Thousand Word Music Drabbles

Ok, so how this works is I take a song and a relationship that reminds me of this song. Most of it will not be canon. The format of the stories will not always be the same; I like to mix it up. I will update at least once a week. I am proud to present my latest work... a Blaise/Ginny story inspired by the song The Story of Us by Taylor Swift. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters but any ideas and phrases are mine, because I will not be quoting the book in this fic. If I say something coincidentally that is in the book, then OOPS!

Blaise-

Those eyes stared into his soul like a portal to another world. Of course it was kind of hard to see that other world, considering he was at the farthest end of the Slytherin table whereas she was at the farthest end from him at the Gryffindor table hanging off of 'his' arm. The he was Harry Potter, the guy Blaise both envied and pitied. He envied him for having Ginny and pitied him because one day, Blaise was going to blow his head off and run into the sunset with Ginny.

Or at least that was the plan in his head for the time being. Blaise wondered why Ginny stuck with him; Potter was always off with Weasley and Granger having grand and dangerous adventures that she would never be a part of. She was like the fourth wheel that hung out in plain sight but was scanned over without a second thought. When her and Potter started dating, she had made an effort to be included, but now she just sat there silently until Potter would lead her off to go talk by the lake. They hardly ever did that anymore though.

He always kissed her forehead like Weasley would and Blaise wondered if he was more of a brother than a boyfriend. He figured with a protective streak miles wide Harry Potter was most likely a brother, boyfriend and father all-in-one.

He knew that Ginny was dangerous for him to be interested in but he could not tear himself away. He had been fighting the temptation for months, but finally gave in because his attempts were futile. The silence and the unfamiliar feelings between them were killing him. He wanted to gather her up in his arms and hold onto her forever and ever. His first attempts at eye contact went either unnoticed or purposely avoided. She seemed to have taken Potter's side on the whole 'Slytherin's are evil' debate.

He hated the fact that she was on Potter's side. 'She would have made an excellent Slytherin, if you ignore her hair color and what it stands for'. 'Why was she not born to a proper pureblooded family, rather than that riff-raff that Mother finds inacceptable,' was a question that often crossed his mind. He had no issues with her upbringing, as long as he only had to see them on Christmas and that Molly woman wouldn't be too overbearing or knit him one of those honest to Merlin, awful, tacky sweaters. It was his mother and pureblooded society that were the uppity, elite against any outsider of their tightly-knit circle.

All Blaise could think was 'Our story is quite the romantic tragedy; I should write a book or no, maybe a song!' He coped through happiness, by pretending to be happy and over sugared like an Energizer Bunny 'he heard Ginny call someone that one time'. It was an effective strategy that helped him cope with any and all average problem in his life. But Ginny was no average problem.

Ginny-

She could see the outline of his gorgeous abs from under the table and beneath his shirt, from across the room! She could hardly imagine what they looked like up close, maybe undeterred by tables and shirts, if she was lucky enough to get a peek. Those eyes called out to her like a Siren call and drew her in with their seemingly never ending depth. He may be a Slytherin, but he was a gorgeous one. From the aforementioned eyes and abs, to his chiseled jaw and legs so muscled you could tell just from the way that he walked that he was extremely strong.

'Some girl's going to be pretty freakin' lucky to get all that, plus I heard he's neutral in the war, so technically he could marry from either side if he wanted to. He could pick me! Unlikely but a girl can dream,' thought Ginny as she gazed over to where Blaise Zabini sat at the furthest edge of the Slytherin table.

Turning back to her friends, she realized with a slight jolt, 'What am I thinking? I have Harry and that's all I will ever need. He takes care of me and makes sure I am comfortable.' It was too late, the seed of doubt was planted in her head and now all she could think of was how he had failed in his mission to be her boyfriend, reliable, loyal first and foremost to her the type of guy that she preferred. That is what she wanted, but harry just didn't have that kind of personality. He was a many person kind of guy who protected many at once and with his exposure to Voldemort, he had gained fame that made her head spin in a bad way. She didn't want the attention as his girlfriend; she wanted to be shy Ginny Weasley who could stick her elbow in the butter dish without a ten page report on how it happened, where it happened and what it means for her and Harry's future in the morning paper.

Sure, like most other girls she liked attention, but she didn't want any attention that was overwhelming or potentially negative. Between the rabid fan girls followed by the persistent reporters she knew if she kept on with the charade of pure bliss that something would go wrong.

'The most difficult part would be dumping Harry,' Ginny pondered. It would be difficult enough to let any guy go who she liked and even loved for some. But, she knew that if you loved someone you know you have to let them go no matter the cost to the both of you, if the consequences for ignorance of their issues were potential loss of friendship and hatred because of the dragged out relationship that lost all purpose. With that in mind, Ginny knew what she had to do and who knows? Maybe she would one day end up in the arms of Blaise Zabini, if he let go of his ideals and those around him, to hold her.