A/N: Thank you to all those who gave me reviews. Except one person however,
but I won't go into detail because that person probably wouldn't be reading
this. Though, before I start this chapter I have a message to all
reviewers. It doesn't just count for this story. It counts for all stories.
IF YOU THINK THIS STORY IS AWFUL THE WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TAKING YOUR TIME TO REVEIW?
Now that that's out of my system, we can get on with our lives. Read on, my faithful fan!
P.S. Frozen by Madonna is the most annoying song EVER. A better song is Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer. That is the song that this Chapter is named after.
***Chapter Five: Kiss Me***
Before he had walked in on Samantha's and Draco's drunken scene, Blaise had been pacing around the dungeons, contemplating why he kept going for Samantha. She obviously didn't like him the way he liked her.
"You're such a complete fool!" he thought, turning the corner past a particularly amusing painting of a man with five straws in each nostril.
Blaise walked faster towards the common room. He was three meters away from speaking the password and entering when he heard the "Ew"'s. Blaise rushed in to see what was happening, fearing that Pansy had completely humiliated Samantha again. The next thing he saw was two drunken fools, one of whom he loved dearly.
******
It was a couple of nights later that Samantha had finally decided to tell Blaise what had happened before she had gotten drunk with Draco. Since it was now early December, going outside to talk would be usually be a stupid thing to do, considering the cold temperatures, but this time is was necessary to be away from every ear that existed on earth.
They had placed themselves on the same rock that Samantha and Draco had come every close to their first kiss. Samantha stood facing out at the lake. She had worn her puffy jacket that quite resembled a marshmallow, pants, her Slytherin scarf and earmuffs that were sparkly and silver. Her hair was tied into a pony tail that slapped the sides of her face when the wind blew. Blaise sat behind her, waiting patiently for her to tell her story. His black jacket, pants and hair had contrasted against the white snow, making him stick out against the background of the castle grounds.
"I'm sorry I'm taking so long," Samantha apologized, turning around and sitting down.
"It's okay. You said that this was a big deal. I completely understand." Blaise smiled. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" he thought to himself as Samantha smiled back in that sweet way that she had.
"First," she said, choosing her words carefully, "I need to show you something." She breathed in deep and rolled up her sleeve. "Apperio!" Slowly, as if the ink had flowed up to the surface of her skin, the Dark Mark appeared on her arm.
"You were a-"
"Deatheater. Ever since I was born. I was taken in by Voldemort, god knows why and raised as a servant for him. I did some terrible things, but there's more to this story."
"Go ahead, you can tell me."
"You promise, no matter what you, you won't tell anybody? Not even write it down in a journal?"
"Cross my heart," Blaise promised, placing his hand over the left side of his chest. "It's aching for you," he said to himself. Why did he keep thinking these things about her? He knew she liked Draco. She liked him a lot in fact. Did he ever have a chance?
"My real name is Samantha Riddle. At least that's what I was taught from birth. While I was working for Voldemort, I got this sense of magic. I was really good at it, even though I had never been taught in any school or by anyone. It started to freak the other Deatheaters out. They felt threatened by my powers. One day, I was at this mall, you know, trying to be a normal teenager, and I was approached by two of the Deatheaters. Tornik and Gorfinge were their names. Both of them were still young, about twenty- five."
"What did they do?" Blaise interrupted.
"They told me that everything that I had been told were lies; that Voldemort was going to kill me the first chance I got. Tornik and Gorfinge just wanted me to try and leave the Deatheaters. I would be killed then, but they didn't expect what I was going to do. You'll have to understand that back then I was very angry with the world. I didn't understand why everyone hated each other so much. Not to mention I was manipulative, violent and rude. Well I took the news really harshly."
"And?"
"I blew up the mall. Of course it wasn't on purpose! My emotions went crazy on me and I went mad. Afterwards, as I stood in a pile of rubble and mangled bodies, it hit me. I had just killed probably over a hundred people." Samantha's voice started to crack. She couldn't hold back her tears. "I was going to give myself in, and tell everyone everything about Voldemort. But I wasn't strong enough. As soon as I saw the ambulances and fire trucks, I freaked out and ran. I don't know how long I ran, but I ended up on a little abandoned farm somewhere in Scotland. I learned magic up to the level that I should at that age through mail order lessons. Since I started those, I became Samantha Zinok."
