Harry/Zabini
“Harry, I’d like you to meet my mother, Juliana Zabini.”
Harry’s jaw dropped when he met his boyfriend’s mom, the infamous Black Window. She was just as beautiful as everyone had always described her with long waves of black hair that matched her silky brown skin so perfectly.
“Harry, a pleasure,” she said softly as she offered Harry her hand. “I have heard so much of my Blaise’s amore.”
Harry blushed and had the odd impulse to drop Blaise’s hand. Juliana was just… fuck.
Juliana was so lovely that Harry had no problem imagining why men might marry her still even after her last seven husbands found unfortunate endings.
It was the best and worst summer of Harry’s life.
When Harry and Blaise got in the giant pool behind Zabini Villa, Juliana laid out in a golden bikini that sparkled in the sun and caught Harry’s eyes.
When Harry and Blaise laid on the sofa, watching a film on the magical telly they had, Harry wished it was Juliana’s lap that his head was in.
It wasn’t Harry’s fault that Juliana was beautiful and brilliant and he fell so quickly in love with her that he dumped Blaise the first day of term that year.
“Dear Juliana,
I hope this isn’t too forward, but I would love to take you to dinner and get to know you more.
With the upmost respect,
Harry.”
“Dear Harry,
I will send you a portkey. Bring a bag and stay the weekend, I just got home from a business trip and I find myself incredibly lonely.
With as much disrespect as I can put in ink,
Juliana.”