Harry Potter Imagines

[Blaise Zabini] ~Stubborn Pair

"And... And you know Pansy, he is really handsome. Like, I'd let him do me in the common room couch type of hot!" I slurred in Pansy's ear over the loud music and saw her visibly disgusted expression.

"And who are you talking about again?" she asked grimly, and I opened my arms, careful not to drop my precious whiskey.
"Who else?! Blaise Fucking Zabini!" I shouted and heard Pansy choke as she pointed behind me.
"Well, that's almost my name." A voice said and I turned around, seeing Blaise.
Oh, Salazar's sweaty and old briefs, what had he heard?!

"Blaise! Zabini! My buddy! My friend!" I shouted happily and Blaise got a hold of me, waving Pansy away as he pulled me to the couch. I took another sip of the bottle before Blaise grabbed it out of my hands and held it in his. "Blaise! My best friend!" I slurred out before I became sad. "Friend, friend, friend. Isn't it kind of sad that you are only my friend?" I asked as I eyed the bottle in his hand and without thinking twice, I sprawled myself across his lap to get my bottle. Blaise, however, used his wand to vanish the bottle and I let out a small cry as I tried to stand up to get another bottle. "I'll be back," I warned as I walked over to the table, and my way kept getting curvier and curvier.
I grabbed another bottle of firewhiskey as someone approached me.
"And why on Earth are you drinking like a sailor?!"
I turned around, my vision pretty blurred, and I took a gulp of my drink before answering.
"He doesn't like me back."
"Who?" the person questioned, taking the bottle from my hands as I pouted.
"Blaise. Who else?"
"Of course he does! Isn't he your best friend?"

"Ah-ha!" I shouted as I pointed in their direction. "That is the problem. Friend. He doesn't like me the way I like him, because the way I like him is different from the way he likes me!" I explained as I began to tumble from side to side and I laughed.
The person grabbed my arm steadily before saying "And that's on letting you near alcohol, it was my mistake, it really was." Then the person pulled me. "Come on, let's get you somewhere quiet."

When I came back to myself, I was in a dorm room, laying on a bed as a dark-haired and dark-skinned very nice-looking man adjusted the covers.
I grabbed whatever was closest to me, and it so happened to be their arm. "Stay here. I'm scared."
I heard a small chuckle "I'm just going to put on something more comfortable. I ring finger promise I'll be back in a second."
'Ring finger promise'? Only Blaise and I did that. That must be Blaise then.
"Blaise?" I called as my stomach turned and I felt sick.
"Yes?" he called, and I searched the room for him, finding him shirtless by the foot of the bed.
"I don't feel so well," I said sheepishly and heard Blaise huff as he put on a t-shirt.
"I'm not surprised. How many bottles of whiskey did you have?"
I used my fingers to count before I started laughing. "I don't know! Maybe two, maybe five."
He lifted the covers and slid into bed with me, his cold hands pulling me towards him as he interlocked our legs.
"There's a bucket on the floor if you need to throw up." He said with a sigh as he splayed his cold hands across my stomach, easing my sickness ever so slightly.

"Blaise?" I asked once he had turned the lights off.
"Yes?" he replied with a slight yawn.
"Did you hear what I said back out there?" I asked and Blaise let out a long sigh.
"About your feelings?" he asked, and I nodded before I realized that he couldn't see me.
"Yes."
"I did," Blaise admitted.
"I'm drunk, but they are true."

(...)

I woke up the next morning to the light hitting my face, a splitting headache, and a thirst for some fresh water I couldn't even begin to explain.
I groaned as I turned to avoid the brightness and buried my face in the chest of the person next to me.

I immediately opened my eyes and looked up, finding Blaise smirking down at me. I groaned once more as my headache threatened to kill me and felt Blaise's chest vibrate from his low chuckles. "Good morning, love," Blaise said close to my ear, and I waved my arm around, trying to hit him.
"Shh! Too loud!" I cried and Blaise laughed as he handed me a potion.
"C'mon, drink this. It'll help." I took the potion and downed it in one go.
Once the effects of my hangover began to fade, I looked at Blaise.
"I'm never drinking again," I said and Blaise let out a chuckle as he played with my hair.
"You keep saying that, but you never follow through."
"That's because alcohol is awesome, and I was in desperate need of getting drunk as hell. I had a few things I needed to forget." I said softly, still a bit affected by my hangover. "Why did I end up here anyway? Please tell me I wasn't feeling talkative!" I pleaded and felt Blaise heave out a loud sigh.
"Yeah, can't say that. You told Pansy you'd let me do you in the common room couch and-" Blaise cut himself off and I looked up at him.
"And?"
"And you confessed your feelings for me. You said you were drinking to forget that I didn't reciprocate your feelings." Blaise said and I rubbed my face.
"I really spilled my guts, didn't I?" I asked no one in particular and Blaise grabbed my face, making me look into his eyes.
"You meant it?"
I bit my lower lip, finding his eyes following my move before he was licking his lips.
"You know what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts," I said lowly before I was surprised by Blaise's lips on mine.