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After their not really a kiss, Parvati decided to avoid Blaise as if her life depended on it. Thankfully for her, the two rarely encountered each other on a daily basis so the task wasn't too difficult. The only complication was presented in the N.E.W.T. level Potions class where the two – while not lab partners – sat practically next to each other with only an aisle separating their two seats. Whenever Parvati looked up at Blaise (which she inevitably did whenever she thought about their not really a kiss) he gave her a knowing smirk that caused her to burst into a deep blush. Thankfully, the blush wasn't precisely visible on her skin, saving her further humiliation at the hands of the impeccably handsome and completely unfazed Italian wizard.
Zabini, of course, didn't think there was a reason for Parvati to avoid him. He could not, for his life, understand why Parvati constantly behaved as though there was an elephant in the room whenever he was around. He had enjoyed the kiss that the older Patil twin gifted him with, and she was attractive, so he decided that he needed to get her into a situation where she would give him yet another kiss. Thankfully, Dumbledore had announced that the school would be hosting another ball. Not Yule Ball, per se, because the Yule season and come and gone a month ago, but a ball nonetheless. A Valentines ball, almost, since it was conveniently timed to be at the end of January.
Parvati had been lulled into a false sense of security. She had stopped purposefully avoiding Blaise and merely continued on with her life – and in the process avoided him purely by the differences in their schedules. It was in the middle of January, after the ball had been announced, that Parvati found herself, to her horror, facing her worst nightmare. She was in a corridor with Blaise Zabini with no one in a god ten foot radius around them. Thankfully, the hall was devoid of mistletoe as well, but Parvati was doing her best to resist the urge to draw close to the tall young man before her. And suddenly, he was in front of her and she was nodding an affirmative when he asked her to the ball. And then he walked away, completely blasé, and she practically fainted when she realized what she had agreed to. A ball. A date. With the one boy – young man – she had ever really had a true crush on (because she had to admit, there was no way she would behave like this around him otherwise, no way).
When the day of the ball dawned, Parvati worked to look her best, fixing her gaudy gold butterfly ornament in her long curled hair so tastefully that no one could possibly protest. She had debated wearing dress robes like she had done for the Yule Ball of her fourth year, but quickly decided to wear a sari that she had brought with her. The bold red of the satiny fabric and the golden bangles and jewelry she wore proclaimed her house loyalty loud and proud to anyone who would dare to sneer at her for going to the ball with a Slytherin.
When she swept down the stairs to the great hall to find Blaise waiting for her, she couldn't hold back her smile or her blush at the sight of him in an impeccable dark suit that was – at first sight – a black, but actually a dark green with silver dress shirt. House loyalty on both ends then.
And he swept her into the ball, such a charming gentleman, and they were dancing and dancing and dancing circles around the other couples and she couldn't help but throw her head back and laugh with happiness. They made an unusual couple, that was for sure, but they made a handsome one by the approving glances they were getting from students of all the houses. Later she would see the picture that Dennis Creevey had captured of them floating across the dance floor, her sari swirling around the two of them, blending the silver and gold and red and green and fire and ice in a beautiful mirage and agree.
And suddenly they were slow dancing and she was swaying against him and it was so close and so wonderful and then… he leaned down and kissed her and it was wonderful.
And she, dizzy from dancing and giddy from joy, kissed him back enthusiastically. And this time, when they parted, she didn't run and she didn't blush.
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One Character Competition Round 2 – Write a fic using no dialogue that is at least 500 words and it must portray the following emotion: embarrassed
The OTP Boot Camp – Blaise/Parvati – drawn
The Minor Character Boot Camp – Parvati Patil – elephant in the room
The HeadCanon Boot Camp – Yule Ball
The Character Trait! Boot Camp – charming!Blaise
The Your Favourite Hogwarts House Boot Camp – Slytherin (Blaise Zabini) – blush
The Favourite Character Boot Camp – Parvati Patil – horror
The If Your Dare… Challenge – my worst nightmare
Honeydukes Competition – Treacle Fudge – Write a story with no dialogue
The Seven Fics Challenge – Word Limit: 600-1600 words
The Diagon Alley Challenge – Flourish and Blotts – write a story based at a school
The Weasley Wizard Wheezes Competition – Ton-Tongue Toffees – write something without dialogue
The Character Personality Challenge – Luna Lovegood – write about a pairing with 1000 fics or less
Harry Potter Spells Competition – Langlock – one shot with no dialogue
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