All these years
Blaise Zabini had always noticed the little red haired Gryffindor Ginny Weasley.
He had been disappointed when the sorting hat yelled "Gryffindor". He knew she was a "blood-traitor", but had hoped she would still be in Slytherin.
Ginny had always been way into "the-boy-who-lived". All the Slytherins had called him "the-boy-who-unluckily-lived" Everyone, even Granger and male Weasley, knew that he wasn't all too talented. Only Ginny had been tricked into believing that Potter was a great wizard.
Blaise soon begun to spy on her. He knew everything about her. From what she liked to eat the most, to what she would never wear. He even knew whenever Ginny lied, her right ear would wriggle a bit.
Because he didn't know how to express himself in front of her, he wrote love letters, but he made it even worse for him.
Ginny thought they were all from Potter. Since that bastard was just as sly and cunning as a Slytherin, he used it for his advantage.
Draco and Pansy both noticed who he was attracted to, and had told him to tell her directly and "go for it", but he never had the guts to.
And now after his seventh year, he was leaving lovely Hogwarts. Leaving lovely Ginny, the love of his life, knowing that he might never see her again. Maybe when he was dead she would finally find out, that he was the one who loved her all these years, maybe…
Potter and Ginny were both having there goodbye kiss. He had turned away from her and was heading towards his parents who had "unfortunately" survived the war.
But for once he had enough of Potter slobbering all over her.
He turned around and yelled: "I've loved you all these years Ginny Weasley, and I always will, remember that!!"
He hoped she heard him.