AN: I have a whole bunch of Harry Potter OCs running around inside my head and one of them happens to be Thomas Zabini, the son of Blaise Zabini and Parvarti Patil. I loan my OCs out to a friend, so if you see them in another story, that's why. Drabble.
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing. Oh. Wait. I own Thomas cause I made him up. Oh yeah, eat that! And Alexander, who's mentioned for like, half a second. Oh yeah.
Thomas Zabini looked up from the book he was reading in the library as Roxanne Weasley slammed a potions book down onto the table in front of him. "You're going to help me with this bloody essay" she growled, sitting down next to him.
Thomas blinked in surprise, not quite used to Roxanne talking to him.
They passed each other in the corridors once and a while, but she was a Ravenclaw and they normally had classes with Hufflepuffs, while Slytherins had classes with Gryffindors.
"Don't just stare at me like you're deaf, Zabini, help me figure out this essay!" Roxanne ordered, pointing at her potions book. Thomas looked at the book, then back up at the girl in front of him.
He decided to make things difficult, and smirked.
"You're the Ravenclaw here, figure it out for yourself, I promise you, it's not that hard and learning it without my help will make the fact that you were able to all the more exciting, won't it?" he asked, grinning at her, before lifting the book he was holding back up to cover his face again.
Roxanne grabbed it roughly out of his hands and threw it behind her.
Thomas watched it go, his jaw dropped open in slight shock. She ignored this and pointed at the book.
"Are you going to help me, or will I have to hex you?" she growled.
Thomas sighed in defeat and pulled the book closer to him, watching out of the corner of his eye as Roxanne moved closer as well and rested her hand on his shoulder in order to see the book and her essay.
He gulped and tried to focus.
An hour later, her essay was completely written and she stood quickly, almost knocking Thomas over when he tried to do the same at the same time. "Steady there, Zabini, it's a wonder you're able to stay on a broom" Roxanne teased.
"I could say the same for half of your family" Thomas replied, smirking.
Roxanne looked at him for a few moments, and under her gaze, Thomas felt a blush creep up onto his cheeks. She smiled and leaned up.
Thomas gulped again, but when she was a couple inches away from his lips, she turned and kissed his cheek, before spinning on her heel and rushing out of the library.
He watched her go, the blush on his face growing when Alexander Parkinson snorted at him from a couple tables away.
He sat back down, laying his head in his arms and groaning loudly.
Roxanne Weasley was going to be the death of him.