I like to think that Blaise became an Auror after the war :) Something you'll probably see in all my Blaise fanfics
Day Four: "I am just like my mother. When she is upset, she cooks." (Criminal Minds)
It wasn't every day that Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, the great Chosen One, asked if he could go home with you.
And fine, chances were that he'd only asked to go to Blaise's flat because he'd been kicked out of his own and it wasn't likely he'd be welcomed by any of his angry girlfriend's family clan and Blaise happened to be the last one in the Auror office whom Potter knew at the time. Chances were more than likely that Potter simply needed a place to go that wasn't going to offend his fiery girlfriend.
Still.
Blaise leaned on the kitchen counter by his muggle toaster, a fascinating contraption that he'd stolen from Pansy's flat. As the toaster heated up behind him, he eyed Harry openly.
The savior did not look so heroic when he was slouched on Blaise's kitchen chair, green eyes unfocused and probably thinking about whatever problems he had with Ginny Weasley (Blaise hadn't asked; he'd felt uncomfortable enough as it was). His black hair was unkempt and robes still ruffled from a day's worth of worth and heartbreak.
"You know," Blaise ventured to fill the silence. "Maybe you could help with dinner. It may make you feel better."
When Potter didn't answer, Blaise continued, "For example, I am just like my mother. When she is upset, she cooks. Like I am doing now." He gestured toward the toaster.
Potter stopped brooding to comment wryly, "If that is what you call cooking, Zabini, then you've got a lot to learn."
"By all means, insult me while I house you in my flat."
Harry leaned back. "I'm sorry. I'll leave soon. Hermione said she's getting home at nine."
"Granger, eh? Is she still dating Ron Weasley? Because he might try to get at you through her, you know. Not that I know of your problems," he added at Harry's glare. "It's just that those Weasleys are everywhere - I find it hard to imagine that you can avoid them all. If you solve your problems with the Weaslette, then that would be much easier for you."
Potter remained silent. Blaise hoped his toast would pop out soon because Potter was a horrible conversationalist when despondent.
But to his surprise, Harry suddenly stood and said, "You're right." His green eyes met Blaise's brown ones and he nodded firmly. "I'll talk to Ginny. Thanks, mate. I'll see you tomorrow."
And with no further adieu - maybe Potter was just a bad conversationalist in general - he Apparated away, evidently eager to get back with his redhead girlfriend.
Shaking his head in slight bemusement, Blaise turned to his toaster and grabbed a plate from the cupboard. It was a shame that Potter hadn't stayed to experience his cooking.