why had he never noticed how stunning he was?

“We’re drunk,” Harry said as the world began to sway, reflecting outside what he so desperately felt within.

“I think about you all the time.” Was the response, and Harry felt his stomach lurch. “Ever since you gave me my wand back. And then Pansy and Blaise are all about your friends, and suddenly you didn’t seem so bad anymore. And then I realized that...that...”

Harry was frozen in his current state, unable to form words, let alone sentences. Out of nowhere, his instinct kicked in, took over, and answered what he knew to be hiding all along.

“That we always wanted each other.”

Draco nodded before resting his forehead against Harry’s. And then, out of nowhere, he was laughing.

“God, I never would’ve had the courage to tell you that if I wasn’t completely pissed. I’m no Gryffindor.”

Harry chuckled. “Well, I guess that makes me a poor excuse for one then.”

“You’re right. You should’ve told me sooner. That was your job.”

Harry smiled. “Prat.”

“Git.”

A quick pause, both lips pulled into an understanding smile. And then Harry’s grin widened into something slightly more facetious.

“So... how many minutes do you think we have? Five? Two?”

“Enough,” Draco answered urgently before pressing his lips forcefully upon his own.

Oh, God, they were the perfect balance of forgiveness and pining and secrets and fresh beginnings. They were soft and supple and most definitely not sneering in his direction. Harry’s drunken self pulled closer, no longer denying his innate desire to feel every piece of Malfoy become one with himself. His hands found the back of his neck, gripping the infinity of this moment before parting his lips and inviting Malfoy inside. He was suddenly overtaken by the overwhelming sensation of warm peppermint colliding against his tongue. It was perfection at its finest. It was Draco, and Harry, and a lifetime of desire splayed before them in one solid gesture. It was the future, and everything that was to come once they (literally) would come out of the closet together. It was firewhiskey and sobriety and indulgence. It was...

A room full of eighth years standing in silence, door wide open, observing two idiots snogging in a closet. Pansy wore a smirk; Hermione a knowing smile. Ron’s mouth was dropped into an unpleasant “O,” and Blaise was quietly chuckling at his reaction. They would’ve kept going, completely oblivious to the audience before them, if it weren’t for a stumbling Seamus Finnigan barging through the open doorway.

“SEE, DEAN!? YOU DONT GET TO CUT ME OFF WHEN IM RIGHT!?!?!?”

Drunk Harry didn’t care, and he had a feeling that sober Harry wouldn’t either. They separated with a grin before Draco took Harry’s hand and pulled them into a standing position.

He winked at Harry before turning to the crowd. “Somebody get Seamus a drink. He was right.”

With a hoop and holler from across the group, the soirée continued. It wasn’t long before Draco’s and Harry’s drunken confession inspired the start of several other relationships. By the end of the evening, Blaise and Ron had snuck to the dorm and Pansy and Hermione had locked lips in a deserted corner.

All in all, eighth year was more than just preparing for NEWTS. It seemed that it was educational in all kinds of ways, and at the end of the day, the golden trio had learned more than they would’ve ever expected from the silver trio. And, on top of that, everyone seemed to learn that when Seamus Finnigan was drunk, you should just go ahead and listen.

393 notes · View notes

seductresses-temple · 5 years

Text

I really need to do some writing warm ups so I can get through some of my asks and things.

Someone send me prompts for Drarry, Pansmione, or Blairon.

#draco malfoy #drarry #harry potter #drarry squad #pansmione #pansy parkinson #hermione granger #blaise zabini #ron weasley #blairon #prompts #writing prompts #prompts open

22 notes · View notes

teacup-tai · 3 years

Text

Summer Fics by Tai

I just wanted to rant a bit and reflect on the last 2 months. Well, this summer came with sadness. My 14 years long relationship came to an end, or maybe a semi-colon (I hope so). I had SO MANY emotions going on! So I stress read as always and wrote SEVEN FICS(!!!) only six posted, after months of writer's block.

I'm writing this post because I want to appreciate myself and creativity and resilience and all these nice stories that I managed to write in a very short amount of time. I'm proud of all them, they are *so diverse* and *so special* in their own ways:

Breaking wild roses (stings like love's pain) - 1.4k, E, Pansmione

I feel like a scream is stuck inside my chest, creeping up in the deep dark hollow of my throat. It’s a mix of pain and agony. So to keep it down, I open my mouth and fill it with your soft, tender flesh. The bronze skin of your shoulder right against my tongue.

