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The first few days of summer break we all just sat in silence while mum and dad rushed off to help with the order. Grandma and grandpa Rowell came to pick up Ava and Lucas everyday to visit and take care of our cousins. Izzy went to the burrow a lot to hang out with Luna and Ginny.

I was on my bed listening to some piano music when I heard the doorbell ring. I hopped and went silently to the front door. No one else was home. I neared the front door. "Charlotte are you in there?", I heard Blaise call. I looked out the peep hole. I swung the door open.

He smirked slightly. "Nice pajamas." I looked down. I was still wearing my sleep shorts and tank with Minnie mouse. I shrugged. "Your parents came by this morning and told me to get you get you out of your room. Your supposed to be behaving.", he sounded worried.

I motioned him inside. "Wait in here while I get dressed.", I ordered him into the living room. the family pictures stared at him with a knowing smile. I smiled inwardly at his unease.

I went upstairs. I put on a simple crop top, shorts, and sneakers. I put my art supplies into my bag. I went back down. He was looking through my mum's old travel scrapbooks. "I didn't mean to snoop.", he started to explain as I came down the stairs.

I walked over and looked at the photos. "There are people here you haven't told me about.", he whispered. I gave him a light smile and began to point everyone out. Then I got to auntie Lily and uncle James. "That's Harry's mum and dad. That man there beside uncle Remus is Peter Pettigrew. Oh, and in this photo when my mum and her friends were on a cruise."

We continued to look at the scrapbooks. "You have a very interesting family. I can't believe your aunts and mum used to prank them back like that. And those dresses.", he chuckled. "Unfortunately, we can't stay here all day."

I lifted my prepared bag. "Where to?" He laughed sarcastically. I went to the kitchen and he followed. "Kreacher!", I called, and he appeared, "I'm going out for a bit so you can go to Grimmauld Place and help there." Kreacher nodded and bowed. He gave Blaise a smirk of sorts then disappeared.

Blaise was confused. "He's going to go gossip to Grandma Black's portrait.", I patted his shoulder, "Don't worry I think she likes you already." We went out the door and I locked making sure to leave a note.

A car pulled up to the sidewalk. A man in a suit got out. "Mr. Zabini and Ms. Black.", he said as he opened the door to the back seat. We climbed in and the man got in the driver seat. Blaise nodded at him and the car went into drive.

15 minutes later we were outside of a nice row of houses. We climbed out of the vehicle. Blaise led me into a house. It had enchantments on it similar to that of Grimmauld Place. He nodded to people that we passed. I looked around in wonder and amazement.

He knocked on an ornately decorated door. "Enter.", his mum called. We entered and she looked up with a smile. "Just wanted to let you know we were home. Don't come up with any of your antics. We'll be in my room.", Blaise looked at his mum like she was planning something. "I promise", she said holding up her hands. As we left the room she called out, "You behave yourself young man!"

I snickered as he led me up a set of stairs. He opened a door and motioned me inside. My jaw dropped. It was a mix of French and Italian décor that had been perfectly picked out so that not one thing clashed or over-powered the others.

"Expecting something different?", he asked as he closed the door. "Not really, just not this scale.", I answered as I walked around the room. He watched me as I explored his room. I turned back to him. He was sitting on his desk.

I skipped over. "Your room is positively gorgeous.", I whispered. he ruffled my hair and I smiled. He pressed a button on his desk and an extra chair appeared. I frowned at the chair, "You're not going to make study, again are you?"

He chuckled. He tapped the chair and sat reluctantly. He pressed another button and the bit of desk in front of me transformed into a mini art studio. I ran my hands over the different art tools. "Have fun playing.", he kissed my forehead as he stood from the desk.

He tapped my shoulder 4 hours later. "Lunch break. Come on.", he gently pulled me away from the desk. There was a delicious spread of French cuisine on a table by the window. He made sure I didn't try escape back to the mini studio as I ate. "Why do you think I'm going to try and escape?", I asked.

"Your dad. He said your mum does the same thing. He has to coax her every day from her work to eat.", he replied sliding a slice of cake towards me. I took a bite. I frowned at him. "Not fair. You know humans aren't supposed to eat food meant for the Gods.", I slid the plate to him. He went to take the plate and I snatched it back.

I laid my head on the table when I was done eating. "That was divine. I can't eat anymore.", a happy tear fell from my eye. "Why are you crying over food?", he looked bemused. "My mum taught me to cook and my grandparents have taken me to the Michelin restaurants. When visiting my cousins', I've tried the local delicacies. I've tried for years to replicate the taste and the flavors, but that food was better. I know it is and I'm happy.", I sighed in content. My eyelids felt heavy.

