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Blaise was sitting in one of the library’s dusty corners, going through his history essay, when he caught sight of a certain Gryffindor- Harry Potter. The Gryffindor’s hair was messy and his shirt was sticking out of his trousers in an endearing way.
Harry was going through one of the shelves, picking out books and putting them on a pile next to him. There was another pile levitating next to him which Blaise assumed was a stack that Harry read.
“You’re as bad as Miss Granger, Harry,” for the first time in his life Blaise saw Pince smile. Wow. The old woman grabbed the stack that was levitating.
“That is impossible,” Harry said in mock disbelief. “The book on the greeks was really interesting, thank you,” Harry sent Pince a charming smile over his shoulder, at which the woman merely shook her head and walked away. It seemed that the librarian was fond of Harry. Blaise had to admit that he was impressed; it wasn’t everyday that Pince called a student by their first name and smiled at them.
After a moment of more book hunting, Harry sat down a couple table’s from Blaise and opened one of the books. Blaise resumed reading through his essay and editing it. Occasionally though, his eyes would flicker from time to time to Potter.
Around an hour later (in which Potter had gone through half of the thick tom, damn that boy read fast), Potter closed the book and went through his school bag. He took out a pad and a pencil, flicked some pages in and started drawing. Blaise went back to his own work, but carried on glancing at Harry from time to time. He didn’t know that he would draw.
Some half hour later, something white appeared in the corner of his sight which made him look up. He almost laughed when he saw what Potter was showing him. There he was, drawn perfectly in Potter’s journal, his drawn-on eyes glancing up. The drawing seemed alive, as if the drawing would actually start breathing.
“I guess I wasn’t as discreet as I thought I was, huh?” Blaise looked down in slight embarrassment at getting caught.
Harry smiled slightly, almost shyly.
“Nope,” he popped his p and shook his head.
“In my defense Miss Pince did call you by your first name. How could I not look at someone with that kind of status?” Harry laughed quietly.
“Can I see it closer?” Asked Blaise, gesturing with his hand at the drawing.
“Sure,” Harry moved his stuff, as Blaise moved to sit next to him.
“Wow,” the drawing was so detailed and drawn so well. He turned to look at Harry and saw him blushing at the awe.
“May I write something on it? Don’t worry I won’t ruin the perfection,” the blush deepened. Silently, Harry passed him his pencil.
Blaise wrote something down, in the corner of the page. Harry giggled when he read it.
‘Approved by the muse, Blaise Zabini.’
“I guess you were my muse,” said Harry, wiggling his eyebrows the previous shyness gone.
This time, Blaise felt his own face heat up.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should,” Harry said. Was Potter flirting with him? Blaise coughed awkwardly.
“So, how long have you been drawing, painting?” Asked Blaise, curiously.
“For as long as I remember, “ Harry smiled at some of the memories ‘ my favourite lessons had been art lessons.’ Harry didn’t add that, in truth those were the only times he would draw and paint; the Dursley’s would never let him.
“Paints seem to hate me. Each time I pick up a paint brush, the end result would be a brown canvas,” Blaise pouted slightly which made Harry chuckle.
“Blaise Zabini, not perfect at everything? I can hardly believe it,” Harry faked shock and (dramatically) placed a shaky hand over his forehead.
“Oh, shut up,” Blaise elbowed Harry’s side.
“So, what do you like reading?” Blaise nodded at the pile of books. He smiled when he saw the Gryffindors eyes light up and start talking excitedly about the books he reads. Blaise couldn't help but notice how Harry's hands moved along his talking. They talked quietly, sometimes laughing, until Pince had to literally kick them out.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Harry asked hesitantly, a light blush appearing on the top of his cheeks. ‘How didn’t I notice how adorable he is?’
“Can’t wait,” the Slytherin smiled a bit at him.