“Harry, dear boy!” Professor Horace Slughorn, the bumbling, jovial new Potions teacher, exclaimed as Harry Potter entered his compartment on the Hogwarts Express for lunch.

There was a fair amount of students in there, all of various levels of fame within both the Wizarding World and Hogwarts itself however two people stood out the most to Harry as he slipped into a space in the cramped yet luxurious compartment, ent.

Blaise Zabini, a handsome and popular Slytherin who Harry had never really had any contact with other than the fact that the Zabini boy was mates with Draco Malfoy and Thedore Nott, was sat by the window with a girl under his arm who Harry knew the instant he saw her. Blaise and her were practically royalty and it was hard not to open the daily profit without seeing the prolific couple’s picture on the front page. Harry to admit, they were stunningly beautiful and the sweet girl who had her boyfriend’s long fingers running through her hair in this instance had an air of grace and elegance that you could only achieve after years in High Pureblood Society.

It was no secret how much Blaise adored his girlfriend. From his arm around her waist walking her to her next class to the tender way he held her hand to guide her through the forrest during care of magical creatures, all could see the gentleness and wholehearted affection he had for his darling girl. He thought she was perfect, like most of the student body, yet he was the one to have her.

Of course, that caused all whole lot of jealousy for every boy (and even girl) who laid eyes on her.

All except for Blaise, as nonchalant as ever. He loved to show off his girl and it was even better to have her in his arms at the end of the day knowing he had what no one else did. Her sweet heart.

“You do know them both do you not?” Slughorn asked Harry joyfully, eyes glinting as he turned to the couple who looked more like models than school students.

“Potter.” Blaise greeted formally, still running his fingers through his darlings soft hair.