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Prompt: Blaise Zabini mourning the loss of his best friend Astoria Greengrass. Reposted from my old blog. 

If I die young bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses. He had spent the night prior in the Greengrass Manor. There is no way in hell he was letting Daphne wander it alone the night after Astoria had passed. There were flowers and condolences overflowing in their lower levels. Walking by it, made his stomach drop every time he passed it. He wouldn’t be able to rest easy knowing she had to face all that alone. There was one box that was unlabeled but he knew exactly what was inside. Red rose petals. Astoria didn’t ask for much, only that she be buried in a white, satin dress and to be surrounded by red roses. It nearly broke him to read the letter but even more so to comply with her requests. It meant that she had put thought into it. She put some thought into her own passing. For someone so young to not only pass away but plan her own funeral was too much for him to handle. It made it worse when she took a part of him with her. He steadied himself with the railing on the staircase as he made his way upstairs to rest. He knew there was no rest before what was to come tomorrow but he will lie to himself for as long as he could.

Sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. The Greengrass family would rather die than float their beloved down a river but they did agree to playing sweet, love songs at her funeral. They wanted to remember the sweet, young girl that brightened everyone’s mood. Everyone who wasn’t family could only watch from afar. He had the duty of a brother thus he stood by Daphne’s side as the ceremony took its place. She looked at peace but he couldn’t overlook her youth. It was too soon.

And I’ll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom. Her pale skin looked translucent in the white dress that she wore. The rosy hue of the petals almost reflected off her cheeks. Daphne has picked out that dress. It broke her heart to have to oversee its creation but she knew her sister’s request had to be met. It felt wrong to not give her everything she asked of them even if it hurt them to do so.

I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger.  On her finger was an emerald ring. When she was sorted into Slytherin, the youngest Greengrass wasn’t sure that she had belonged. The upperclassmen seemed too cruel for her taste. To convince her that she was a part of the house, Blaise got her a small emerald ring with thing snake as the band. He promised that in order to belong she had to look the part. He spun some tale about it being a royalty’s ring and that she was the crown princess of Slytherin of her year. Not a soul dared to challenge his claim and thus she was the princess. Whether or not she believed it was up to her. He smiled seeing the little jewel on her finger. Even in the face of death she wanted to bring some semblance of happiness to him.

There’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever. Draco stood by his side. Never in his life had he seen him emotional and today was no exception. Their eyes were covered by dark sunglasses though the tear streaks were evident. They were men - Slytherin, pureblood men - so they stood tall, firm, and stoic as they watched as the coffin was lowered into the ground. He placed a hand on his shoulder as if to steady his friend but in reality he needed someone to support him. If they were alone, he would have collapsed onto the ground, sobbing. Over the years, Blaise had come to appreciate Draco. He loved Astoria the way she deserved to be love. Draco knew of the curse but that didn’t stop him from loving her. If anything it strengthened their bond. The bond between the men were also strengthened over the years. He was Scorpius’s god father. When the curse started to show its full strength, he vowed to Astoria that nothing in the world was going to harm that boy. Blaise was willing to fight until his last breath to ensure that boy’s safety. It broke what was left of his heart to know that Scorpius would have to grow up without his mother.

Who would have thought forever could be severed by the sharp knife of a short life. He didn’t remember how but he woke up in a bed. The last thing he remembered was leaving his room and sitting beside the tombstone. He sat in the cold mist talking to it about everything he didn’t get to say to Astoria. His tears were warm against the cold air as they rolled down his cheeks. He couldn’t fully grasp the concept that she was gone. Physically she was gone but her memory remained. Blaise was terrified that one day those memories would become distant. Would he be able to live with himself if he forgets her? Would be ever be able to do that? Right now it seemed impossible but so did Voldemort’s defeat. He didn’t restrain his thoughts. He let them wander into the darkest corners of his minds about the what ifs. Tears kept falling until he couldn’t cry anymore. His body has given up and it was at that moment he felt at peace enough to close his eyes. He didn’t remember how but he woke up in a bed.

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Blaise and Astoria Aesthetic:

I’d kill for you. @littlegreengrxss

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her.

“Help me...” she muttered with her dying breath. Blaise didn’t spare her a second glance. Instead he kicked away her wand and waited until he saw the light leave her eyes before lifting the rubble from her lifeless corpse. Blaise had little sympathy for those who had no use to the Order and from the looks of her injuries she wouldn’t have been able to help even if Molly did her best to heal the girl. He needed people who could them find her not people who would slow them down. Despite joining the Order to preserve wizardkind, Blaise didn’t buy the whole ‘save everyone when you can’ bullshit that they spewed. He was there to ensure three things: the survival of the wizarding world, his own survival, and hers. He hated her with every fiber of his being because if it wasn’t for her, he would be long gone. He could be laying in the sand on some abandoned island, happily wasting away, and yet here he was scouring the latest attack site for survivors in cold, dreary London. 

