(Fine, I’ll do it my damn self: part 8 of my silly lil m! & enby! reader stories <3)
uniforms — nonbinary! blaise zabini & nonbinary! reader
tws: use of reader’s deadname, use of she/her pronouns and fem-specific language towards or about reader, use of he/him pronouns for blaise
D/N = reader’s dead/given name
Y/N = reader’s name
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“Can I try on one of your uniforms?”
You look up from your book, blinking at Blaise. “What?”
“Your uniforms. Can I try one on?”
“Why…?”
He sighs loudly, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s just an experiment, no big deal.”
You look at him quizzically for a moment longer. “Uh, sure, I guess?”
You stand up from your desk, crossing over to your armoire and pulling out one of your spare uniforms, laying it out on your bed. “Here, go wild.”
He smiles at you, running his fingers over the pleats of the skirt with surprising gentleness. “Thank you.”
You shrug, still a bit puzzled, and go back to reading your book.
~~~
“Zabini? The fuck are you wearing, man?” Theodore asks quizzically as you all sit at the Slytherin table for breakfast.
You glance up, seeing Blaise setting his bag down and smoothing out your uniform skirt, sitting down on the bench with that kind of natural grace all rich purebloods seem to have.
“It’s D/N’s,” he says smoothly with an air of haughty indifference. “I’m just borrowing it.”
“You lose a bet or something?”
“Merlin, Nott,” you roll your eyes. “He’s just expanding his wardrobe. Not a big deal.”
Theodore looks at you with an oddly thoughtful expression for a moment before shrugging. “Alright. Pass me the syrup, will ya?”
~~~
Blaise went back to his usual uniform the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. Nearly a week from when he first asked to borrow your uniform, he tentatively knocks on the open door of your dorm room and peeks in.
“D/N?”
“Oh, hey, Blaise. What’s up?”
“Can you teach me how to put on eyeliner?”
You blink blankly for a moment before grinning. “Oh you could rock some eyeliner. C’mere.”
He grins back, bounding into your room with an unexpected amount of giddiness.
~~~
“Hey, Blaise?”
“Mhm?” He looks up from where he’s splayed out on your dorm room floor, setting his magazine—The Witch’s Weekly—down on his chest and waiting expectantly.
“Can I borrow one of your uniforms?”
“Sure,” he says, nonplussed, as he picks his magazine back up.
~~~
Theodore looks at you quizzically but says nothing as you sit down for dinner in the Great Hall wearing a boy’s uniform. When Blaise follows right behind you and sits down in his skirt, he just shakes his head a bit.
“Love today’s makeup, Zabini. Your eyeshadow game is on point.”
Blaise smiles.
“And you, L/N. I like the new hairstyle.”
You grin too.
~~~
“Pansy!” You call after her, jogging to catch up. She slows and turns around, smiling at you.
“Hey, D/N. I thought you couldn’t come to Hogsmeade?”
“Finished my essay last night.”
She nods, looping her arm through yours and marching towards your guys’ quick weekend destination, already chattering about any and all drama.
After a lull in the conversation, following a particularly juicy tidbit about Katie Bell, of all people, Pansy elbows you in the side gently.
“So what’s with the uniform? And you and Blaise, for that matter?”
“What? Nothing, I just like these uniforms better.”
“But you still wear makeup,” she points out.
“Yeah?”
“But you prefer to wear trousers?”
“So?” You ask, bristling slightly.
She pats your arm reassuringly. “No judgement, just curious. Are you trans?”
You pause.
“I’m not a boy.”
“Are you still a girl then?”
You hesitate.
“I think that’s your answer right there. Maybe you ought to talk to Professor Lupin’s spouse.”
~~~
“I’ll go make us some lunch. You can’t not eat, no matter how many tests you have to grade,” a voice says playfully but firmly as you hover uncertainly by Professor Lupin’s classroom door. You can hear footsteps from inside, then the door opens suddenly, nearly smacking you in the face.
“Oh! Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t see you there,” the culprit says apologetically.
“No worries,” you reply, a bit dazed. “I don’t suppose you’d be Tonks?”
“I am, in fact. What can I do for ya?”
“I had a bit of an odd question…” you trail off.
“Talk and walk with me, sweetheart. Do you like grilled cheese for lunch?”
~~~
“What is it called again?”
“Nonbinary,” you repeat, wringing your hands and cracking your knuckles nervously.
“Holy shit.”
“I know, right? That’s what I said! I didn’t even know that was an option!”
Blaise stands in the center of your dorm—the door locked and silencing spells up for privacy—and stares at you, mouth agape.
“Which means we’re not- there’s nothing wrong with us. There’s an actual name for it.”
“Huh,” Blaise murmurs softly.
“So what do we think? Yea or nay to they, if you will?”
“I say yea,” Blaise says with mock seriousness.
“Then it’s a unanimous decision. They it is.”
~~~
“Mx. L/N, Mx. Zabini, if you would pay attention,” Professor Snape all but snarls. “My class is more important than your discussions. Five points from Slytherin.”
“Wow, great job, guys,” Draco drawls, casting you both unamused glances.
“Hey- they started it!”
“Don’t listen to them, they started it!”
“Children, children, you’re both pretty. Stop fighting,” Pansy rolls her eyes.
“Obviously I’m pretty,” Blaise scoffs as they press their hand to their chest in a mock-offended manner.
You roll your eyes. “You wish.”
Blaise pouts, turning around in his chair to face the rest of the friend group. “Theo, Y/N’s bullying me.”
Theodore snickers. “Maybe they’re just jealous,” he suggests.
“That makes more sense,” Blaise snickers as they stick their tongue out at you.
You stick your tongue out back at them. “Hey, you can’t be mean to me! I loaned you my old uniform in the first place!”
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“Oooh, do you need a Defense against the Dark arts teacher?!” Tonks asked cheerily.
“So sorry Tonks, but that role has already been filled by someone quite a bit your senior.” Sirius said, pointing to Remus. “Lots of practical experience in the field as well.”
Remus smiled sheepishly. “We're still looking to fill the position of Charms or Astronomy professor.”
“And Potions.” Sirius added.
“I thought you were teaching Potions as well?” Remus looked at him.
“I’m rubbish at Potions.” Sirius replied.
“Says the man who got an Outstanding owl and a Newt in Potions.” Andromeda said.
“I cheated.” Sirius joked.
“Liar!” Remus scoffed.
“Okay, fine! I’m good at potions! I just don’t want to teach potions.” Sirius said defensively.
“Why?” Tonks asked.
“Because I hate potions.” Sirius answered.
“Okay, now that’s the truth.” Remus said, satisfied.
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Dignity be Damned, chapter 36: Redemption, excerpt (4)
Completed fic is available on Ao3 now!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50555698/chapters/133307677
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