[hp] Fall in love at Hogwarts

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Blaise is two years younger than you. You are very good-looking and have a free-spirited personality.

Gloria Shafiq = you

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To be honest, there are too many good-looking boys in this new class of Hogwarts.

Leaving aside Harry Potter, who attracted most people's attention - that guy's parents were already leaders of that generation, so it was natural that he would be good-looking. It is confirmed that among the purebloods who are about to come to the Slytherin table, there are two good-looking, unfamiliar faces that you have never seen before, even though Draco's hair, which has been coated with hair gel many times, is a bit dazzling under the reflection of the layers of candlelight. , you still can't ignore the people around him.

It is human nature to like beautiful things. You never find any excuse for your appearance, and you just do whatever you want to do. At first you thought Hufflepuff's Cedric was good-looking, and you happily went to his support group for a while. You even watched Gryffindor's Oliver play a few of his games. You only focused on the beauty itself, not Pay attention to the accessories on it.

Probably because you stared at a few people for too long, one of the boys turned his head and looked at the Slytherin table. He couldn't confirm who was looking at them at first, so he looked around vaguely, and finally saw you smiling.

He looked at you carefully and smiled at you. The charming face that had been put away because he was still young was radiating attraction towards you with teeth and claws at the end of his eyes. He would not give you more. After laughing for a moment, he turned back and quickly subdued the vague feeling of seduction.

Oh, what a beautiful display of charm.

You whistled to him in your mind and applauded the new students who came to the Slytherin table with a smile.

You know who he is, Blaise Zabini, the son of a widow who became famous for having had seven husbands and receiving their vast inheritances.

The elders in the family will occasionally talk about Mrs. Zabini during tea chats, usually with a slightly contemptuous and teasing tone. They are best at inflicting ill will on other women - especially if you can hear the slightest hint of envy in the elders' words. hour.

Just by looking at Brace, you can catch a glimpse of the demonized face of this legendary lady. You watch his sorting with relish, as if you are watching a wonderful drama. He walked towards the Slytherin table and looked at you again.

You knew he was coming because your last name was Shafiq.

However, things did not progress as boringly as you imagined. The boy did sit opposite you, but that was because Draco had already been crowded with pendants Pansy, Goyle and Crabbe. He glanced around and was still frowning. Mei gave up her position opposite Draco and came to stand in front of you.

"Brace Zabini." He introduced himself like this, with his slightly raised head wiping away the attractive charm from the corners of his eyes, and smiling, revealing his sharp and unflattering fangs, "Hello, senior sister. "

You laughed out loud and tapped the table with your knuckles twice, "Ignorant brat."

Too much attention makes others unhappy, so it will also make you unhappy.

Blaise didn't wait for you to introduce yourself at the table. After the food appeared, you withdrew your attention from him, completely pretending that this person didn't exist.

It's best this way, don't always pounce on me because of this beautiful skin, just like a bee that smells honey.

Blaise, who lowered his head to cut the food, thought like this, even if he knew you were a Shafiq - yes, he had seen you at a party, and the dazzling Shafiq lady could always attract the attention of the whole audience. focus.

Everyone was praising your appearance and ability. You shook the red wine in your hand and didn't even bother to smile to deal with people. You lazily leaned against the pillar and lowered your eyes.

He looked absolutely disgusting.

Blaise, who stared at the spot for a long time, came to a conclusion.

The little farce at the beginning of school was quickly forgotten by you. You were pampered by your family and basically did everything based on your mood. Since others were making you unhappy, there was no need to let your mood get worse.

There are so many cool things to see in Hogwarts, and Blaise Zabini is not the only one.

The not-so-easy schoolwork and Quidditch team training kept you too busy to think about anything else. Flint had been angry ever since he knew that Gryffindor made an exception and recruited Harry Potter as Seeker. I wish I could train several times more and even be as good as Oliver. Oh, at least Oliver still has a face to look at, Flint doesn't.

This feeling became even stronger after Slytherin lost to Gryffindor. Seriously, why is there such a big difference in the captain's looks? Does being lectured by Flint feel the same as being lectured by Oliver?

"Are you here to compete or to see his face??" When Flint was angry, you were always afraid that his teeth would fly out. You frowned and looked away, not wanting to damage your eyes.

"I didn't give up." You said lazily, "You have to know that I still got the majority of the points."

You feel that you have worked hard enough to get around Oliver's goal and score so many points under the attack of the Weasley twins. You will not fall behind at all when it is time to fight for the academy.

Flint said with a sullen face through gritted teeth, "Just wait," and then went back to training the poor Seeker.

The Quidditch Cup was terminated the next year because of the Chamber of Secrets, and Flint couldn't do anything to you even if you completely left practice out of campus life. But as soon as school started in the third year, you had almost forgotten about the Quidditch match, and you were caught on the field by Flint.

"You took in another junior?" You glanced at Blaise, "Forget Draco, what's going on? I'm not a goalkeeper, shouldn't you let Miles (goalkeeper's name) take him? "

Your captain grinned, and you swore you saw a hint of 'playfulness' in his eyes.