The sounds of Ron’s signature “Oi!” pulled him away from his fantasy of beachside retirement. A crowd gathered around someone that seemed of value to them. Blaise didn’t bother penetrating the circle that seemed to grow larger as whispers of the victim’s name began to spread — Penelope Clearwater. Wherever Percy was inside that circle, Blaise knew his heart must have broken. Blaise breathed a small sigh of relief for it wasn’t her name that was spoken. He blamed himself for the night she was snatched and has never stopped no matter how many times Potter insisted that it was his fault. Blaise never forgave the boy who lived either but there was another reason for that. 

six months earlier...

Blaise was not a sentimental man. He never celebrated his birthday and had more than enough money to buy his own presents. He only attended holiday parties because she dragged him to it. He never admitted it to anyone besides Draco but truth be told he didn’t know how to act at family gatherings. He had never grown up truly knowing what the word family meant. Draco would be the closest thing he had to a relative despite mother being alive and well on some coast in the Caribbean. Even when her countless relatives cheered with joy at presents and family stories, Blaise felt awkward. He couldn’t relate to the sheer joy and love they tried to shower him in. He was always the one who volunteered to refill drinks or check on the food because he always wore a blank expression on his face during these parties.

This was why when he first began falling for her, he genuinely thought he was sick. One frantic trip to St. Mungo’s and another Floo to Hermione’s flat made him come to terms with the fact that he did indeed have a heart and it could feel emotions other than apathy. It was the beginning of a rather strange arrangement between Hermione and himself. Every two weeks the pair would meet for lunch and she would tell him how to be a better kinder and more caring human being. She had a dry sense of humour, similar to his, and a library in that thick, bushy hair of hers that could educate him for centuries. He learned more and more about her likes and dislikes and Hermione learned that he wasn’t so terrible after all. He was just raised a lot little differently, much like Draco; who also began coming to these lunch meetings because he was far more interested in the teacher than the subject at hand. 

It had always rubbed Blaise the wrong way when Draco had the balls to ask Hermione out on a date because he never had the courage to even begin talking to her. Though being their awkward third date did earn him a real date with her. It was awkward because he was trying too hard and she only went on it as a result of a dare she lost with Ron. None of this became apparent until she suggested to leave the restaurant and head back to his flat for a proper drink. The bar he chose decided to only make sissy drinks that night and all she had wanted was a proper glass of whisky. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest at the mention of this for all he wanted was a proper glass of her. Four glasses in and the truth came out. There were no hard feelings for they were too drunk to feel their bodies let along emotions. Yet, the morning after was hard to explain. She was asleep, pressed against his body, and in his bed despite him remembering clearly that they were on the couch. 

The rest was truly history for everything happened within months. She continued to come over with increasing increments of time until his place became their place. Her family became his and he had no say in it. It was exactly four months before their fourth anniversary that the actions of the Exitium could no longer be ignored. Their violence worsened, their demands grew louder, and their strength in numbers increased. They demanded that muggleborns and half bloods must carry identification to ensure purebloods would not accidentally mate with them. It had been years since Blaise had to worry about blood purity. He never bothered with it the first time around but this time it was personal. 

Millicent Bulstrode was among the few that Blaise trusted with his life. In fact she had her own portkey into the Zabini Manor should the need arise. For most of her life she bought into the blood purity nonsense until she traveled to America to continue her studies, away from the rumours of her old life. There she met a man. A muggleborn man who changed everything she knew about blood purity. Two days after they announced that they were expecting a child, they were taken. It was then clear that the Exitium was not making false threats. Anyone who fraternized with muggleborns and halfbloods were just as bad and deemed unworthy of the new world they wanted to create. 

Blaise wanted to run and hide, as his nature, but she wanted to stay and fight. She never cared for Milli but she was willing to lay down her life to try and find her. His admiration for her grew but he also knew the dangers of reassembling the Order. He wanted to at least make it clear to her and others that no matter what happens his allegiance was to her and only her. He had spent weeks planning it with Hermione. Only she understood that, in the middle of chaos, one needs to create a reason to fight for. He had mistakingly asked Potter for his opinion which led to Potter confessing his feelings for Ginny which led to her taking a walk to clear her head. Had Blaise kept his mouth shut, she would be here. Had Potter had kept his mouth shut, she would be here. Instead, Blaise still carries the ring in his left chest pocket. Every day he pulls it out to remind himself why he was still fighting and that he would never stop until he gets her back. 