Blaise breathed out, creating a cloud of condensation. "And you went to different schools from there?"
"Yes." Samantha's eyes were now puffy and her mouth twitched.
"Samantha," Blaise said softly. He brushed her cheek with his hand. "How could you let your emotions become so out of control?"
Samantha sighed. "I'm sorry, Blaise. I've just revealed something that I've never told anyone and I'm not ready to tell you that now."
He nodded. "So now that this is out, why is it the cause of your drinking with Draco?"
"Remeber how I talked about Gorfinge?"
Blaise nodded.
"Well, his son's name is Finley. And he found me the other night."
******
Blaise walked with Samantha everywhere. He wouldn't let her out of his site, except at nighttime when she went to bed. He couldn't explain it, but he felt the overwhelming urge to protect her wherever she went. A week later, on the tenth day of December, that was impossible. Somethings you can't protect people from. One of these things is a broken heart.
It had happened in Potions class and Samantha knew that it was coming sooner or later. She had gotten a detention and to her luck she got to spend it with Draco who had gotten a detention for being late and having an unmistakeable hangover... again. They were sent to polish the trophies and they were unattended. Professor Snape had been called to an urgent meeting with Dumbledore.
Samantha rubbed at a trophy with her cloth.
"You're actually going to clean them?" Draco asked her, sounding a bit surprised but still had his "I don't care" tone in his voice.
"Sure, I've got nothing better to do."
"Then obviously you don't remember what happened when you were drunk."
"Nope. Not at all." She struggled to clean a nasty spot on the House Cup.
"You're quite a good kisser, Zinok." Draco now stood behind her, breathing onto her neck.
It sent shivers up and down her spine. How she longed for the touch of his soft lips on her neck. No! This was no time for indulging her sins.
"We kissed?" she asked him innocently, drawing him closer to her with words. She kept telling herself not to but eventually it happened. She got the kiss she was longing for.
He tasted like a gourmet dinner. So delicious, so elegant. It was one of those things that you savor, so she did, and kept the kiss going as long as she could, letting his taste permeate her mouth. After breaking apart, Draco smirked.
"Pansy would kill me if she found out about this!" he said, grabbing a cloth and starting to shine a Quidditch trophy.
"Do we have to bring her up?"
"Well, she is my girlfriend."
"Would you ever dump her for me?" Samantha asked, starting to get doubtful about the sexy specimen of the male species that she just kissed.
"To tell you the truth, I'm not big on relationships. Anyways Zinok, I don't date Mudbloods."
"But we just-"
"We did, didn't we? Ah well, we all make mistakes."
Samantha bit her lip. She could feel her eyes start to water. She knew it wasn't allergies or a cold. "Doesn't kissing girls mean something to you?"
"You kiss one, you kiss them all," Draco sighed. "Did you think you were special?"
"I thought-"
Draco sighed. "Look, I don't go out with girls unless I'm getting something out of it. I'm with Pansy because she's an easy fuck."
Samantha refrained from crying. She would never let this bastard see her cry. Snape returned right as Samantha was going to leave anyways.
"You two may go," he said briefly and rushed off again.
******
Once again Blaise and Samantha were on her bed. Samantha was crying in Blaise's arms and he was comforting her. It was lunch the next day and Samantha wasn't hungry, so naturally Blaise didn't eat either.
"Why is he such a fucking jerk?" she said between sobs.
"I have no clue. Anyone that takes you for advantage like that isn't worth crying over. It makes me sick when you cry."
Samantha wiped her eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"You're a great friend, Blaise."
That was just it; Blaise didn't want to be just a friend. He really liked her. To a point where he thought that he loved her. Actually, he knew he loved her.
"Samantha?"
"Mm hm?" she answered, picking her head up from off his chest.
"You realize I like you than more than just a friend."
