"Why did you drag me up here? It's after dinner, so I get to have time for, you know, ME."
Lavender was kidnapped by Blaise as she was leaving the Great Hall, saying today he was keeping her longer than usual. She protested, but growled and followed along. Her interest was beginning to rise as they started up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower.
"Why are we going up here?" she asked him.
"You talk too much. Just wait and see," he responded, not looking back at her.
Once they emerged to the top, the sky was slowly filling with brilliant colors. Blaise took her over to the banister facing the sun. The view was truly breathtaking as the colors blended together into different hues and became more vibrant by the minute. The two were quiet, but she felt his hands on her shoulders. Soon the sun set, and the colors slowly faded away.
"Thank you for bringing me up here. It was stunning," she whispered.
He turned her around, sweeping her into his arms before kissing her. Her eyes widened slightly at the suddenness, but before she could respond, he pulled back slightly. He placed a kiss on her forehead before finally speaking.
"Lavender…," he started. "I don't know how or when it happened, but I can't get you out of my mind. Every moment I'm awake, I'm thinking of you, and whenever I sleep, my dreams are filled with what we could be. I want you to be mine, but only if you want it too. I know I'm infuriating, arrogant, and a complete git, but I mean everything I'm saying.
She didn't know how to respond at first. She didn't know how to respond to what he was saying because she had convinced herself he felt nothing toward her at all. Her lack of a response seemed to discourage him slightly, and he went to remove his arms from around her. Before he knew it, her arms were around his neck and she pulled him down into a kiss. He wasted no time in returning it.
"Blaise Zabini," she whispered when she pulled away. "I have a list of seven things I hate about you. However, the seventh is, by far, the most important."
He seemed slightly nervous about this, a trait very unlike him.
"The seventh trait is to me…you're perfect," she said finally.
Perhaps there was a list of seven things Lavender Brown hated about Blaise Zabini, but at the same time, she could never deny that her feelings for him could never be locked or hidden away. No one knows what the future holds, but in this one moment, everything was absolutely perfect.