I'm honestly proud of this smut with feels and I need to thank special people who helped, be prompting or betaing this story; thank you @the-starryknight, @sketchyblondes @phenomenalasterisk

The Truth Runs Wild - 3k, E, Blairon

It’s Harry’s fault and his whole ‘gay awakening’ and all the shit he had to hear Harry talk him through, in the name of friendship and supportive brotherhood. But honestly, if Zabini licking his lips can be this sensual, what could he do with a dick in his mouth? Ron flushes, because he cannot be honestly thinking about Blaise Zabini and blowjobs. Like, he’s straight, right. Right?

and it's sequel: Only Fools Fall - 5.3k, E, Blairon

Blaise planted a kiss against Ron’s temple and moved away to watch him with big black attentive eyes. “I only wanna make you feel good,” he assured him. And Ron felt himself blush, because Zabini was looking soft and warm and it was making things inside Ron’s chest turn and pull. This was getting way too real. Or: Ron wants more, then he gets pretty confused. So Tai decided to write a Blaise/Ron love story out of it.

This wouldn't have happened without the nonnie who boldly asked my opinion on Blairon, lol. And without the amazing help of this lovely alpha-beta crew: @erajakira , @olliemaye, @crazybutgood . I had such great fun writing these fics, I'm in love with this universe for real! Blairon for the win! this wouldn't be the same without the mutual hype of @thusspoketrish and @anaxandria-writes for our lovely August with Gusto: Blasie Zabini Appreciation Month!

For God is Love - 3k, M, Drarry

1 John 4:8 But anyone who does not love does not know God, for God is love. Or: Tai decided to write a religious AU fic, in which draco and harry are catholic priests, bc I wanted to read it :)

Got the amazing help of @corvuscrowned and Jay, and honestly if it weren't for @tackytigerfic also enjoying this trope it wouldn't have happened. I LOVED writing such a different trope and mood than I normally write. So thank you y'all!

Space Bodies - 1.5k, M, Drarry

She tastes like a love story. Or: my dream came true and I wrote a drarry fic with trans!draco being this gorgeous woman and I can die happy now.

It made my day to write this fic for the @drarrymicrofic with the amazing help of @softlystarstruck, @atgranger and Logan.

Claraboia - microfic, Drarry

"Look what I've found," Draco says in a surprised and tender voice. Harry is still learning all the nuances of his voice and this one is new.

BIG thank you to @onbeinganangel and @the-starryknight for making me dive into the microfic realm.

I also want to thank InnerLilith for betaing a gen fic about Pansy that is not pubished yet. And all the amazing friends from the drarry squad that keep me going when life is shit, specially @sitp-recs who holds my hand when time zone allows and hypes me up.

THANK YOU TO ALL MY READERS! YOU MADE SUCH A DIFFERENCE IN MY SUMMER SADNESS, YOU HAVE NO IDEA!

I got a new job in a new city and I'm moving out tomorrow. I dunno when I will be able to write in the forseeable future. BUT THANK YOU. This last year has been filled with up and downs. And me being back to the drarry fandom is @quicksilvermaid fault, bc of the @hd-hurtfest from last year. Without your prompt I wouldn't have written my sadass drarry fic, and stayed for the long run, and so many things in my life changed bc of that fic. I'm emotionally healthier now and I'm moving forwards, thanks Q!

Cheers folks! Sending love, tai.

#tai writes #drarry fics #my fics #summer sadness #fic list #blairon #blairon fic #pansmione

111 notes · View notes

skys-unused-main · 3 years

Note

Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, and Theo Nott

Pansy:

Sexuality headcanon: lesbian

Otp: pansmione

Notp: dransy, ronsy, and hansy. I see her as lesbian and don’t like them

Brotp: the slytherin quartet. I love their group dynamic. I also like Pansy and Ginny being friends

First headcanon the pops into my head: she likes muggle rap music especially Cardi B

Favorite line from this character: I don’t have one

One way in which I relate to this character: she doesn’t take any shit from people

Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: having to put up with Draco’s BS in public. Like yikes that guy is dramatic

Cinnamon roll or problematic fave: problematic fave

Blaise:

Sexuality headcanon: gay

Otp: probably blairon but I’m also cool with bleville or bleo

Notp: blinny (that’s Blaise x Ginny right?)

Brotp: the slytherin quartet. That group is like the best squad. They’re all awesome and just cool.

First headcanon the pops into my head: he is a genius when it comes to fashion. He knows everything about what’s in style and what looks good with what. He is always correcting people on what they should wear. After school he became a fashion designer/model.

