Disclaimer- Believe me, I'm pretty certain I don't own a thing. If I did, I'd be the world's richest teenager.
Okay, this is my first fanfic so far so please be nice if there are grammar or spelling mistakes. It's a Ginny/Blaise story. I'm writing n this couple because it seems like it's the couple that gets he least attention. I simply love it.
Her goes nothing...
Ginny Weasley was the most unlucky, unfortunate, unsuccessful and unhappy person known to the face of the Earth. Not only did she know how doomed her future was, she couldn't even change it. Yes. She was feeling ill at the moment. As if she would puke any minute.
She had wanted her life to be like a fairy tale. She had wanted her Prince Charming to come and sweep her off her feet when the time came. But no. instead, her future was decided by her mother.
Her mother who didn't care about anyone but herself and all of her lovely sons. Being the only female in the Weasley household (minus her mother), was the most difficult thing that could happen to a person.
People would think that she was treated specially. Given anything she wanted. Kept as a spoiled brat since she was the only girl the Weasley family had had for generation. But those people were terribly wrong. She, for one, was treated like junk in her so- called house.
No one really cared about her. The only thing they wanted from her was her enslavement; make her do all their work while they enjoy their lives. What she had done to earn such a life, she would never find out.
Yes, all of the Weasleys treated her like a piece of parchment that was of no use at all. The first eleven years of her life had been hell. She was bossed around all the time. Having to do all the chores, not being paid any attention at all.
Sometimes she had even thought of suicide, but that was just stupid. She wouldn't give away her precious soul because of the way she was forced into child labor.
And she had left the thought of suicide far behind when she started attending Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That place was like heaven for her.
Where she had no brothers to boss her around (of course her brothers were present there, but they wouldn't ruin their oh-so wonderful reputation by bossing their sister around in front of their friends), she could live freely.
It was like a true home to her. A place where she had real friends. People in whom she could confide her most deepest secrets. Unfortunately, she had never trusted someone enough to tell him/her about what went on in her life at home. If she would confide that secret in someone, and if he betrayed her and told someone, not only would her family name be a laughing stock, she would have to go through a severe punishment from none other than her mother.
Though she simply despised her mother, she had emotions for her father, Arthur Weasley. He acted like Molly Weasley and was very strict with her, but only in front of his wife. When she was not around, he would be kind to her. Show her affection. It would sometimes almost feel that she had a true family. Tears would come to her eyes whenever she thought about it.
She was still thankful for one thing. No matter how cruel her family was to her, no matter how badly they treated her, they had never been abusive. She could just imagine how her life would be if she got beaten up by her mother. She shuddered at the thought of it.
It was a habit of Ginny Weasley to always think about the horrific moments she had had in her life. To think about the ways in which she had been ignored. After the completion of her education, she had even started to cope with the life that she had.
Her mother hadn't let her apply for a job. According to her, it wasn't a girl's place to go out and earn. A real woman stayed home and did all the chores. Yeah right. Ginny thought. Just because she's a house wife means that only real women are house wives and others are just plain show offs.
Her mother treated her as if she was adopted. Sometimes she herself felt that she was rather adopted. But her features were proof that she was an original Weasley, as did her fiery red hair. As did the large brown eyes she had gotten from her mother. And the traditional Weasley freckles. That was the only thing she really loathed about her face.
Previously her problem was not having freedom; never being able to do what she wanted. Never being able to invite her friends over during the summer holidays nor going anywhere with her own will. She was rather like the muggle character of Cinderella, who had been forced to do work all the time. Only difference was, that her prince was never going to come. Never.
Yes, she, Ginny Weasley read muggle fiction. But what else was she to do when she had finished all chores and wasn't allowed to leave her room? Read the muggle books she had bought and hidden in her closet of course.
Now the problem she was facing was even greater. Actually her life depended on it. But this was her fate. To always be stuck. Since her family was facing was many money problems, actually they were practically broke, Ginny was being forced to marry a man she didn't even know.
A man that she never really wanted to know. He was rich. Powerful. Someone who could give her family money after the marriage. Of course, her parents nor brothers had shown any sign of thinking how it would affect her life, they had just accepted her future for her. Decided it for her.
She had wanted freedom. Wanted to live a free life. She was twenty-three years after all. A grown-up. She could have easily lest her parent's place and bought one of her own, if she had applied for a job as soon as she left Hogwarts. But at that time her mother had fully prevented it. And now, the result of her mother's doing was that, she had ended up married, not being able to say a single word against the marriage, to none other than Blaise Zabini.
Yes people. She was know officially no longer Ginny Weasley. She was Mrs. Ginny Zabini.She was so afraid of her family, she had not said a word, but just nodded wordlessly when they had told her of their plans. She had not married Blaise Zabini not only because she has to be settled now since she was twenty-three, also because it would help her family in their status. She could give them money so that they wouldn't be completely broke. So that they could use the money to find a better job with more income.
Yes, once again, she was being used by her family for their gain. And the worst part was, she could do nothing about it. Ginny Zabini stood silently in the doorway of her new home. Where she would live with her husband. In fact, this very same husband was right outside, parking the car in the garage.