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Graduation

His fingers fiddled with the bowtie around his neck. It didn’t feel right. Not that the material was itchy but more so the reason why the tie was there didn’t feel right. It was graduation day. The day he didn’t think he would live long enough to see. To be honest, he didn’t think any of them would be standing here. He imagined the boats, that he would soon board, would have been carrying caskets, each carved with the ornate symbol of their Houses. He surveyed himself in the mirror. Blaise Zabini was dressed in his finest but he felt like shit. Unlike others who were also graduating, Blaise stood alone. He was among the few that remained after the dust had settled. Most of his friends were either convicted during their trials or fled the country. Slytherin only had three boats to guide their graduates across the Lake while Gryffindor had half a dozen. Blaise didn’t want to be here but his mother made damn sure he was. He promised Astoria he would be and that was the only reason he finally stood up to leave. She wanted to see him graduate, it was among her last ‘dying demands’ as he called them. She wanted him to be the figure head for all of their friends who couldn’t make it to this day. 

Despite his coat, the chilly air nipped at his skin. Even the weather deemed him unworthy of beautiful graduation weather. He was almost certain a beam of sunshine will follow the Gryffindor armada while the rest of them would sail through in darkness. “Come along now everyone! Single file line!” shrieked McGonagall as she ran ahead of the pack. He marveled at her strength. They were similar in that most of their friend were dead or gone. They were similar in that the weight of their friends and family’s legacy rests on their shoulders. They were similar in that like a lonely cactus in a dessert, they survived with little to no resources. Their eyes locked for a second and he smiled. A genuine smile to thank her for all her guidance throughout his last year. Without her, he wouldn’t have found his calling. Without her, he wouldn’t have found his sanity. 

“Zabini, my dear boy, head of the boat will you? Stand tall now, like you mean it!” hissed Slughorn. Their eyes never met because Blaise knew as well as anyone that there were tears welling up in the old bat’s eyes. He didn’t think they would make it to today - none of them did. Blaise stepped onto the rickety boat that was charmed to stay put regardless of the pushing and shoving of the graduates. He look out onto the horizon seeing nothing but the calm, dark surface of the Lake. It was almost identical to his first day at Hogwarts. The only difference was that they arrived at sunset and now they depart at sunrise. This was it, this was the last time he would set foot into Hogwarts as a student. Being at the head of the boat was typically reserved for the Head Boy and Girl but today was an exception. Blaise was never a prefect much less a Head Boy but to honor Theo and Millicent he accepted the role for today. His right hand gripped the banner for Slytherins as his left curved around the wand in his pocket. He let out a deep sigh before shouting, “Periculum!” A jet of light shot from his wand and showered the Slytherin boats in green sparks. The boat slipped effortlessly into water and began moving through the Lake. Similar jets of red, yellow, and blue sparks floated above the boats as they moved across the water. From the shores, the professors watched the ethereal scene of the boats gliding across the water, each thankful that the class of 1997 was finally able to graduate. 

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Slytherin squad

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slytherins ++ instagram.

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     muse #3 ➝ the anthomaniac; lover of flowers and nature.

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Blaise Zabini:

was partnered wit Seamus Finnigan during Potions of their fourth year. The project involved boiling down a volatile liquid to get a stable solid. It took them two weeks to figure out the right ingredients and measurements to get the right solid to appear. The boys were rather proud of themselves because they were among the first to achieve the results. Beaming with pride, the pair brought their cauldron with them to class and placed it with the others to be judged. To this day neither of them know who was responsible or how it happened but their cauldron managed to spontaneously combust before it could be judged. Magically and alchemically it made no sense that the solid mass could’ve combusted without any assistance from magic but they managed to do it. It cost both of them the grade for the project but Seamus solidified his reputation for blowing things up and Blaise solidified his for having a knack or lack thereof in potions. @seamvs-finnigan

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Honesty meme!

Send me a symbol for my muse to come clean about:

 ♥ - Something they like about your muse.

 ❦ - Something they hate about your muse.

 ✎ - A reason they’re jealous of your muse.

 ♪ - A secret they’re keeping from your muse.

 ♤ - What they thought about your muse when first meeting.

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Pansy: That was my sarcastic voice.

Blaise: You know, it sounds a lot like your regular voice.

Pansy: I’ve been told that.

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make me choose: theodore nott or blaise zabini for @saintdrarry

hey boy, stop pacing ‘round the room using other people’s faces as a mirror for you this conversation’s not about reciprocation no more but i’m gon’ wait until you finish so i can talk some more about me and my things, my car, my living and how I’m giving it up, giving it up again

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