Flying Aimlessly
Summary: Ginny's only love was for flying. But then Blaise came into her life, and everything changed.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize.
A/N: I came up with the idea for this story when I was writing another story and was really frustrated at its stupidness. This is just the first chapter, and I'm not sure if I will continue or not. Well anyway…enjoy!
Chapter 1
Flying had always acted almost as therapy for Ginny. Whenever she felt nervous or scared or angry, flying had always helped her to overcome whatever was bothering her. She felt as if, when she flew, she left everything and everyone on the ground. It was just her and the air around her, nothing else. Her head always felt so wonderfully clear up here, as if the slate had been wiped clean. Up here, she couldn't be touched by whatever it was that had troubled her in the first place.
It was on the Quidditch Pitch that Ginny could be found most times, always by herself. Flying aimlessly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, going in many directions, or none. And when she landed again, she always felt better, like she could handle whatever it was that had driven her up there to begin with.
It was here that she was, just floating on her broom, high above the ground, not paying attention to anyone. But there was one that saw her. He was on the ground; broom in hand, preparing for his own solitary flying. It wasn't the first time her had seen her. He had noticed her often, how she would run out to the pitch, sometimes staring daggers at anything that moved, sometimes tears streaming down her face, sometimes with no emotion at all. She would just jump on her broom and fly high into the air, not coming down for a long time. But whenever she did, she would have a peaceful look on her face, like everything was okay now.
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The first time she noticed him was when she had just broken up with Justin Finch-Fletchley for cheating on her with Susan Bones. After screaming herself hoarse at him and giving him the scare of a lifetime, she grabbed her broom and sped down to the pitch, not letting her tears fall until she had neared it. She began flying, at first not noticing the solitary figure at the other end of the pitch. She was just so mad about Justin! How dare he cheat on her? And with that Hufflepuff whore nonetheless! She put on a burst of speed that drove her round the pitch, still not noticing the figure she was flying straight toward. Well at least she wont want to be with him now. She thought, reminiscing with a smirk about the Bat Bogey Hex she put on him.
She was startled out of her thoughts by a shout.
"Bloody Hell! Watch where you're flying!"
She braked in mid-air and turned around to see a very ruffled and windswept looking Slytherin.
"Zabini? What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Oh nothing special." He said sarcastically. "Just trying not to get run over by insane, crazed and angry Gryffindors. Care to join me? It's my favourite pastime."
Ginny laughed in spite of herself. "Obviously your not doing a good job." She stated.
"Hey, it's not my fault that you felt the need to attempt to fly right into me. I know I'm irresistible, but come on!" straightening himself up on his broom with a hint of a smirk on his face.
"Don't flatter yourself Zabini." She said, rolling her eyes, but still smiling. "I just wasn't paying attention to where I was going."
"That much is obvious." He replied, though he was smiling too.
At the same time they both realized the same thing. Hey thought Ginny. I'm conversing with a Slytherin without an argument arising or hexes being thrown! And then she realized something else. I don't even care! I guess I'm feeling pretty reckless after breaking up with that arse.
But an awkward silence filled the air as they realized what they were doing.
"So…" said Ginny clearing her throat. "Do you come up here often?"
"All the time." Blaise replied. "I like to get away from everything once and a while."
"I know the feeling." Said Ginny, surprised that he came here much for the same reasons she did. "Its like once you get up here you can forget about everything else and just…fly."
"Yeah, exactly." He said, all traces of sarcasm gone.
They looked at each other, no words passing between them, until they were interrupted by a shout from the pitch below.
"Ginny! Look, I'm sorry about Justin, but will you please come down here? It's almost past curfew and it's cold!" Ron yelled up from the edge of the pitch.
Ginny rolled her eyes before turning and yelling "Coming!" She turned back to Blaise.
"I have to go. My brother seems to be taking it upon himself to act like my mother. I'll see you later Zabini."
"Yeah, bye." He replied.
She began to make her way to her brother, before turning around.
"And Zabini? Thanks."
"For what?"
"For making me forget about my jerk of an ex."
He smiled. "Any time."
Ginny reached her brother and they head back to the castle.
"Who was that?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"No one." She said. She looked over her shoulder at the speck known as Blaise Zabini, and hid a smile.
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A/N: So...? Good? Bad? Should I continue? Review people!