How she would explain this mess to him, she didn't know(if she would even tell him about her situation, that is.). She had even kissed him during the marriage ceremony. She had to. It was something she couldn't avoid.
It was her first kiss. Never had she expected that her first kiss would be a forced one. Where she would feel no connection with the other person. But then again, that was how things went in her life. How could she even hope for a change now?
Zabini, however, looked very pleased by the marriage, which is what scared Ginny the most. She didn't want him to get a false impression that she was, well, interested in him. But that was obviously the impression he would have gotten when her family sent the proposal of marriage. She heard footsteps behind her.
"Well, Ginny, this is your new home. Our new home." She turned around to see a beaming Blaise Zabini looking at her. She plastered a smile on face.
Well, let the torture begin.
Blaise Zabini, age 24, was a young handsome bachelor desired by every single girl in the wizarding world. Why wouldn't they? With dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, a very muscular figure do due workout and a charming personality, he stole the hearts of most girls away.
His father, who had been a death eater, died in Azkaban. Not that Blaise had liked him much, he was still his father. A father who had tried to sell his mother and child to Lord Voldemort.
Blaise's father, was a completely devoted servant to Voldemort. Yes, Blaise was one of the few people who dared say his name without flinching. Even after his demise, people were afraid to say his name.
Blaise's mother, on the other hand, was a completely different story. She loved her son with her whole heart. She was the one who protected him from her father giving him away as a gift to Voldemort. She always looked out for him. Stuck with him through the good and the bad.
Blaise was a very forgiving person. He couldn't stand if someone was being tortured when they didn't deserve it. One of the main reasons he had refused to become a death eater.
It was stupid to be controlled by someone against your will like a puppet. His surname was well-known amongst the pure-blooded family category. When Blaise Zabini had gone for his first year of Hogwarts, his mother was expecting him to become a Gryffindor, like she herself. And his father wanted him to be Slytherin. Actually, the only reason he got sorted into the Slytherin house was his father threatening to beat his mother if he were sorted in the opposing house. Now that, he couldn't stand. While the sorting hat was placed on his head, his only desire was to be sorted into Salazar Slytherin's house. He was, therefore, sorted into a house full of proud, stuck-up pure-bloods.
Not only that, he was forced by his father to extend a hand of friendship to the one and only Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy. If there would be a countdown of the horrendously spoiled brats, Malfoy would be number one on it. All he cared about money and status, and that was at the age of eleven.
No one even tried sticking against Malfoy. Why? Because he had power. Power and pureblood do NOT mix properly. The result only ends up as turning out to be a spoiled child threatening everyone of what his father would do if anyone annoyed him in any way possible. That was the story of Blaise's 'best friend'.
In school, he was a remarkably excellent student, always getting top grades, only second to Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor who always seemed to achieve higher marks than he.
Dating was something he had never considered. At least not with any of the girls in his house. They were all ridiculously mundane. And that was not the kind of person Blaise was looking for. What he wanted was a smart, independent witch who not only understood him but loved him as well.
That is what he hadn't found at Hogwarts. Maybe he had but that girl could never be his. She was clever, always good with intelligent comebacks when Malfoy annoyed her. But if he got involved with her while at school, his father would be greatly humiliated. Because she was a blood traitor.
What he had realized afterwards that he had unconditionally fallen in love with her. Watching her from the corner of his eye when they were in class. The way she would remove the red strands of her hair from her face. She was beautiful. ut his mother was important to him. He wouldn't risk anything because he thought that he was in love.
He got over her. Or so, he thought he did. After Hogwarts, Blaise worked very hard to get a job in the Department of Magical Enforcement. Not only did he get the job, he was made the head of department. It was something that he had never expected since the previous head was so good at his work. But he wouldn't complain now, would he?
And now, Voldemort was long gone, and his mother was now wishing him to get settled. Yes, she thought he was old enough to get married and should get a wife help him a bit. But that's what she thought.
Apparently, Blaise thought very differently. He wouldn't just marry any other girl that his mother wanted him to. Though he loved his mother, this was something that he had to decide for himself.
But then, something very surprising happened. Something he never thought could happen. His mother called him saying that she had gotten hold of a perfect girl he could marry. Saying that a proposal of marriage had come from her household. Surprisingly, it was none other than Ginny Weasley. Ginny was just any other girl after all.
He was more than happy to oblige. The girl he had been crushing on since school wanted to marry girl who he loved wanted to marry him. It was the best opportunity Blaise had gotten to do anything. He, obviously, took the it.
The wedding reception was absolutely wonderful for him. All the Congratulations! he had gotten to the sweet kiss he had gotten from his new wife. Her lips were soft against his. It was a simple kiss, nothing too... intense.
So now, since they were living in a muggle environment, he was parking his new car in the garage, while Ginny Zabini was waiting for him inside their new home. He was more than ready to stat his new life. With nothing in between hem. What could possibly go wrong?
He went inside and saw his wife standing right in front of the doorway. She was breathtaking. With long hair that was fiery red, brown eyes and a slim figure, she made him never want to tke his eyes off of her. And something even better was that she was his.
"Well, Ginny, this is your new home. Our new home." Blaise was beaming. She smiled at him. How beautiful she looked when she smiled...
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