Smile
~ Rain-Bird
I walked onto the balcony high above the grounds under the magnificent castle. The seeping darkness followed me with a shadow cast by the shining moon. I sighed and peered into the night sky -- it was lit by millions of sparkling stars -- or so it seemed, because a second later, the stars seemed to scatter. There was nothing left except dark clouds and the pale yellow moon.

"Hey," said a voice from behind. I jumped and tensed up.

"What do you want?" I asked bitterly.

"Nothing, really," the voice replied. I heard his short, shallow breaths get louder. I didn't want to see him -- not after what had just happened -- so I tried to focus myself on the ground far below. "Sorry," he whispered. I felt his shoulder brush past mine as he leaned over the cement parapet as well. "What are you looking at?"

"Anything but you," I heard myself say flatly. To state the truth, I did want to see him. But I was afraid of what I would see if I let myself gaze at him. Would he smile? If he did, would it make me happy? If he made me happy, would I forgive him for the unforgivable shout of insults we just had a mere five minutes ago? But was he the one who was to be forgiven? Or was I? It was I, after all, who stalked away. But was that done because I was done with putting up with him? Or was it just to be mean? An act of revenge? Still, I don't know if I meant it when I said I never wanted to see him again.

"I said I was sorry. And -- and I really meant it. Is that not enough?" I felt his warm breath touch my skin in this cold, dark night. I nervously and slowly turned to my right to see him gazing with hard, cold eyes burning with impatience. "Is it not enough?" he repeated. I wanted to say it was, but instead, I turned back to the skies hoping he would leave. "I'm sorry. I really, really am. Please stop ignoring --"

"Blaise, don't -- just don't," I told him in reply. My mind was made up -- there was only one thing to tell him.

"'Don't' what?" he inquires as I thought he would.

"Don't say that you're sorry. Don't say that you really mean it. You have nothing to be sorry about." I looked at him with a hard gaze. "There is nothing you could ever be sorry about. Nothing can ever be your fault -- you're too perfect for that." I turned to leave.

As I reached the arched doorway that led back into the castle, he called, "Wait."

"What?" I asked as I stopped in my tracks and turn my head towards you.

"Aren't you going to say adieu? Since -- since you said you never wanted to see me again?" He smiled weakly.

"I hate you, Blaise Zambini. I hate how you smile," I said trying to sound and look annoyed. He grinned. "It makes me feel better when I don't want to feel better." I faced back towards the doorway.

"Well?"

"Goodnight," I said, "See you at breakfast." I smiled secretly while my shadow merged with the darkness.

Disclaimer & Author's Notes


All Harry Potter characters and situations mentioned were created and are owned by JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made, and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. In short? Don't sue.

This is dedicated to one of my beta readers (and fans;D), Jenny. Because she so desperately wanted a Blaise fic all to herself -- well, maybe not all to herself, but a Blaise fic at the least. So here you are:) And though this is for Jenny, my other beta, Sey, read it first:D Yay for them...