A/N: Theo Zabini is mine, bless him. And this is my first next gen story…ever! Wow, I'm branching out. Even if it is very short.
Paris and Rosaline
"Who says that there was only one Romeo and Juliet?" he murmurs in her ear one dark evening. Their relationship is one of broom closets and empty closets. They tear off their clothes in the blue light from their wands and they admire the way their skin contrasts; black against milky white, when they're pressed together.
"Who says," she replies, and her breath whispers down his neck as his hands clench automatically on her hips, "that Paris wasn't in love with Rosaline."
He laughs and his teeth flash white in the darkness of his face. She kisses him, and he groans slightly, pulling her closer. "Lily…"
"And Benvolio fell for Juliet's missing sister."
"And Mercrutio loved Tybalt."
They laugh, again, but it's true. There's more than one love story uncovered.
Rose and Scorpius might be more flamboyant, but then, they're Gryffindors. It's in their nature to be brave, to stand up and weather the storm.
"Not," adds Lily, defensively, "that I'm in love with you."
He kisses her again, one hand resting gently on her green and silver tie.
"Of course not," he agrees, and her lips make their way down his neck. "That would be far too like Romeo and Juliet."
She looks at him sharply; he extinguishes the wand light. "But that's not to say," he whispers, and she finds it disorientating not to see his face, "That it means nothing."
"It means something," she acknowledges in a breath, but then there is light as he opens the door, and he leaves.
"Zabini!" she calls after him, running through the corridor.
He turns. His dark hair is still flat, perfect. In contrast, her red curls are mussed, her tie is undone, her skirt is wonky. He almost smiles, then catches himself.
He catches her. He always has done, but this time she throws herself into his arms, and they wind around her waist for the first time in public. She kisses him.
His hands bury themselves in her red hair and she feels him grin.
"Why can't Paris and Rosaline be together?" she asks quietly, and he pulls away.
"No reason," he says, "except perhaps that Romeo and Juliet make a better story."
"That's stupid," she says firmly, and with her held so close to him, he can't help but agree.
"It is."
"But here's the thing." Lily steps away and he follows her (and here, he muses later, he should have realised then how thoroughly he was caught). "I don't care about what they all think."
He raises one eyebrow. Around them, there is a crowd gathering.
"I don't care about them," she continues, and he catches her again, arms around her and pulling her closer. "I only care about you."
He kisses her this time, she smiles, her hair tumbles like flames over his fingers. Scorpius teases him and Rose is shocked, and James almost kills him for snogging his baby sister, even if she is a Slytherin.
It's not to say that his father doesn't also almost kill him, of course.
And hers…well. He's glad his mother was a Gryffindor.
A/N: Reviews are Ginny telling Blaise that he's only talented…at posing.
I like this pairing! I might even write mor eon them.
And yay for a fic that doesn't mention Michael Corner...Oh. Oops.