"Not eye-catching this time?" he said. "If he can defend the ball you throw, then we can defend most of the chaser's attacks."

You glared at Flint.

The courses for the upper and lower grades are staggered, so you can see less of Brees, and there are even fewer opportunities to talk to him. Due to the poor impression he left at the beginning of the school year, this is the first time he has entered school. You talk to him for the second time.

"Sorry to trouble you." He also looked reluctant, so don't be awkward.

"Gloria Shafik." You introduced yourself, "Study hard, otherwise Flint will catch me talking about it for a semester, and I don't want his face to be all I can think about."

You scrunched up your face in disgust at the thought of that image.

The boy who had drawn a lot of money looked at you silently for a while. It wasn't until you urged him to get on the broom a little impatiently that Blaise slowly smiled at you.

The same smile full of charm and attraction as before the separation.

In this way, you are forced to spend more time with the younger students. It is really refreshing to have new and good-looking faces in the team. At least you will not be so reluctant to come to training.

Getting along with Blaise is not as unpleasant as you imagined. He is not a person who will please you, but he is not someone you will hate either. He is a very standard young master of a pure-blood family, arrogant and mean but extremely charming - —Mostly due to his good-looking appearance.

He has a very high vision, and nine out of ten girls will get red circles in their eyes due to his arrogance and leave in tears, but this never affects his popularity.

"Tsk, tsk, poor girl." You shook your head in regret for the school girl who covered her face and left, "There are very few girls who are rejected by Seid with red eyes. You are drawing negative points for Slytherin. "

"That's so true. Have you ever been rejected?"

The sunlight outside the window happened to shine in, and the small spot of light illuminated the bottom of his eyes covered by long eyelashes. A few unknown emotions hit your eyes from those brown eyes, and you subconsciously took a step back.

This step is not enough to get you out of his shadow range. It is only now that you realize that the boy in the first grade who looked at you with his head raised has grown so fast and is already much taller than you.

"Have you ever been rejected?" Blaise asked again.

You suddenly wanted to laugh, so you turned your head and laughed out loud according to your mood. Under his puzzled eyes, you said a few words in a good mood: "What does it have to do with you?"

The look in Blaise's eyes was so intense it could make it rain. On the way to the court, he took unusually long strides, leaving you far behind.

Draco, who witnessed everything, raised his eyebrows and came over: "Wow, a lit powder keg."

"Senior, do you hate Blaise?"

"Are you okay?" You watched Blaise fly into the sky on his broom and turned your eyes back to Draco, "Why do you ask that?"

"...You never said a word to him...I said before joining the team..."

Deliberately glancing in the direction of Blaise with your peripheral vision, you unexpectedly felt a gaze. You were overjoyed and patted the confused Draco: "He asked for it."

Blaise Zabini was simply looking for trouble.

Because Miles accidentally injured his arm, Brees, who was urgently caught by you for a semester of training, flew to the goalkeeper's position under Flint's expectant (threatening) eyes.

"You even blocked my ball, but there's no point in missing someone else's."

He adjusted the direction of his broom and glanced at Hufflepuff's chaser Cedric casually: "I will at least be better than him."

Oh yes, yes, the young man has a strong jealousy and competitive spirit, and he doesn’t know what a goalkeeper and a seeker can compare to.

You smiled tremblingly under Flint's sharp gaze, and finally recovered.

The goalkeeper who was trained by You Devil, who has been praised for his Quidditch talent more than once, has obviously adapted well to the official game. He blocked the enemy's goals one after another, and his confident look was simply shining.

You won the game.

Draco proudly held up the Golden Snitch and showed it off. Several other teammates hugged each other to celebrate. You walked towards Blaise, who had managed to break away from Flint's embrace not far away, and smiled at him.

"You looked very confident when you were guarding the gate just now." You took out a spare handkerchief to wipe his sweat. The boy looked down at you slightly, asking your purpose of coming.

"When will you feel more confident about pursuing me?"

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I was so happy to write this, hahaha, I want you to give him a straight shot!

You still have a slight fondness for Blaise, and this junior is quite interesting, so Blaise still has a long way to go to pursue his wife~ But fortunately, you don’t have a love rival. You are just a manipulator of looks, not sentimental.

Blaise fell in love with you at first sight. You are similar but different from his mother. He feels inferior and awkward.

While subconsciously wanting to smile at you, he was also resisting in his heart, which led to a bad first impression. In fact, it was the kind of behavior of a boy who wanted to impress a girl by bullying her when he was young. But you don't accept this behavior at all. And I find it annoying to be so arrogant in front of you.

Just because you haven't talked to you for two years doesn't mean that he doesn't care about you anymore. He was waiting for a suitable opportunity to get to know you. Unexpectedly, he had to get in front of you after waiting for two years. Draco's question was just to help his friend.

As for Blaise's character, he is not more playboy-like than the mainstream setting, but he is still blessed with charm. After all, Mama is too legendary. After reading the original excerpt, I still think he is a standard Slytherin who is arrogant and lonely. (w`) If any friends think that I am OOC, please don’t scold me.