Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, don't sue me.

Title: Longing

Word count: 185 words

...

It wasn't right for him to long for someone. His mother had taught him better than that. People were meant to be used, and emotions were nothing but a hindrance in this.

Yet still, Blaise found himself looking towards them more and more often, wondering if they'd just let him in on one smile, one stolen moment in the dark, one fleeting kiss in the corridor. But they wouldn't, of course. They were the perfect couple: Ginevra was the light to Draco's dark, and he would be nothing but a hindrance to them.

This feeling of longing wasn't right, and Blaise looked away as they ate their breakfast, their hands stroking the others' under the table, and told himself to not look at them again. People were only meant to be used, he thought to himself even as his eyes returned to them once more.

At the same time, both Ginevra and Draco looked up at him, and an unfamiliar feeling of hope rose in his chest. Maybe, he thought, just maybe, they could find a place for him within their fascinating and beautiful world.

...