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*Ginny*
She studied the embroidered tester over her head, scrutinising it for any solution to her problems. It was nearly eleven at night, an hour before she had agreed to meet Blaise and she was still undecided whether or not to attend.
She rolled over on to her stomach, tracing the swirls of stitching on her pillow with one finger. On one hand, it was wrong, he was a Slytherin, a hanger of Malfoy no less and a snob.
But on the other...
She sighed softly, rubbing her eyes and gazing out of the dark window. She would decide in a little bit. Right now, she had to work out what she was going to do with Harry. He was following her around and apart from being extremely annoying, it was making it harder for her to see Blaise.
She propped her chin on her hand, her thoughts in a maddening whirl. Something else to consider, the look Malfoy had thrown her was cruel, and delighted. Malfoy knew, she was positive and yet there was nothing she could do.
She hated being so helpless.
*Blaise*
Malfoy stood, stretching languidly before running his hands through his golden hair and smiling down at me.
"I'm going to have a walk around, stretch my legs before bed,"
The impassive face I turned in his direction caused him to bend down and grip my shoulder, hard, before hissing, "You have shown way to much attitude lately Blaise, and if I don't get some more respect from you, you can kiss goodbye (kiss being appropriate) to not only your secret, but your little friend as well,"
I gritted my teeth, unable to respond with the normal verbal retort.
"Better," He patted me on the head condescendingly before swaggering off.
Oh I am going to make him suffer for this.
*Ginny*
She pulled on an old Christmas jumper and some jeans before scraping her hair back in to a messy ponytail. She would go and see Blaise, after all she had agreed, and she would try and reason with herself that he was not all that special.
She knew she was lost when her heart leaped at the mere thought of seeing him again, and suddenly she no longer cared. She practically fell down the stairs in to the common room, and, leaping out of the porthole, she set off towards the willow.
The grass was wet with dew as she waded through it, trying to spot Blaise. The night was crisp and clear, and above her the sky set off the stars to their full brilliance. The moon smiled benevolently down upon Ginny as she hoisted herself up on to the first branch to wait for him, knees drawn up to her chest and shaking with anticipation.
She stared eagerly at the doors, and when they opened a crack she thought that she would fall out of the tree in her excitement. She bit her lips, wishing she had done her hair and makeup properly. She pulled two amber curls out of the band, so they hung decoratively framing her face.
He strode up to the trunk of the tree, but she was invisible to him because her branch was to the right, out of his line of sight. She was about to drop down behind him, when she noticed the tense line of his shoulders and the expression on his face. Something had happened, and she knew it did not bode well.
"She's not coming you idiot," He muttered to himself, and she lowered herself gently down before clearing her throat quietly.
He whipped round, and the delight burning in his eyes was enough to make her run in to his arms and crush her lips to his. Her arms dropped over his neck, settling on his broad shoulders as his hand in the small of her back pushed her towards him.
They broke apart, and Ginny had to remind herself to breathe at the sight of him. The radiant moonlight streamed over him, bathing him in a silver glow so that he was dazzling to behold. She shook her head once, and then moved forwards once more, his lips cool against her own.
"I thought you weren't coming," His lips moved against her own, so that she had to concentrate to make out the words.
She pulled back, his hand feeling as if it was ablaze on her back. He ran his fingertips down her cheek, silver in the glow of the moon, and leaning forward, kissed the very tip of her nose.
"Of course I was, I beat you anyhow," She smiled, fingers playing with a strand of his light hair.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever,"
