Hope you all enjoy. What you don't recognize is mine, whatever you do is JK Rowling's. This story is in slight relation to Chasing Chocolate. Please read that fic if you wish to understand this one better, thank you. Fair warning: Ginny/Blaise
-princecharprincesswit
She could feel the warmth of the air kissing her cheeks. Summer was so, very near that it took all of Ginny's willpower not to bounce. She gazed at the lake in all its glorious summer colors of green and blue.
She felt like swimming. Oh Merlin, how she felt like swimming. She tiptoed from her spot under the great oak tree, closer to the edge of the lake.
The students of Hogwarts were also out and about, roving and frolicking, enjoying the brilliant, not-quite-there-yet-but-almost-there summer day.
She could see from here standpoint Hermione and Draco (she had called him that ever since Hermione and Draco had been officially in a relationship). She was so glad for them, smiling at the memory. First they were enemies, now they end up engaged. Fate just has a bloody-brilliant sense of humor.
Ginny was grinning now. Nobody was near her. Her brother was off again with some chit, Harry was snoozing back in the Commons. Perfect. A perfect opportunity presented in front of her.
She gazed at the lake again. The Great Squid was nowhere in sight. She made a quick survey around her.
'Good, good,' she thought 'no one is near'.
She made a hasty grab for her worn Mary Janes and tugged. Next came her socks. She scrambled to the water edge and dunked her feet. An involuntary sigh left her throat. She wiggled her toes a bit, finding the water pleasantly cool.
A deep, somehow familiar voice rumbled chuckling behind her. Wondering who it was, she turned, a gasp stuck at her throat. There, outlined by the sun was Bliase Zabini, looking for all the world like a sculpture by Michelangelo himself.
"May I join you, Ginerva?" he asked.
That's what Ginny liked abut him. He always said her real name, not Ginny, as if he liked the sound of her name rolling off his tongue. She certainly did.
"If I say no?" Ginny said imperiously, turning her nose up at him (hard to do since she was on her bum and him on his feet).
"Aw, shucks, move over, love," Blaise said as he sat himself beside her.
When Ginny thought that no one was out to disturb her, she had forgotten about him. Ever since Hermione's dating Draco, some Slytherins have become quite adopted friends of the Gryffindor House. Ginny and Blaise had an odd sort of friendship.
They instinctively knew what each other felt and needed. Really odd is that Ginny was always quite drawn to Blaise, no matter how hard she tried not to.
Blaise was removing his own socks ad shoes. Ginny could see a faint reminiscent look in his eyes, and an expression in them that said he wanted to capture the moment forever.
The day was warm and Ginny had discarded her robes to the side, loosened her tie and popped the two top buttons off her shirt. She noticed Blaise doing the same thing.
Suddenly, without quite meaning to the words slipped past her lips in a fond sigh, much like the reflection in his eyes,
"I wish we wouldn't have to leave."
She didn't feel shy, telling Blaise that when she would've felt mortified at others discovering her feelings for Hogwarts. Even just by sitting next to him, feet dipped in the pond, she felt secured.
Odd.
"Ginerva, when we're all out of Hogwarts, promise me that we'll still be friends." He had turned to her, his eyes as intense as his voice.
Ginny looked at him, knowing suddenly that he was worried about graduating.
"Blaise, don't be worried," she replied.
They both knew she wasn't referring only to their friendship, but about the future as well. A knot formed in her stomach, having the knowledge that in night not be their future, but a hope flaring that there will be a future eased the odd pain of emptiness in her gut.
Blaise sat beside her whistling a tune and she joined in. She was going to miss him. He stood up, dragging her with him and held her close dancing. She was laughing and so was he dancing to the music of memories of laughter, joy, and tears. He started whistling again and spinning her. She was laughing and, again, so was he.
The class photographer, compiling photos for the year book came by and took a shot of them, happy and dancing. When she looked up at his merry eyes and stared into their deep sapphire pools, she discovered something: she was in love with Blaise Zabini, her friend.
That was not supposed to happen, she thought.
But it just did.