So….told you it would take forever :D look out for some slightly suggestive material. Uh oh, author's bumped up to M-rating!
Also I'm pretending as if Ginny and Blaise never met on the Hogwarts express in HBP. Just doesn't work here.
Enjoy!
Chapter 2—Yellow
Look at the Stars
Look how they shine For You
For Ginny, though she was loath to admit it, Saturday could not come soon enough. During classes she had trouble concentrating, which cost her many a point for Gryffindor House. McGonagall also got on her case, telling her she was not setting a bright example to the underclassmen. As Head Girl, many of the younger students did look up to her.
The Friday evening before her impending date, Ginny enlisted the help of her fellow Seventh year, a Ravenclaw named Roxy Maguire. Roxy had a way with a lot of things: words, boys, school, girls, fashion, and boys. Ginny's main concern was what to wear while on her date with the illustrious Blaise Zabini.
When she told Roxy of her problem, the Ravenclaw practically screamed. "Merlin's beard! Are you really going on a date with him?!"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "No, Roxy. I made the whole things up so I could watch you practically have a stroke." Roxy's jaw dropped open, scandalized. "Of course I'm going on a date with him. I kind of backed myself into it, anyway."
Roxy took several calming breaths and then began to scrutinize Ginny from several different angles. She was tall compared to most girls her age, probably a solid 5'9". She also had a perfect hourglass figure that made Roxy see green for the briefest of moments as she looked at her own short, slight body. Roxy was by no means ugly, with dark brown hair and eyes that often changed between green and brown, but she felt that she paled in comparison to Ginny.
She looked up to see mocha-colored eyes staring at her in confusion. Ginny's plump, pink lips curled into a smirk. "Were you just checking me out?"
Roxy glared at her. "Sorry, but you're not my type."
Ginny, who knew of Roxy's bisexuality, taunted her a little more. "Really?" she pouted. "Because I'd rather spend tomorrow with you, in my private dorm, our bodies intertwined, hearts pounding, sweaty skin smack—"
"ENOUGH!" Roxy roared. She was used to this teasing, and, because Ginny was strictly straight, all those delicious threats turned up empty. Unfortunately, Ginny's monologue left Roxy very uncomfortable.
"Now if you'll excuse me for about two and a half minutes," she said, practically running to the bathroom, Ginny's laughter ringing in her ears.
When Roxy emerged, flushed yet satisfied, she saw Ginny sitting patiently on her bed. "All better?" Ginny asked sweetly.
"Yes, actually," was the gruff response she received, "point taken."
Ginny clapped excitedly. "Excellent." It was a game of theirs; they would talk dirtily, trying to get the other to the breaking point first. And although Ginny was straight, Roxy had the power to inexplicably turn her on. After all, she had a way with words. "Now that that's over with, let's move on to more pressing matters. What shall I wear tomorrow?" She looked warily at her closet, not even bothering to look through. The both of them had already decided that nothing in her closet was fitting for a date with Blaise.
Luckily, Roxy had brought her latest fashion catalogue, aptly titled Witch Outfit? Apparently, all you had to do was point to an item, say a charm, and the item would be yours. Fortunately for Ginny, Roxy was extremely clever and figured out that she could declare that all she wanted to do was try the item on, without having to pay, and then duplicate it. In approximately fifteen minutes, the item disappeared back into the catalogue. The duplicate was left for Ginny to wear. They both still marveled over how the manufacturers hadn't figured out their little scheme.
Roxy had yet to choose something that Ginny did not like, showing how strong between the two girls was. The Ravenclaw opened the catalogue with a look of great concentration on her face. Saturday was predicted to be very sunny and warm, which seemed odd to British, especially in October.
Roxy eventually decided on a navy blue short sleeve baby doll dress. It wasn't too short, yet it was flirty at the same time. Once the dress had been duplicated and handed over to Ginny, she instantly brightened. It was perfect.
"Roxy! You're the best," Ginny told her. Quirking her eyebrow, she said, in a sultry voice, "and if I wasn't straight—"
"Oh no, you're not getting me this time," Roxy replied, plugging her ears. "NOW IF YOU'RE ALL SET, I'LL BE GOING!" Her fingers were still in her ears, so she did not realize how loud she was actually talking.
Ginny rolled her eyes and shoved her out of her Head Girl dormitory. She hung the dress up in her wardrobe and sighed. Tomorrow was going to be very interesting.
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At approximately 10 o'clock the next morning, Ginny began to get ready. Not wanting to seem like she was going over the top, she showered, brushed her hair, and simply donned her dress, along with some silver flats and a silver pendant. The pendant was very important to her; Bill sent it from Egypt after he found a shop that made pendants with names spelled in hieroglyphics.
So, her full name being Ginevra, spelled out in hieroglyphics it was: jar stand, reed, water, vulture, viper, mouth, arm. On the back of the pendant was a single cobra, which represented goddess. This alone gave Ginny a surge of affection for her eldest brother.
