Love Stories

Season - Blaise Zabini

ALSO HAS STORY POTENTIAL. And yes I have a thing for Slytherins. Idk if you could tell

"Mister Zabini," Said Hyacinth's mother, opening the door to receive the bothered and upset Blaise Zabini, "Whatever is the matter,"

"I need to see her. Hyacinth. Is Hyacinth here?" He asked, looking at Loretta Blight, his heart pounding in his chest as her almost brushed the rain water from his shoulders in an attempt to right himself before seeing her,

"Well yes of course but- Mister Zabini," She exclaimed as Blaise begun to walk towards the stairs,

"Which door is it? To her room?" He asked,

"I will fetch her, wait here," Said Loretta,

"I cannot do that, Mrs Blight," Said Blaise, still walking towards the grand staircase that lead to his beloved, his Hyacinth Blight, "I really must see her now,"

"Hyacinth is in bed, Mister Zabini, I will fetch her," Said Loretta, preventing him from going any further towards the steps,

"I-I, tell her, tell her, no I will tell her, just please," Said Blaise, and Loretta nodded, walking hastily up the stairs,

"Wait in the drawing room, Mister Zabini, Hyacinth will be down shortly," Said Loretta, Blaise nodded, leaving for the drawing room, ignoring offers of pastries or teas from the house elves,

Blaise tried to calm down, his efforts proved fruitless as he was faced with her portrait, ethereal as he remembered it, and looking away from him even in portrait form,

It seemed fitting that this should be the spot that he waited, heart pounded in his chest as he looked at it. This after all was the very spot his ruin had begun,

"What on Earth are you thinking of?" Asked Blaise, looking at the portrait, hands in his pockets as she sat playing the piano behind him, "Must have been something meaningful. Tell me, Miss Blight, what is the meaning of life?" He asked snidely, he heard the piano stop, sheet music torn and felt a ball of crumpled paper hot his back, "Don't throw garbage at me,"

"Be glad I didn't stick it somewhere instead," She said as the music picked up again, "Although I hardly think there is room enough given that your head is always up there anyways,"

Blaise scoffed, "I hardly think there isn't room enough for this crumpled," he picked it up, "Music up the skirt of-"

"That's not what I meant and you know it, Zabini."

"That's Mister Zabini to you, Miss Blight, I assume this portrait marks your entry into society?" Asked Blaise, "I should probably begin to treat you like a proper lady,"

He looked over his shoulder at her, catching her dark glare as he put the crumpled music in his pocket,

"Are you insinuating you haven't always treated my Hyacinth as a proper Lady?" Asked Loretta Blight, walking into the room with Blaise's mother, and touching her daughter's shoulders lightly,

"Blaise likes to kid, Loretta," Said his mother, "Likely for laughs,"

"I am in hysterics as we speak," said Hyacinth, looking directly at him, not a hint of a smile on her lips, Blaise arched an eyebrow,

"I'm glad to have pleased you," He said, and she rolled her eyes,

"You were right, Blaise, Hyacinth is entering into society," Said Loretta, proud of her lovely daughter,

"If you can call anything American 'society' let alone 'high society'." Said Mrs Zabini, "You should look at getting her wed to a well bred British wizard,"