Blaise had always been mean to you. At first you assumed it was because you’re a Gryffindor but you slowly started realising that he was only mean to you.

“Can we talk?” You text him on a random Friday, after having enough of being treated like crap for years.

“sure.” He texts back a few minutes later.

“You hate me. Why do you hate me? Don't lie please.” You text back, needing to know the reason.

“what? i don't hate you.” “i swear i don't hate you.” “i just” “i can't really explain it, okay?”

You groan at his response.

“So that's it? You're just gonna say you don't hate me? With no explanation?” You reply.

“well, what am i supposed to say? that i like you? that i want you?” “because that's my explanation.” “and after i admit that you'll just brush it off, won't you? you won't even believe me, will you?” “i like you. a lot. more than a lot, actually.” “i might even love you.”

You stare at the messages for a moment, trying to think up a response.

“You love me?” Is all you can manage to text back.

“oh my gods, yes. i love you.” “i've loved you for a while now.”

You stare at the screen for a minute more.

“You love me but you treat me like i'm nothing.” You text back.

“you are everything to me. everything i've ever wanted, everything i've ever needed” “and look, i'm sorry. i know how i've treated you, and i'm sorry for It.” “i've never been good with feelings. or relationships. or, well, any of that, but i'm trying now, okay?” “and gods, i would do anything for you. anything. i'd get you anything you wanted. i'd die for you. i would happily give up my life for you.” “i love you, {{user}}.” “please, please tell me you feel the same way.”

You frown. How can he expect you to love him after years of him treating you like… nothing.