It was already 11:30, and Roxy burst into Ginny's dorm. The Head Girl questioned why she ever gave the other her password, and when she voiced these ponderings out loud, Roxy scowled.
"Merlin, I just came to inform you that you are going to be late."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "No, I am not. We could leave now and I'll still have time to spare before noon."
Roxy brightened. "Fine, then, let's go!" She looped her arm through Ginny's and they made their way out of the castle.
Ginny began to grow more and more anxious as they walked along the path to Hogsmeade. Obviously, she had dated people before but never a Slytherin, er, ex-Slytherin. She already knew that it would be extremely awkward. For her, anyway. Nothing seemed to be awkward for Blaise, from what she gathered.
It was five minutes to noon when they reached the Three Broomsticks. Ginny conspicuously stalled, and Roxy had half the mind to Imperious so she would walk through the bloody door.
"Ginny," she turned said girl around to face her. "Everything will be fine. Just go in there before he decides to drink his sorrow away." Roxy hugged her. "Now, go on."
Ginny took a deep breath and pushed the door open to the tavern. It was crowded, as it always was when there was a visit from Hogwarts. She looked around the masses of people for about five minutes, and was about to give up, when a hand gripped her elbow lightly. She looked up and was relieved to find Blaise smiling down at her. Ginny was glad she dressed slightly casual, because Blaise had on a pair of dark wash jeans, a black t-shirt, and a dark grey zip-up sweatshirt. To Ginny he looked undeniably mysterious and, well, sexy.
"Hey," he said. "I got us a table towards the back. C'mon." Hand still holding her arm, Blaise led Ginny to the aforementioned table.
Once they were situated with steaming mugs of Butterbeer, Ginny noticed it was already 12:15. "You didn't wait too long, did you?" she asked him.
"Well, besides the agonizing week it took for me to see you again, no, I hardly waited at all," he grinned when he saw that Ginny had blushed at his former comment.
"Personally, I almost stormed out of the place when I couldn't find you," Ginny admitted.
"Then I guess it's a good thing I spotted you first."
Ginny nodded and they sat in a somewhat compatible, somewhat awkward silence. A question sprang to Ginny's mind and before she could stop herself, it was out of her mouth.
"Why did you ask me out?" she blurted.
Blaise's eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hairline. Of all the girls that he had ever dated, none of them ever asked why he went out with them.
In short, he was struck dumb. He shook his head, trying to clear it, before saying, "Uh, I first saw how you flipped out on Draco, and that made me curious. Then when I went to my secret place," he grinned, "I saw you there and it was really strange because no one knew about that place. My curiosity increased twofold, and I knew I wanted to get to know you better," he shrugged.
Ginny nodded once again, pleased with the explanation. She began to space out, again, when she heard an exclamation from across from her.
"My turn!" Blaise declared. At Ginny's puzzled look, he clarified, "Now, I get to ask you a strange question."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "If you must," she sighed resignedly, but the corners of her mouth were twitching.
Blaise stroked his chin for a moment. "Okay…how come you dislike the trio so much?" he asked, hoping he wasn't prying too much.
Ginny playfully glared at him. "I know you did not just use the't' word on our date, Blaise." When he began to apologize she laughed. "I'm only joking. Now, where to begin…let's start with Harry. Well, ever since I was a little girl, I was infatuated with him, and we actually dated two years ago. He broke it off so I wouldn't get into any trouble with Voldemort and that really aggravated me. He still has yet to understand that I'm not a china doll. I'm actually smarter than him and a damn good fighter, if I do say so myself," she grinned. "Ron…well he's pretty much a lost cause, being my brother and all. He'll never understand that I've grown up and that I don't need his approval for everything I do. And Hermione I guess I can deal with, but she has this air of complete arrogance about her that's not unlike Malfoy's. She's more subtle about it, but it's really unnecessary. We all know she was the smartest witch to ever set foot in Hogwarts, but honestly, it drives me crazy. Especially when you just have a simple question for her, and she goes on these tirades about how we never do our work and we should just read the books ourselves. Ugh!"
Ginny was taking deep breaths at the end of her rant, and her eyes were blazing. Blaise, clearly amused by it all, gave a short round of applause.
"Bravo, Gin, I bet you feel loads better."
Ginny grinned despite herself. "Yes, that was thoroughly therapeutic, actually." She stretched her arms and asked him if he wanted to go for a walk.
They left the pub and began walking down the main street of Hogsmeade. "So what part of Hogsmeade do you live in?" Ginny asked.
"Um," Blaise took a moment to get his bearings. "Right over there," he said, pointing to a building that was a street over from the one they were on.
"Is it a nice flat, the one you live in?"
"Yes, actually, it's rather nice. Would you like to see it?"
Ginny blushed. "Why, Mr. Zabini, that was rather suggestive, don't you think?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.
Blaise laughed. "Miss Weasley, I assure, my intentions are as honorable as a knight's."
Ginny gave him a bemused expression. "If you say so. Lead on, Sir Zabini."
"As you wish, Maiden Weasley." He offered her his arm and they made their way to his building.
