Author's Notes- Only another three or four chapters to go. Woo. Thanks for
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Spring came slowly. Two more months of slowly getting to know Blaise and feeling steadily more guilty about Ginny who never suspected a thing. She was far too good for someone like me. The Boy Who Lived was a flawed hero.
Quidditch practise. The Slytherins continued to persecute us and take over the pitch when we reserved it for practise. It was on one such occasion, a beautiful but frosty March morning when Flint managed to knock out Angela and impale me in one idiotic movement.
It was so stupid. Swerving into our path as I flew below Angela. I never really knew what happened until I was falling through the clear, ice-cool air which froze me to the core as it stole through my lungs. Idiotically, the only thing in my mind was what a beautiful day it was, even as it swam into a bright, cool blur of pale blue sky and watery sun.
I hit the ground and seconds later Angela landed. There was the worst feeling imaginable as something splintered and broke inside my shoulder, driven clear through into the ground. Weirdly, the pain didn't really register as I sat up, not until I saw what looked like half a broomstick protruding in splinters from my shoulder. Angela was struggling to her feet, but as soon as she saw me she sat straight back down again. It wasn't the worst injury I'd received but it certainly looked terrible. Madam Hooch was there a second later, her face dead white. I was beginning to feel the first pains, but a weird dull ache rather than the sheer agony I'd have thought possible. A few drops of blood melted the iced grass and for the first time I saw numerous tiny scratches over my skin from the frozen blades. Looked like a night in the infirmary ward for me. I think I passed out somewhere between the fields and the castle.
I woke up some time later with a slight throbbing pain in the area. I sat up abruptly and looked in the mirror. Not too bad. There was a faint pink circle, a small dent showing where the hole had been. It would be gone by morning and I judged it about 8pm. Perhaps I could go back to the dormitory. I dressed quickly and began setting off to find Madam Pomfrey.
Just as I reached the door, I heard voices outside it, low but clearly furious.
"Not again, Blaise. What's the point me even treating you? You'll have picked up something new next week,"
Monotone as always, his reply came back as I peered round the door's edge. He looked rather moody. What was wrong with him now?
"Because if you don't treat me, you know what will happen,"
"Yes," She sighed. "I'll have to treat another twenty students for the same thing by the time the month's out. Why can't you at least ask them to use protection?"
Silence, and a slight shrug. Madam Pomfrey sighed. "I'll go get you something for it. Wait here please- I'll have to ask Professor Snape for some more potion,"
As soon as she was gone I slipped from behind the door. Blaise looked startled to see me.
"What were you talking about?" I demanded, suddenly worried he was seriously ill.
"We were discussing my lovely case of the clap, Potter. Want to know any more about my STDs?"
"Oh," I felt very tired. "Blaise, will you ever stop sleeping around?"
"Maybe if you stop being so damn frigid," He replied smoothly. Ouch.
"I want to know you're sleeping with me for the right reasons," I explained.
"I love you and want to have your babies. Can we have sex now?"
"I have no desire to catch something that will make my genitals wither up and die," I smiled sweetly. Blaise looked moderately amused.
"Then I guess I'll continue shagging my way through Ravenclaw. Did you know Percy Weasley enjoyed roleplaying as a professor?"
"No. Thanks for that, though. It will make visiting his family so much more awkward. I really hate you, you know,"
"But you want me, though," Blaise replied and smiled, as sweetly as poisoned candy. I did want him. So very much.
"Not just for sex. I want to be with you, for real," I felt rather like I was reciting lines from a bad romance novel.
"That's sweet. Notice my utter lack of belief," Blaise looked sceptical. "I can see why you'd prefer me over the Weasley girl,"
Low self esteem? I'd always thought he seemed quite self-assured. I frowned.
"I loved Ginny. I still do love her. But I'm not in love with her any more. There's a difference," It was true. Ginny was as sweet and affectionate as ever, but I loved her only for the adorable person she was. I didn't feel any particular excitement at the thought of her. She... she bored me. And though it was the hardest thing I could do to admit that to myself, it was true. I adored her, for she was a truly lovely person, but there was no thrill when I conjured up her image, no rush of blood coursing through me when she smiled.
"What can I do to prove that I love you?" I asked finally. Blaise looked thoughtful.
"Stop being such a coward. Tell Ginny it's over,"
I felt sick. I'd known for a long time I needed to tell her, and it got harder each day that passed.
"Would you stop sleeping around if I gave up Ginny? Be in a proper relationship with me?"
He nodded slowly. Losing Ginny. I couldn't stand the thought of seeing her hurt. But this was what I wanted. I felt a slight rush of excitement at something so long forbidden coming to me at last.
"I'll do it," I said finally. "Tonight. I'll meet you outside, by the lake. And you've got to tell Flint you're leaving him too,"
"Done," Blaise's smile was unreadable, and as cold and empty as ever.