Favorite line from this character: I don’t have one

One way in which I relate to this character: I don’t know (but it’s definitely not the fashion thing because I don’t care about clothes)

Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: either the same as Pansy or how when he says stuff you can tell he’s rich because of how he acts

Cinnamon roll or problematic fave: problematic fave

Theo:

Sexuality headcanon: gay

Otp: I don’t have a specific one but I like Theville and bleo (I’m also cool with rheo)

Notp: I don’t have one

Brotp: the slytherin quartet, but I also want a Luna and Theo friendship. Like imagine the two of them feeding the thestrals together

First headcanon the pops into my head: Theo goes to feed the thestrals with Luna

Favorite line from this character: I don’t have one

One way in which I relate to this character: idk

Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: I can’t think of anything right now

Cinnamon roll or problematic fave: both

#harry potter #harry potter series #slytherin gang #slytherin quartet #slytherin #pansy parkinson #theodore nott #theo nott #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #headcanon #harry potter headcanon #ask #asks

53 notes · View notes

cosmic-affinities · 4 years

Text

First line game- WIPs

I saw this thing where you post the first line of all of your WIPs and I decided to expose myself and the sheer amount of WIPs I have, its mainly Bakudeku but I do have a few Drarry ones as well. If any of my shitty descriptions excite you drop a comment and it will get bumped up on my list of what to finish first (I won’t be posting any of the bkdk ones until the first one on this list is finished being uploaded, I have a promise to a friend that I must uphold)

Along with that if you see the ones that have ‘(working title)’ next to them and you have a better idea for the title leave it in the comments! I give them all working titles so I dont have to click through a bunch of stuff named ‘Untitled Document’ on my docs.

Last thing, I’m posting this as a sort of accountability along with the ‘game’ so I will try to update this as each of these gets finished, if you are interested in being a beta for any of these feel free to send me a chat or post it in the comments (some of them are already beta-ed so I may or may not need another)

1) Fantasy Meets Reality- Bakudeku on AO3 “Midoriya! Bro, open up!”Izuku woke with a start, there was a voice outside his door and he was too tired to recognise it.“Izuku, what’s going on? Why aren’t you opening the door?” A second voice called out.To prevent any further yelling and knocking Izuku stumbled out of bed to his door and opened it, he did not expect to see Kit and Kirishima waiting on the other side.

This is the start of chapter three (Chapter one and two are already posted!) A quick run down, this fic has the bakugou from the fantasy AU (the end screen of the stain arc) come into the real world, i named him Kit to differentiate him from Kacchan. Basically Kit comes into the regular world and Kacchan has to see him and Deku interact!

2) Know Him Well (working title)- Bakudeku

“Dunce face, don’t you understand the concept of personal fucking space? Take a damn step back, you're basically slobbering on the damn nerd.” Katsuki pulled lightly at Kaminari’s collar, silently pulling him away from Izuku.

This is going to be a oneshot get together fic that shows how well Katsuki and Izuku know each other. Basically senarios present themselves to our main idiots where the rest of class A slowly realises that these two know each other surprisingly well, including mutual pining and some medling from their respective squads.

3) A Week (working title)- Bakudeku A week.

Katsuki told Izuku how he felt and then ignored his existence for a week.

He kissed Izuku and decided to act as if it never happened.

This is a one shot based on a twitter thread I read that did not end the way i wanted it to so I asked permission to rewrite with a happy ending and they allowed me to. It is an angsty get together fic with lots of underlying and internalised homophobia and fear of what getting together could mean for our two aspiring pro heroes. Erasermic is a reassuring presence and a slight plot device.

4) Truth (working title)- Bakudeku “Hey be careful there! You don’t want to fall over!” Izuku chuckled at the child he was holding onto, at least some good came out of his detour through the park.

“Oh my goodness sir! Are you ok?” A worried woman rushed over, seemingly more worried about the green haired stranger rather than the small child.

This is a one shot in which Izuku gets hit with a truth quirk and has to stop himself from being too forthcoming with everything he says. Get together fic that will hopefully give you second hand embarassment.

5) Izuku Withdrawl- Bakudeku

“In addition to your normal schedule this week, you will also be paired up with someone from this class to work with a support course student to update some of your gear. This is as much an assignment for you as it is for the support course, when you become a prohero you will need to be able to communicate what types of upgrades you want for your costumes, if you can’t you will be stuck in broken or subpar gear which will only hinder you in fights. You will find your partner from your class and the support student you will be working with posted in the common area of your dorm and outside this classroom, now class is dismissed.”

This is a oneshot in which the pair get (purposely) hit with a quirk that makes it incredibly painful for them to touch, Bakugou plays it off as if it would not be a problem until they find out how often they truly casually touch. The quirk will wear off in (reportedly) 3-4 days and by the end everyone is noticing the increasingly irritable Bakugou snapping at everyone who dares to bring it up and the increasingly hurt Midoriya (makes more sense withing the confines of the fic) and get together that is truly painful for everyone involved.

6) The Frenchman and the Parselmouth- Drarry

“Draco, darling, come help me with the laundry!” A voice echoed throughout the big house.

