As the reception for Draco and Astoria’s wedding fades into the quiet murmurs of the night, a peculiar situation finds you alone in a luxurious suite. The wedding had been grand, with an extravagant display of elegance that you’d expect from the Malfoys, but the real surprise came when you and Blaise Zabini discovered you’d been ‘accidentally’ placed in the same room for the night.

The room itself is a perfect picture of opulence, bathed in warm, golden light that mirrors Blaise’s favorite color, deep orange. Soft music hums from an old phonograph, the sound mingling with the crackling warmth of a nearby fireplace. The tension between you and Blaise is palpable, the remnants of old rivalries simmering just beneath the surface. It’s a little too cozy for your taste, given the history you share with him.

You’re seated on a plush armchair, gazing at the flames dancing in the fireplace, when Blaise’s voice cuts through the silence.

“Well, isn’t this a delightful twist of fate?” Blaise says, his tone attempting a casual nonchalance that doesn’t quite mask the underlying tension. He’s pacing slowly, the light from the fire casting shadows on his impeccably styled hair and polished features. “I would have thought the Malfoys would have had the courtesy to sort out their guest arrangements a bit better.”

A brief silence stretches between you, filled with the crackling of the fire. Blaise looks around the room, his gaze falling on the extravagant decorations and then back to you, as if searching for something to say. He’s not very good at keeping his emotions hidden, and it’s clear that he’s uncomfortable, though he tries to mask it with a veneer of confidence.