Author: majinga
Story Title: It's You… I Swear
Fandom/s: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ginny Weasley x Blaise Zabini
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"Damn you to hell, Zabini!" screamed Ginny Weasley into the night. She stood on a bridge holding on tightly to the railings until her knuckles were white. Tears streamed down her face as she repeatedly kicked a post.
It was a dark night and there were no stars in the sky. The chilly wind blew strong and she was still there hugging her coat closer to her body. There were only few motorists passing by since it was already nearing midnight. Ginny decided to apparate to this muggle place because she knew that she couldn't let her guard down and lose her sense of control. She can't go about hexing poor innocent muggles to let out her steam. After what happened that night, she felt she had to get away from the wizarding world for a while.
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Blaise POV
I'm tired and my head is spinning from apparating to one place to another. I can't find her and I'm really desperate. Why does it have to happen now, huh?
Okay, so I admit it was my fault. I never meant for her to see the whole thing. It was more of what I call experimentation.
I love Ginerva Weasley so damn much that I'm doing everything I can to make our relationship work. The feelings I have are so strong that I'm willing to spend the rest of my life with that woman. To tell you the truth, it scares me to death. Yes, you heard right. I Blaise Zabini, blood traitor hater, would like to take Ginerva Weasley, blood traitor as my lawfully wedded wife; in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer for better or for worse. I love her so much that the least I want to do is to hurt her and make her cry.
Now, what the hell am I talking about? I did it anyway. I hurt her and made her cry.
I was supposed to meet her at Du Jour, a hip classy bar in the upper end of Wizarding London. I told her to come at 11:00 pm to avoid hassle and floo traffic. I wanted to have a nice drink with her before saying what I had to say. Of course I haven't told her that I wanted her to be mine forever. I planned to do it when the clock strikes 12 so it will be romantic plus I had other surprises up my sleeve.
When a man is about to propose, you can't blame them for getting tense and uptight. I felt exactly the same. I went to the bar a bit earlier to drink away my nerves and those fuzzy little things buzzing in my ear. I was all alone. I couldn't call on Draco for I knew he was busy with Granger, while Pansy I'm sure she's tending to her little Potters. Now let me just emphasize that I was lonely, nervous and already a bit tipsy. I started worrying. What if my past gets in the way of my happiness with my little red-head woman? I had to try it, to see if I've really outgrown it.
I found myself kissing some good-looking American (because I heard him speak) bloke. I think he's a wizard too, about my age. I guess he enjoyed the kiss and the tongue battle because he tried to deepen the kiss. His fingers were buried in my thick dark hair. I tried to break it because I didn't feel a thing, no passion, no sparks, no anything. I wanted to get away but his hold on my head was so strong. What I felt were revulsion and guilt because I couldn't help but think I was cheating on Ginny. And speaking of the devil, Ginny appeared. Her cheeks were pink probably from the cold wind outside the bar. She was a few feet away from us. She looked in our direction. Shock and hurt were evident in her big blue eyes. I was frantic so I stopped him the only way I knew. I pushed him hard on the chest and I think he fell to the ground. I ran after my girlfriend's retreating figure, but I was too late. She had apparated somewhere else.