after the battle of hogwarts, theo and blaise broke up
it was as mutual and as amicable as it could be, even if sad, for the two of them
theo just needed time and space to heal and grew up from his bad memories, and blaise felt nothing really tied him to hogwarts, or england, anymore
they saw each other three years later, at a party organised by pansy at her newly opened night club
blaise was back in england, even if moved back and forth between paris, new york and milan; and theo was working at st mungo's
the smile when we saw each other was as time didn't pass by, but their relinking was slow
theo was focused on his job, as so was blaise, and by the beginning, they just talked to each other by muggle texting, with a phone theo didn't really want but that pansy got him for his latest birthday
slowly, the texts became phone calls, and the phone calls became video calls and the video calls became weekly visits to each other apartments
(where blaise would nap with theo's cat curled on his neck while the other had night's shifts, and where they would eat until they felt like bursting thanks to blaise's mother magical lasagne recipe)
it was still slow, and organic, like they were knowing each other for the very first time
like how theo got himself braces to fix the upper line of his teeth and learned russian after he spent some months in a hospital in saint petersburg, or how blaise started to draw again and pondered about taking his n.e.w.t.s
the second christmas after they started to talk again, theo had a night shift over st. mungo's and he complained his cat would be miserable and lonely without him
jokingly, blaise told him he would keep company to wiggentree until he came back
(theo called his cat wiggentree because when he was a child, he always thought touching her would protect him from anything bad, as touching the trunk of the wiggentree would protect you from dark creatures)
it was supposed to be a joke, but when theo came back, when it was more early morning than late night, he found blaise on his couch with a sleepy wiggentree on his lap, and mistletoe hanging from every corner of his apartment
“are you trying to tell me something, zabini?”
“...maybe, is it working?”
“...maybe”
it was theo who kissed him, tiptoeing under some mistletoe and pressing his lips eagerly against his
and the kiss felt like their first kiss, so when they parted, theo looked up at him with stars in his eyes and blaise understood the true meaning of coming back home
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Pairing: Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott
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This is for the @hprarepairnet‘s and @quidditchleaguenet‘s Halloween Challenges!
Blaise Zabini hated Halloween. He found it to be one of the most ridiculous holidays, and he often questioned its very existence and how it was even relevant.
But that wasn’t saying much. Blaise questioned everything, because he was the pretentious type who had to have an answer for everything, and quite frankly, he thought he was better than everyone else and could find the answer to any question.
Questioning things to the point of frustrating others was his lifestyle, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. It was humorous to him, especially when people could not keep up with his intellectual theorizing and detailed tangents.
So, when Pansy asked him to attend her obnoxiously loud and stereotypical Halloween party, he decided not to say no. It would give him an opportunity to make people think and to make a statement. It also gave him a chance to annoy people, which was his favorite pastime.
He was kind of a dick, but those who were friends with him loved him for it.
When he showed up to Pansy’s party, he showed up in a trash bag.
Blaise, for one, did not want to spend money on a costume. Because even though he had pristine taste and a lot of cash, he hated spending money unnecessarily. And two, he wanted people to ask him why he was wearing it.
He was wearing it because it symbolized Halloween. He found it to be garbage; he thought that Halloween was the definition of trash itself. Blaise knew good and well that diehard Halloween fanatics would come up to him and scoff and call him offensive, but he didn’t care. It was his opinion, and he was going to express it in the most passive aggressive way possible.
When Pansy opened her front door, she was wearing a sexy nurse costume. Her boyfriend, who Blaise liked to call by his last name, was already drunkenly hanging on her shoulder from some pre-drinking. His best friend, Ron Weasley, was in the other room yelling loudly at the TV because the opposing football team scored a touchdown.
“Potter, are you already intoxicated?” Blaise asked. He was amused, but Pansy glared at him.
Potter just laughed and slapped Blaise on the back.
“Nice costume, Zabini,” he slurred, “Want a drink?”
