Zacharias Smith drabbles
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Zacharias Smith/Pansy Parkinson
Her Nose by seaislewitch
He had always wanted to bite her nose.
When she would prance by with that arrogant prat, he'd will her to look at him. She did--many times, but then she'd stick her button nose up in the air and glide away, taking Malfoy's hand.
In sixth year, she walked by alone. When she looked, he pretended to bite something. Surprised, her eyes widened.
"Zach?"
"Where are you off to?"
"A walk."
He slung her rucksack over his shoulder. She took his hand.
Later, he lay on top of her, snogging her dizzy, and then he bit her nose, gently.
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They’re twisted around each other, moments from release; careless and chaotic with their naivety. Grapple of sheets, skin and teeth and three words unmake them, like green light overhead.
“For a HufflePuff, you’re a fucking idiot.” Zacharias dons his cloak, turns to leave.
Ernie pleads, “Zacharias, I was just caught up-”
“No, I’m caught up. Potter. The DA. Now … now this.”
“I only said …”
“You meant it too!” Ernie is exposed and unabashed, glazed with longing. Zacharias merciful but fixed. “With that heart on your sleeve, you’re already good as dead.”
Zacharias does the right thing. He leaves.
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"I thought you hated me." Zacharias' skin is warm, and his hands toy unknowingly with the front of Terry's shirt.
"I'm not my friends."
He wants to push him back against the desk. He wants to kiss him until he stops talking. He wants to see more of that heat in bright blue eyes.
Zacharias gives a slight, crooked smile. He has a dimple, and Terry, bizarrely, wants to lick it. "I noticed that, yeah." He looks down, then tugs at the front of Terry's shirt, backing up against the desk. "So what are you going to do about it?"
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Zacharias and Luna lay in bed, Luna curled up in the curve that Zacharias’s arm created. The former was wearing a self-satisfied smirk. The latter’s eyes were widened to the size of saucers and she was struggling to catch her breath. The former continued to smirk, and waited until the latter had returned to earth enough to realise where she was, what she had been doing and “who” she had been doing it with. He looked at her expectantly.
“Alright!” she exploded. “So you don’t have Loser’s Lurgy after all! But if you expect me to say Snorkacks don’t exist…”
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Words Aren't Needed by cinnamon_sakaki
Justin always thought that if you had nothing nice to say, you shouldn’t say anything at all. Thus instead of listening when Zacharias cornered him and told him about everything that had annoyed him that day, Justin watched the way Zacharias would irritably shake his hair out of his eyes.
“What?” said Zacharias sharply, and Justin blinked. Zacharias rolled his eyes.
“Don’t get so worked up,” said Justin in as soothing a tone as he could.
Zacharias gave him a Look, then slid across the sofa and kissed him.
“?” murmured Justin.
“Mmm,” Zacharias confirmed.
Words weren’t necessary after all.
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