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"Seeing Red"
Theo will never understand Blaise Zabini.
For the first years, he was that classmate that glared at him all the time, then he was the classmate Theo stared at all the time. Then, some weeks ago, he was that classmate that Theo slept with, and right after it, the classmate that he avoided and was avoided by.
And now, Blaise was the classmate that after days and days of avoiding him, was fuming at Theo.
"She likes you" he hisses.
"She whom?" Theo asks mildly, not looking at him.
"Greengrass" Zabini spits the name.
"Don't be an idiot," Theo replies.
"You're the idiot who doesn't see it," Zabini is leaning closer to him.
Theo finally looks at him, and looking at Zabini, he realized long ago, is like looking at dark shades of brown. Dark, tempting, bittersweet.
He imagines that what Zabini sees while looking at him is shades of grey, for his eyes, his pale skin and dark hair.
What he doesn't know, because he'll never understand Zabini, is that right now, it's not grey that he sees.
Zabini only sees red in that moment.
And the red is a mess of passionate tones, either anger – with brownish, greenish jealousy - and rage and the need to see blood; but passion by itself, as he looks at Theodore, and feelings he denies existing.
"She's just a friend, and you have nothing to do with it," Theo finally replies.
But Zabini wants to have something to do with it, because now he's kissing Theo, hungrily and angrily, with his eyes closed, but still seeing red.
And Theo doesn't understand, he never truly will, and he doesn't even know what is Zabini now, if the classmate who shagged him, the one who ignores him, the one who hates him, or the one who he really enjoys to kiss.
He's all of them and that's exactly what Theo wants.