This is a multichapter eighth year drarry fic in which the two are roommates who create a tentative friendship until one morning Harry hears Draco speaking french (as you probably guessed from the title lol) and has a gay panic. The ensuing gay panic leads Harry to enlist the help of his favorite professor Remus Lupin (who also happens to be with his god father because fuck canon Wolfstar is alive and happy together) to try and figure out his own feelings and how to make them obvious to Draco. I really love this story and it will definitely be finished eventually but it needs so so much work because it started as a convoluted headcanon and then one major scene in the begining was changed (actually is in the process of being changed) and so it needs quite a bit of TLC before it is anywhere near ready to post. Let me know if this (shitty) description excites you and maybe it will get bumped up on my list of what gets finished first.

7) Loathing.... Right?-Drarry(with a hefty side of pansmione and blairon) on AO3

Draco woke slowly, later than normal, he and Pansy had stayed up a while longer, he wanted to avoid seeing Potter for as long as possible. As his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, Draco looked around, his eyes landed on Potter’s sleeping form, for a moment he allowed himself to indulge and raked his eyes over the fit body asleep across the room. He knew he shouldn’t be allowing this to happen, but Draco couldn’t help himself, this is the only time he let himself feel so strongly. The only time he let hope sink in, when Potter was unconscious and serene, unaware of the brooding next to him.

This is the begining of chapter four as the first three chapters are already up on AO3. This fic is (another) eighth year Drarry fic in which they are roommates, roughly based on the song ‘What is This Feeling’ from Wicked (mostly in the first three chapters tbh, if you listen to the song you’ll get why it doesn’t last for the entire fic) This fic has the golden trio paired up with the slytherin trio as dormmates and they all come to terms with their surprisingly more than friendly feelings towards their respective roommates, defintely focused mainly on Drarry but you still get quite a bit of the other two ships as well, I’m working hard on chapter four but I’m having a bit of a block at the moment

9 notes · View notes

loquitious-blog · 5 years

Text

detention (blairon)

this was just my attempt at getting back into writing stuff,, i’m aware it’s not great but it’s something at least lmao

ron was used to getting in trouble. he was best friends with harry potter so naturally he got given his fair share of detentions, regardless of how hard hermione tried to keep him and harry out of trouble. it was a pain but he took the friday night detention with no argument.

blaise was the opposite. he was best friends with draco malfoy who was part of the inquisitorial squad so he usually got out of being punished even if he was caught, say, out of bed late or stealing potions ingredients. this time, though, he hadn’t been so lucky and was issued a detention on that friday evening.

blaise was already sat their in mcgonagall’s office boredly when ron finally arrived and the elderly teacher clapped her hands.

“finally decided to join us, did you, mister weasley?” she asked rhetorically, visibly unimpressed.

ron apologised and sat down a few desks away from blaise who smirked when ron came in, amused that he was being scolded for being late. they were given an unnecessarily long introduction and then taken to the trophy room.

“you are to stay here and polish the trophies in this room either until you finish or until i come fetch you. i will be taking your wands and you are to complete this task by hand.”

mcgonagall told the pair and then left them alone in the room.

ron looked around, bewildered, and groaned as he got to work. blaise was similarly overwhelmed by their task and huffed softly.

“looks like we’re going to be stuck here a while.”

he muttered under his breath as he grabbed his rag and began polishing the nearest trophy.

they worked mostly in silence until ron noticed blaise polishing trinkets that he had already. and so he told blaise who simply replied with

“well you clearly haven’t been doing it well enough. it’s still covered in dust.”

ron whirled around and glared at blaise, dropping his rag in frustration.

“if i’m so shit it dusting why don’t you fucking do it for me.”

blaise just raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly as he slinked over to ron, meeting his eyes and taking the trophy that ron was holding to wipe it with his cloth before handing it back. he didn’t even have to say anything but the pretentious expression he wore riled ron up to the point where he shoved blaise back against the trophy cabinet.

“easy there, freckles.” he drawled calmly, looking down at the gryffindor’s face close to him.

ron stared blaise furiously in the eyes and then recoiled, cursing. his face and ears were red and blaise had noticed and took advantage of it.

“aw, ickle won won all flustered?”

he cooed, smirkin at the gryffindor boy.

“you know, it’s perfectly normal to be overcome with sexual desire in my presence, i tend to have that effect on people.”

blaise then added cockily and ron shoved him again.

“shut your mouth, zabini. you don’t know the first thing about me. you’re just- you’re-“

but ron trailed off, his voice quietening when he realised how close he was to blaise fucking zabini. blaise was a lot calmer. he just met ron’s eyes, simply looking at him with stubborn challenge in his face.

“what’re you so afraid of, weasley?”

#blaise zabini #ron weasley #harry potter #oops #loquitioustumblr #loquitious

12 notes · View notes