“Only if you have scotch.”
Potter rolled his eyes but enacted finger guns in his direction.
“Coming right up!”
Blaise stood there with Pansy as they watched her boyfriend stumble to the kitchen.
“You should know better than to bring the alcohol out before the party,” Blaise teased her, “Your precious Potter and Weasley will be drunk before the first guest even arrives.”
“Shut the fuck up, Blaise,” she swore, “And can you please explain to me why you are wearing a trash bag?”
Blaise grinned.
“It’s to make a statement about how this holiday is trash.”
Pansy rolled her eyes, “You are seriously such a rain on my parade. Please get drunk quickly, or I’m kicking you out.”
A small smile was playing on her lips, so he winked at her and made his way into the kitchen.
Blaise would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed. Most people at the party had the audacity to ignore him, and that just wasn't acceptable.
So, that made him approach Weasley and his girlfriend Granger. They proceeded to get into an argument for twenty minutes over the importance of Halloween. Granger ended up being so offended that she ordered Weasley upstairs to talk about it.
Five minutes later, he swore he heard moaning.
It still amazed him to this day that Weasley could even get a girl, but nonetheless, he was starting to feel more satisfied with his costume.
Until a guy he had never met approached him.
“Are you seriously wearing a trash bag? Please don’t tell me this is your lame attempt to prove that Halloween is a trash holiday.”
Blaise felt his neck heat up, and he clenched his right fist behind his back.
“Like you could come up with anything better?” He asked the stranger coolly, “You’re not even dressed up.”
“Yeah,” the stranger drawled, “Because I hate the holiday.”
Blaise took this as an opportunity to examine him.
He was hot, but in the most understated way. Sure, he was in a suit, but he wasn’t handsome like Draco, for instance. His nose was slightly crooked, and his eyes were a little too close together for Blaise’s taste. But he still couldn’t help but feel intrigued.
“So, if my costume is so bad,” Blaise started, “Please tell me what I should have done instead.”
The stranger smirked and took a sip of his drink. The one thing he didn’t have going for him was that he was drinking beer out of a red solo cup. Naturally, Blaise was drinking from Pansy’s crystal.
“I have no idea what you should have done instead,” the stranger admitted, “But I just felt the need to tell you that your symbolic representation of this shit holiday was a little too predictable.”
“I like your transparency,” Blaise admitted, “Do you have a name?”
The stranger smiled again and took another sip. When he was done with his beer, he set it on the nearest coffee table.
“My name is Theo,” he said, “And I already know who you are. Pansy talks about you all the time. You’re Blaise, right?”
He gave Theo a smug grin and replied, “Yes, I’m Blaise Zabini. Yes, my mother runs Zabini Enterprises.”
“That’s cool,” Theo replied sarcastically.
Blaise perked his brow.
“Are you really this much of an asshole?” Theo asked him, “Or is this just your way to boost your naturally small ego?”
Blaise glared at him, but he ignored his comment.
“How do you know Pansy?” He asked casually.
“We work together.”
“So you’re involved in fashion? It doesn’t look like it based off of that suit.”
Blaise was amused by Theo’s flustered reaction. He looked down at himself, and for the first time, he glared at Blaise. But he surprised Blaise with his response.
“Why don’t we get out of here? If you’re as confident as you say you are, you should prove it.”
Shocked, Blaise’s lips parted slightly. He blinked a few times and examined Theo’s face. His jawline was abnormally sharp. Maybe even sharper than his own.
He gulped.
Without waiting for an answer, Theo grabbed his arm and started dragging him towards the front door. Pansy was laughing with Daphne by the beer pong table when she caught sight of them leaving. She smirked and then called out, “Where are you two going?”
Before Blaise could answer, Theo said confidently, “Oh, Pansy, I’m just taking out the trash.”
The night ended with his trash bag being ripped off, but at least he made a statement.
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