Blaise picked me up and placed me on his bed. It was softer than a cloud. I fell asleep instantly. I woke up on my own. Blaise was at the desk. I stretched and made my way over. I threw my arms around him and placed my head on his shoulder. "Ah she's awake.", he murmured. I kissed his neck and looked down to see what he was doing. He was reading a book of Edgar Allan Poe. "Do you want my attention?", he asked suddenly.

I'd been reading the book with him and not paying attention. "I was reading with you.", I said pointing at the paragraph I was on. He shook his head and pulled me onto his lap. We kept reading from the book together.

We finished the book in the late afternoon. "Same time tomorrow?", he asked. "It's a date.", I responded. He took me home. "I'll be waiting right here at 8.", he reminded me as I climbed out of the vehicle. I smiled and closed the door.

I went up the steps. I opened the door to find my family whistling as the stood by the window. I rolled my eyes and went upstairs. I put my things down. I went down to dinner.

The next day I woke early. I showered and combed through my closet for something comfy to wear. I picked out a tiered shirt and jeans. I slid into a pair of low-heeled boots and grabbed my bag. I put my hair into a low ponytail as I went down the stairs. It was 10 minutes to 8. I placed a note on the table since no one was awake. I saw the car pull up to the house and rushed out making sure I closed the door softly.

"Morning!", I called. He was leaning on the car. "Morning.", he opened the door and I slid in. He slid in beside me and the car took off.

I stood in the doorway of his room. It really was gorgeous. I joined Blaise at the desk. "What book are we reading today?", I asked. He pointed at a stack of books. He pulled me onto his lap, and we began reading The Lord of the Flies.

By lunch time we finished not only The Lord of the Flies but also The Great Gatsby. He closed The Great Gatsby. "Do you promise not to cry over lunch today?", he asked. "I can make no promises.", I shrugged. I got up and we went to the table.

Lunch today was Italian. I sat down and stared at the food. I faintly heard Blaise laughing, but I ignored him. Everything was homemade. I put my face in my hands after a bite of pasta. "Your so dramatic!", he snickered. "I can hear angels singing with every bite.", I whimpered. "Mum she likes your food!", Blaise called. I heard someone collapse outside his door in glee.

I bounced around in my seat. I finished the main meal and started on the dessert. I examined it and took a bite. The happy tears spilled onto my face. Mrs. Zabini walked in to see my reaction. I sniffled. "She loves it.", Mrs. Zabini clapped her hands. "If I could marry it I would.", I hugged her.

Blaise cleared his throat and waved at himself. "Blaise told me you like to cook. Why don't you cook with me tomorrow?", she asked ignoring him. "Of course, I have some nice éclair recipes that I've tested out on my family that I think you'll like.", I responded. She nodded and turned to her son, "Don't you dare let her go. Ever!" She waved her finger at him before leaving the room.

I returned to my dessert. I looked up and saw Blaise staring at me. I sighed. I slid into his lap. I brought a piece of the dessert up to his lips, "Pouting is not allowed. Eat." He opened his mouth slightly I put the dessert in. "Isn't it divine.", I whispered. He shrugged nonchalantly. I grabbed another piece and put it in his mouth. "It is pure heaven.", I stated. I put a piece in my mouth.

I rested my head on his shoulder. "What am I going to do if your cooking with my mum all day?", he asked. I giggled. "You're the test dummy!" He scoffed. "Do you not want to? Since your good at potions maybe you can help then.", I offered. He looked horrified.

"I think I'll just be your taste tester.", he agreed. I smirked. He played with my hands for a bit. "Would really marry the dessert if you could?", he questioned. "Without a second thought.", I replied. I slid off his lap as he stood. "That's cruel.", he muttered in mock anger. "Those are the brakes kiddo.", I went to pick up another piece of the dessert.

He pulled me back from the table. I tried to go around him, but he blocked me. something about this scenario felt oddly familiar. Like we'd done this dance before. I couldn't quite put a finger on it. I stepped to the side again. I observed the scene thoughtfully. I walked towards him. Just when he was about to reach out and pull me to him, I stepped to the opposite side.

He caught me by waist and pulled me to him. "She's learning.", he whispered in my ear. I felt his lips graze my neck. He kissed my neck gently. He said something in Italian. I didn't understand but knees felt slightly weak. I stared into his eyes. "Your dangerous.", I whispered. "You don't know the half of it.", he smirked leaning down to kiss me.