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Note: One-shot. Lovely, isn't it? Dedicated to my favourite reviewers: x-comehome & Amelia Bedelia. (If anyone wants a fic to be written in whichever plot they can think of in my style please review and tell me because I will do so. Thank you.)

Ginny smiled sheepishly as she looked down on to the empty Quidditch Field, admiring the peace and quiet, the green grass and the soft blows of wind.

It was not usually so empty, usually; teams would come down and practice till fifteen minutes before dinner. Awkward, boys were.

A 'Nimbus 2001' was held in her petite hands, while she mounted it and took off around the Quidditch Pitch. The only problem was, she was wearing the school-skirt. The skirt being quite, short, was the problem.

Golden sunlight streamed the air as she flew past the Quidditch goalpost and low across the stretch of grass. Her red hair whipped behind her, at times hitting her face, causing a little sting, but she didn't care. Her dark blue eyes glittered as she urged the broom to go faster and faster.

It was then she didn't see the tall black-haired boy watching her from above, his indigo eyes sparkling.

Ginny's skirt inched higher and higher as she rose towards the warm-coloured sky: red, orange, yellow with dashes here and there of light pink. The boy's eyes followed her and watched her every move with a smile. Ginny was totally oblivious to this.

Suddenly, she slipped off her broom, and started hurtling to the ground. The boy dashed down the stairs practically flying and ran across the pitch. He could not hear her scream, but was sure she was scared. He skidded to a halt and caught her; he fell backwards and landed on the soft grass.

And what was she doing?

She was laughing her head off. When she finally noticed who had caught her she stopped, shocked and surprised.

Blaise?

He smiled warmly down at her. She weakly smiled back, "Why did you catch me?"

He whispered softly, "I always wanted to catch you when you fell, and now I can." She blushed, knowing that she was in the arms of one of the most mysterious and polite boys in all of Slytherin, hell even Hogwarts.

"Thanks." She said, wriggling around in his arms, "But I would like to get down now, thank you."

He slowly set her down. He was about to turn and leave when she asked him, "You want a ride?" He turned around slowly, "On my broom, of course." Ginny blushed.

"I know you were referring to that, though, what did you think I was thinking, Ms. Weasley?" He smirked at her, earning a deep crimson blush from her.

Laughter bubbled from his mouth and he replied, "Yes, I would like a ride, though, maybe, may I be the one to control the broom, if you may let me?"

"Of course." She agreed, handing her broom over. He mounted the broom and waited for her as well. They kicked off and he sped the broom off towards the towering mountains and the bright sunset.

The wind whipped against their bodies, Ginny gripped on to Blaise's waist and hugged tighter. His cheeks were tinted pink, and he grinned sheepishly.

Ginny admired the spectacular view from such height, and being up there with Blaise was so much more worthwhile. "It's so – beautiful." Ginny commented in awe.

"Yeah. I found this view when I saw flying, trying to clear my head, you know?" Blaise said staring at the view in front of him. "I try and clear my head once in a while. It helps."

He swivelled around so he faced Ginny. "So. Why aren't you on the Gryffindor team? You have a knack for flying. I can see."

Ginny looked down. "Well. I'm scared I'm not good enough." She spluttered.

"Not good enough?" Blaise was taken aback, "Bloody hell, if they won't accept you, then you want to join our Quidditch team? I mean for goodness sake Malfoy isn't exactly a star-player."

Ginny looked in to his eyes and smiled. "You really mean it?"

He nodded. She grinned and hugged him tightly. "Thanks." She whispered softly in to his ear. He shuddered at her soft voice inwardly blushing.

They sat on the hovering broom arms around their shoulders.

Sadly, they did not notice a certain other Weasley walk across the Quidditch Field to practice, but he could spot his sister. Being in a house hold where pranks were pulled on him by the Weasley twins, you had to keep an eye out for them and their stupid jokes.

"Ginny!" He bellowed.

"Fuck." She muttered under her breath. She was about to say hide, but remembered they were...too high up in the air. "Damnit. Ron, always scaring away any boy who talks to me, my stupid carrot-headed brother."

"It's okay." Blaise reassured her. "I'm sure he can't beat me up..."

She raised an eyebrow, "So sure of yourself aren't you?"

He nodded and then chuckled, "Hell yes." She laughed at this. From down below, it was not such a reassuring sight for her brother.

"Ginny Weasley, get your ass down here!" Ron screamed at the top of his lungs, his face turning red from the anger boiling up inside him.

To make matters worse, when Ron was concentrating very hard on looking at Ginny. Blaise lent over and kissed her. Right there, in front of god and everyone. Ron shielded his eyes and mumbled over and over again, "My eyes, my eyes, my eyes..."

Blaise kissed Ginny with all the love that he had kept from her those many years. He loved her with all his heart and never dared told her in fear of rejection or even worse, Ginny wouldn't give him the time of day, hate him even more and love someone else.

Little did he know that Ginny felt exactly the same way. Oh god how life screws with you.

Ron mounted his broom and kicked off from the ground, anger clouding his view. He concentrated on knocking Blaise off his room, forgetting that Ginny was as well. Instead of knocking Blaise off, he knocked off Ginny.

Ginny started hurtling to the ground Blaise dove off after her. Ron was so shoked he just hung in midair. Blaise was nearly closing in on her, though her delicate frame made her faster for gravity. Nearly, only need hand-width.

There.

He caught her hand and hugged her close to his chest. "Bloody fucking hell, don't ever scare me like that!" Blaise muttered to her. She was too shaken up to answer. Blaise just embraced her closer.

"I love you." She whispered before closing her eyes gently.

"And I always will." He whispered back, knowing she could not hear him. Like that his mood changed, he turned on Ron, "You stupid arse. You know what happened just now? You nearly killed your sister! Your only sister, I might add!"

With that Blaise stormed off to the Hospital Wing with Ginny cuddled limply in his arms and against his chest.

After a few days, Ginny recovered and left the Hospital Wing. Blaise was the first one who greeted her so enthusiastically, hugging her tightly and kissing her all over her face. Oh how she loved him.

Slytherins looked on in disgust as their fellow Slytherin held such love for a traitorous Gryffindor as well as a disgrace to purebloods. But they didn't care.

Even though when Blaise wrote to his parents about them being together, they opposed, but then seeing their only son filled with such joy that the Dark Lord had not promised, they grew to like Ginny more and more. Mrs. Zabini grew very fond of Ginny.

Mrs. Zabini was the only pureblood witch, Ginny knew, to cook all the meals herself, which might she add, were delicious. And naturally being the only girl in the Weasley family she was the best cook, even surpassing her mother. Now that was something.

For now they loved each other dearly, and wouldn't let any day pass without being with each other.

Hey. They were only 17. This life is no fairytale.

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