Prompt #52 Blood
Blaise/Ginny
Written for the Monthly Het - Tastic Drabble A Thon.
They were not made for each other.
Hell, in this environment, they shouldn't even be speaking to one another.
But blood had brought them together, and blood would keep them apart.
He found her on the Seventh floor corridor, bleeding and nearly passed out. He had been doing patrols, made Prefect after Draco was pulled from school. He knew the schedule, knew she had just come from Dark Arts, which met after dinner for Gryffindors because of exactly this. He had a feeling that the whole lot of them, the blood traitors who were hiding, were probably doing so up here somewhere.
Blaise was not an idiot. He knew there was a hidden room up here, knew that it was up here where Potter's little group had met during 5th year, and where Draco had brought hell to Hogwarts in 6th.
Finding hidden blood traitors wasn't a part of his job description. His job was supposed to be keeping his head down, agreeing with whatever drivel came out of the person-in-charge's mouth and staying alive and able to have children by graduation.
Bleeding Sixth years were not supposed to be a part of the equation. Especially bleeding girl-Weasley shaped ones.
He knew basic field medicine. It would be enough to keep her under the radar and out of the Infirmary. He was the last student patrol of the night that night. Knowing that he could not return her to wherever she had come from, he took her to another room that was well hidden. His.
He tended her wounds that night, and she slept like an angel. Pale skin offset by fiery red hair.
It took her the better part of a month to trust him while not dying. While she found his motives self-centred, he found her overwhelmingly noble.
But they didn't do what they were doing because they agreed with each other. It was because they were tired and found in each other an outlet for frustration and tension that could not be released otherwise.
None of her friends would touch her, because they felt it was betraying Potter. He didn't care about Potter. Dimly, some part of him hoped Potter would win, but not the part of him that enjoyed snogging his semi-girlfriend. And Ginny was beautiful. In another life he would have made a play for her properly, instead of kisses, and later shags, in the broom closet.
But she was a blood traitor. In this environment, that was death. He would find himself on the wrong end of the Dark Lord's wrath for being involved with someone who was so close to Potter. He was already playing a dangerous game.
But if Potter won, he would come back to claim his prize, the fiery redhead who set everything inside Blaise aflame. She made even the miserable existence under Snape and the Dark Lord bearable.
But she was a blood traitor. Everything he could not have and could not desire.
That didn't stop him from wishing he could be brave, just once, and go for what he wanted instead of what everybody expected of him, blood be damned.
Official Word Count: 522
Very inspired to write the other sides of this story and turn it into a mini-collection.