Spring came slowly. Two more months of slowly getting to know Blaise and feeling steadily more guilty about Ginny who never suspected a thing. She was far too good for someone like me. The Boy Who Lived was a flawed hero.
Quidditch practise. The Slytherins continued to persecute us and take over the pitch when we reserved it for practise. It was on one such occasion, a beautiful but frosty March morning when Flint managed to knock out Angela and impale me in one idiotic movement.
It was so stupid. Swerving into our path as I flew below Angela. I never really knew what happened until I was falling through the clear, ice-cool air which froze me to the core as it stole through my lungs. Idiotically, the only thing in my mind was what a beautiful day it was, even as it swam into a bright, cool blur of pale blue sky and watery sun.
I hit the ground and seconds later Angela landed. There was the worst feeling imaginable as something splintered and broke inside my shoulder, driven clear through into the ground. Weirdly, the pain didn't really register as I sat up, not until I saw what looked like half a broomstick protruding in splinters from my shoulder. Angela was struggling to her feet, but as soon as she saw me she sat straight back down again. It wasn't the worst injury I'd received but it certainly looked terrible. Madam Hooch was there a second later, her face dead white. I was beginning to feel the first pains, but a weird dull ache rather than the sheer agony I'd have thought possible. A few drops of blood melted the iced grass and for the first time I saw numerous tiny scratches over my skin from the frozen blades. Looked like a night in the infirmary ward for me. I think I passed out somewhere between the fields and the castle.
I woke up some time later with a slight throbbing pain in the area. I sat up abruptly and looked in the mirror. Not too bad. There was a faint pink circle, a small dent showing where the hole had been. It would be gone by morning and I judged it about 8pm. Perhaps I could go back to the dormitory. I dressed quickly and began setting off to find Madam Pomfrey.
Just as I reached the door, I heard voices outside it, low but clearly furious.
"Not again, Blaise. What's the point me even treating you? You'll have picked up something new next week,"
Monotone as always, his reply came back as I peered round the door's edge. He looked rather moody. What was wrong with him now?
"Because if you don't treat me, you know what will happen,"
"Yes," She sighed. "I'll have to treat another twenty students for the same thing by the time the month's out. Why can't you at least ask them to use protection?"
Silence, and a slight shrug. Madam Pomfrey sighed. "I'll go get you something for it. Wait here please- I'll have to ask Professor Snape for some more potion,"
As soon as she was gone I slipped from behind the door. Blaise looked startled to see me.
"What were you talking about?" I demanded, suddenly worried he was seriously ill.
"We were discussing my lovely case of the clap, Potter. Want to know any more about my STDs?"
"Oh," I felt very tired. "Blaise, will you ever stop sleeping around?"
"Maybe if you stop being so damn frigid," He replied smoothly. Ouch.
"I want to know you're sleeping with me for the right reasons," I explained.
"I love you and want to have your babies. Can we have sex now?"
"I have no desire to catch something that will make my genitals wither up and die," I smiled sweetly. Blaise looked moderately amused.
"Then I guess I'll continue shagging my way through Ravenclaw. Did you know Percy Weasley enjoyed roleplaying as a professor?"
"No. Thanks for that, though. It will make visiting his family so much more awkward. I really hate you, you know,"
"But you want me, though," Blaise replied and smiled, as sweetly as poisoned candy. I did want him. So very much.
"Not just for sex. I want to be with you, for real," I felt rather like I was reciting lines from a bad romance novel.
"That's sweet. Notice my utter lack of belief," Blaise looked sceptical. "I can see why you'd prefer me over the Weasley girl,"
Low self esteem? I'd always thought he seemed quite self-assured. I frowned.
"I loved Ginny. I still do love her. But I'm not in love with her any more. There's a difference," It was true. Ginny was as sweet and affectionate as ever, but I loved her only for the adorable person she was. I didn't feel any particular excitement at the thought of her. She... she bored me. And though it was the hardest thing I could do to admit that to myself, it was true. I adored her, for she was a truly lovely person, but there was no thrill when I conjured up her image, no rush of blood coursing through me when she smiled.
"What can I do to prove that I love you?" I asked finally. Blaise looked thoughtful.
"Stop being such a coward. Tell Ginny it's over,"
I felt sick. I'd known for a long time I needed to tell her, and it got harder each day that passed.
"Would you stop sleeping around if I gave up Ginny? Be in a proper relationship with me?"
He nodded slowly. Losing Ginny. I couldn't stand the thought of seeing her hurt. But this was what I wanted. I felt a slight rush of excitement at something so long forbidden coming to me at last.
"I'll do it," I said finally. "Tonight. I'll meet you outside, by the lake. And you've got to tell Flint you're leaving him too,"
"Done," Blaise's smile was unreadable, and as cold and empty as ever.