Harry Potter Oneshots [Requests are always open:]

Sticky Situation-B.Z

Blaise Zabini

It was a typical afternoon in the Hogwarts potions classroom. Cauldrons bubbled, ingredients simmered, and students hurried about, meticulously following the instructions laid out in their textbooks. Y/N, a bright-eyed Hufflepuff with a penchant for kindness, glanced nervously at the assignment board before settling at a workstation. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension as Professor Snape announced the day's partners.

"Y/N, you'll be working with Mr. Zabini," Snape's voice cut through the air, causing a ripple of whispers among the students.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Blaise's name. He was the epitome of Slytherin composure, always poised and enigmatic, with a reputation that preceded him. She watched as he made his way to their workstation, his dark eyes unreadable behind a mask of indifference.

"Good afternoon, Y/N," Blaise greeted her with a nod, his voice smooth and measured.

"Hi, Blaise," Y/N replied, her voice a nervous squeak compared to his confident tone.

Together, they began gathering the ingredients for their potion, each lost in their own thoughts. Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy, knowing that her skills paled in comparison to Blaise's expertise. She fumbled with the vials and scales, her hands trembling with nervous energy.

Blaise, on the other hand, moved with precision, his movements fluid and calculated. He measured each ingredient with practiced ease, his expression unreadable as he focused on the task at hand.

As they worked, Y/N stole glances at Blaise, marveling at the effortless grace with which he handled the potions. There was something mesmerizing about the way his brow furrowed in concentration, the way his lips pressed together in a thin line of determination.

But just as they were about to add the final ingredient, disaster struck.

Y/N's hand slipped, knocking over a jar of powdered moonstone and sending it cascading into the cauldron. Before she could react, the potion erupted in a burst of color, showering them both in a sticky, rainbow-colored substance.

For a moment, they stood frozen in shock, the vibrant hues dripping from their hair and clothes. Then, as if on cue, they burst into laughter, the tension of the moment dissipating in the chaos of the explosion.

"Well, this is... unexpected," Blaise remarked, his lips quirking up in a rare smile.

Y/N nodded, unable to contain her giggles as she attempted to wipe the potion from her face. "I guess we'll have to start over," she said, her voice tinged with amusement.

As they set to work cleaning up the mess, they fell into an easy rhythm, their laughter filling the empty classroom. Blaise proved to be surprisingly adept at removing the stubborn potion from their robes, his touch gentle and reassuring.

As the afternoon wore on, they found themselves opening up to each other in ways they never expected. Y/N shared stories of her time in the Hufflepuff common room, while Blaise regaled her with tales of Slytherin cunning. They discovered shared interests and hidden talents, forging a connection amidst the chaos of spilled potions and stained robes.

By the time they finished cleaning up, the sun had begun to set, casting a warm glow over the deserted classroom. Y/N looked at Blaise, her heart fluttering with a newfound sense of camaraderie.

"Thanks for helping me clean up," she said, her voice soft with gratitude.

Blaise smiled, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "Anytime, Y/N. It was... unexpectedly enjoyable."

And as they made their way out of the potions classroom, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of serendipity in the air. Sometimes, she realized, the most memorable moments were the ones you never saw coming.

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a/n

In my Blaise era