Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Strange little oneshot that came to me.
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Blaise Zabini liked consistency.
Change was perhaps his greatest enemy. He didn't like it when tests were sprung on them, or things happened without warning. The only change he remembers liking is when Harry pushed Blaise against the wall and kissed him for the first time.
Like always, Blaise was standing by the lake and brooding.
"What are you doing?"
An arm slipped around his waist and a warm body moved close. Without taking his eyes off the lake, Blaise wormed his arm free and dropped it over Harry's shoulders.
"Brooding."
"You always brood." Harry was pouting. Blaise knew without even looking.
"Well I wouldn't if there weren't so many things to brood about."
"Like what?"
"Change...and...uh..."
Blaise shot Harry a sheepish grin. Harry beamed brightly, the sight warming Blaise better than any roaring fire.
"Why don't you like change?" Harry asked. They both looked at the lake.
"I just don't."
"Why?"
And Blaise knew Harry wouldn't leave him alone until he had an answer. Mentally sighing, he cast his mind out.
"Life's full of it," Blaise said at last. Hopefully he looked Harry; was it enough?
A soft smile appeared on Harry's face and his arm tightened on Blaise's waist.
"But life is also full of consistencies," Harry protested.
"Go on."
Harry sighed. "What can you count on happening every day?"
"Weasley losing his temper?"
There was a tsking sound from Harry. In apology, Blaise moved his hand to pet the unruly black hair.
"Tell me," he urged. Now he was fully intrigued.
"The sun," Harry said fondly, looking at the thing in question as it slowly began to sink behind the horizon.
"The sun?"
"Yes. No matter what, the sun always rises in the morning and sets in the evening. It is perhaps the only thing you can trust to be consistent."
"What about Weasley's temper?" Blaise inquired innocently.
"Blaise!"
Blaise took one look at Harry's slightly hurt face and melted. Sighing, he wrapped both arms around Harry and hugged him tightly. After a moment Harry hugged back and moved his face into Blaise's neck.
"No more talking about Ron, 'kay?" came the muffled voice.
"'Kay," Blaise agreed, all too happy to move off the topic of the Weasel.
There was silence for a long while.
"What happened if the sun never rises?"
Harry pulled back and smiled slightly bitterly at Blaise.
"Then we watch the world destroy itself," he replied softly.
Blaise kissed him softly, just once. And then they stood arm and arm, watching the sun go down and knowing that it would rise the next day.
For such things were consistent.