They entered the flat and Ginny was primarily amazed at how a young man could have his home so well kept. The grand tour was given, and all in all Ginny thought it was a beautiful home. First there was a living area, with sage green walls and a plush hunter green sofa. The kitchen was grand; caramel and vanilla marble adorned the countertops. The bathroom was simple, with light blue walls and white porcelain. Also, the entire flat had freshly polished hardwood flooring.
Finally was his bedroom. Ginny at first felt a little awkward at seeing it, but she pushed those feelings aside as soon as she saw it. The walls were painted a midnight blue, almost black, with matching bedcovers. If it weren't for the various sharp, white accents around the room, then it would have seemed very dreary.
Blaise led Ginny back to the living area. "What do you think?" he asked her, a hopeful expression on his face.
"It's beautiful," she responded with a smile.
After standing around in yet another awkward silence, Blaise decided to lead her back outside, an action that would serve to be known as a very bad idea.
The second they walked back into the favorable air, three pairs of eyes widened, followed by an undignified shout.
Because Ginny, as her luck would have it, was led outside, right into the eyesight of the Golden Trio.
The shout, of course, came from Ron. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING COMING OUT OF THAT BUILDING WITH A SLYTHERIN!?"
Ginny's eyes flashed. "Ronald! He's graduated so you can't categorize him by his house anymore. And what I do is none of your bloody business! Honestly, when will you stop being such a judgmental prat and take things as they are for once? You're not my mother, so step off!"
However, it seemed that Ron was just getting fired up. "No, I will do no such thing! I just saw my baby sister walk out of an apartment complex with an older guy! That's not something to be taken lightly, Ginny."
Ginny sighed exasperatedly. "Ron, I'm almost of age, not your baby sister anymore! Can't you get that through your incredibly thick skull? Come on, Blaise, let's go somewhere else." And with that, they began to walk away from the flabbergasted trio.
They perused a few of the lesser known shops, making light conversation on the way.
Blaise regarded her, or her neck, curiously. "That's an exquisite pendant." He reached out a hand, "May I?"
Ginny's brows knit in confusion, but she nodded nonetheless. His long fingers lightly picked up the pendant, still attached to the chain, bringing them closer together. The second his fingers touched the skin on her neck, her breath caught and she fought to calm the racing of her heart.
Blaise, meanwhile, seemed not to notice. He was turning the pendant over, looking at the symbols, fully intrigued. He smirked and, pointing to the back, asked, "Goddess?"
Ginny grinned and rolled her eyes. "My brother, he thought it a compliment, I suppose. Don't worry, I'm not some sort of reincarnated Freya," she said, drawing a laugh from the older boy…man.
"Well I, for one, wouldn't be able to tell the difference," Blaise responded, making Ginny blush furiously once again.
"Oh, stop, you're making me blush," she said with an air of flirtation.
He snickered, "Literally," at her expense.
Indignant, she smacked him lightly on the arm, before a noise was heard in the distance. "Thunder," Blaise responded to Ginny's frown. They could faintly see a storm brewing just beyond the village, but it was heading in their direction with a vengeance. After a moment or two, raindrops began to fall lightly over them, before the clouds decided to force away the army of students with more of their soaking ammunition.
Blaise began to escort Ginny back up to the front gate, where he would leave her. They were both getting soaked, and Blaise decided to spare his sweatshirt for the younger girl...woman. She tried to refuse, but he wouldn't let her. Wrapping the sweatshirt around her shoulders, he walked her to the front gate where they could say their goodbyes.
"Blaise, I had a wonderful time, I hope you know." Ginny smiled at him. "You're such a gentleman."
"Indeed, it was a lovely day until this torrential rain had to force us apart," he replied, sighing dramatically.
Ginny laughed. "Dork."
He shrugged. "It's all a part of my charm, I suppose." Another moment passed.
"Write me?" Ginny asked with a glint of hope in her eyes.
"Of course," he responded. When Ginny made to return to him his sweatshirt, he protested. "Keep it."
"But, you're going to get soaked," she said, although she was secretly thrilled at being able to keep the article of clothing.
He held his arms out. "I already am, love," he said, laughing.
Ginny looked up at the castle. "I really should be going, Blaise. Thank you again for today; it was fun."
"My pleasure." He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles once again. "I shall see you again, Fair Maiden," he said, bowing.
"It is written in the stars, Sir Zabini," she responded, before turning and heading up to the castle, excited at the prospect of seeing him again and telling Roxy all about her fabulous day.
Title and Lyrics are from "Yellow" by Coldplay.
Okay, since 99 of my time is going to be focused on this story (because I'm really REALLY excited about it) my other story, Prodigy, is temporarily on hold. Hopefully I will update it sometime in the next decade :D
Hoped you enjoyed it! It took me a solid week to write this chapter. Word. And it is true, that in the future there will be some more sexual content; it's more of an experiment, I guess. I've never written anything 'M' before, but oh well. Those chapters will be marked accordingly, but don't expect them right away.
Reviews are, as always, appreciated. K thanks, darlings!