If I don't call you:
it's because I'm waiting for you to call me
When I walk away from you mad:
Follow me
When I stare at your mouth:
Kiss me
Parvati Patil was sitting on the Quidditch Pitch. She'd found that this was the perfect spot to come to when she needed peace and quiet.
The sky was overcast and she could only see about three feet in every direction.
"Parvati?" A voice said from the fog behind her.
She turned. A handsome, brown haired, brown eyed, Slytherin was walking toward her out of the fog.
"What do you want, Zabini?" She turned back around and folded her arms over her chest.
"Why won't you talk to me?" he asked.
"You really don't get it do you?" Parvati growled.
"Get What!?"
She turned to face him. "I have been talking to you because over the summer you should have owled me. I'm not supposed to owl you, Blaise you idiot!" She threw her arms into the air.
She walked right past him and disappeared.
He followed her. "Parv!" He caught up to her quickly and grabbed her arm.
She swung around. "What, Blaise? Are you going to say sorry? Do you know how many people have told me sorry? None of them ever even meant it!"
"Parvati Shay Patil, I am truly sorry. I never meant to hurt you."
"Blaise, you were snogging my ex-best friend! You really think I'll forgive that easily!"
"I was kinda hoping you would. Parvati, I'm sorry. Lavender was never what I wanted! If you would've listened to me you would've heard that she attacked me seconds before you rounded that corner. I wasn't kissing her."
"Fine, I guess I'll forgive you." She stared at his lips.
He smirked and bent down to kiss her.