DISCLAIMER: ALL OF THE CHARACTERS ARE OWNED BY J.K ROWLING. I DO NOT OWN THEM AT ALL. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT.
I was so stupid and weak. I knew that he was a bad guy to like but how I couldn't stop looking into those beautiful chocolate brown eyes. That beautiful smile. Those ripped muscles. He was my perfect guy. At the same time, he was the least perfect guy for me.
And he was in my Muggle Studies class. I still wondered why.
I remember my favorite memory of him. Honestly, there weren't many memories at all so this one just seemed like the best.
We were playing Kickball as an example of Muggle games and sports. There was no magic allowed and I was just running up to the base when someone slide-tackled me. It didn't hurt, but it was damn sure embarrassing.
I rubbed away the grass that was stuck to my face. Laugh-crying like I always did.
It was the end of class and I went to the locker rooms to get cleaned up. When I walked out, he was there, in all that perfectness, that imperfectness.
"You okay?" Blaise asked.
"Yeah I am fine," I said coolly.
My heart soared, he cared.
"Okay then, that's good," Blaise replied. We walked to our next class in silence. To me, it was comfortable silence.