Samantha looked into his eyes. They were like coal mines; dark and gloomy looking. Yet, there was something about them that she didn't see when she looked into Draco's eyes. They had a spark, a twinkle. A twinge of love and emotions that he kept mostly to himself. He also had that face. The one that was in her dreams. The one that made her happy. This was the face that she really wanted to kiss. This time she knew for real.
"Kiss me?"
She leaned in, placing her hand on the side of his face. With closed eyes they kissed. This kiss was different from Draco's. She had no doubts this time. No insecurities. It wasn't like a gourmet dinner. It was like your favourite homemade meal. Simple, yet so satisfying.
***End Chapter Five***
IF YOU THINK THIS STORY IS AWFUL THE WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TAKING YOUR TIME TO REVEIW?
Now that that's out of my system, we can get on with our lives. Read on, my faithful fan!
P.S. Frozen by Madonna is the most annoying song EVER. A better song is Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer. That is the song that this Chapter is named after.
***Chapter Five: Kiss Me***
Before he had walked in on Samantha's and Draco's drunken scene, Blaise had been pacing around the dungeons, contemplating why he kept going for Samantha. She obviously didn't like him the way he liked her.
"You're such a complete fool!" he thought, turning the corner past a particularly amusing painting of a man with five straws in each nostril.
Blaise walked faster towards the common room. He was three meters away from speaking the password and entering when he heard the "Ew"'s. Blaise rushed in to see what was happening, fearing that Pansy had completely humiliated Samantha again. The next thing he saw was two drunken fools, one of whom he loved dearly.
******
It was a couple of nights later that Samantha had finally decided to tell Blaise what had happened before she had gotten drunk with Draco. Since it was now early December, going outside to talk would be usually be a stupid thing to do, considering the cold temperatures, but this time is was necessary to be away from every ear that existed on earth.
They had placed themselves on the same rock that Samantha and Draco had come every close to their first kiss. Samantha stood facing out at the lake. She had worn her puffy jacket that quite resembled a marshmallow, pants, her Slytherin scarf and earmuffs that were sparkly and silver. Her hair was tied into a pony tail that slapped the sides of her face when the wind blew. Blaise sat behind her, waiting patiently for her to tell her story. His black jacket, pants and hair had contrasted against the white snow, making him stick out against the background of the castle grounds.
"I'm sorry I'm taking so long," Samantha apologized, turning around and sitting down.
"It's okay. You said that this was a big deal. I completely understand." Blaise smiled. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" he thought to himself as Samantha smiled back in that sweet way that she had.
"First," she said, choosing her words carefully, "I need to show you something." She breathed in deep and rolled up her sleeve. "Apperio!" Slowly, as if the ink had flowed up to the surface of her skin, the Dark Mark appeared on her arm.
"You were a-"
"Deatheater. Ever since I was born. I was taken in by Voldemort, god knows why and raised as a servant for him. I did some terrible things, but there's more to this story."
"Go ahead, you can tell me."
"You promise, no matter what you, you won't tell anybody? Not even write it down in a journal?"
"Cross my heart," Blaise promised, placing his hand over the left side of his chest. "It's aching for you," he said to himself. Why did he keep thinking these things about her? He knew she liked Draco. She liked him a lot in fact. Did he ever have a chance?
"My real name is Samantha Riddle. At least that's what I was taught from birth. While I was working for Voldemort, I got this sense of magic. I was really good at it, even though I had never been taught in any school or by anyone. It started to freak the other Deatheaters out. They felt threatened by my powers. One day, I was at this mall, you know, trying to be a normal teenager, and I was approached by two of the Deatheaters. Tornik and Gorfinge were their names. Both of them were still young, about twenty- five."
"What did they do?" Blaise interrupted.
"They told me that everything that I had been told were lies; that Voldemort was going to kill me the first chance I got. Tornik and Gorfinge just wanted me to try and leave the Deatheaters. I would be killed then, but they didn't expect what I was going to do. You'll have to understand that back then I was very angry with the world. I didn't understand why everyone hated each other so much. Not to mention I was manipulative, violent and rude. Well I took the news really harshly."
"And?"
"I blew up the mall. Of course it wasn't on purpose! My emotions went crazy on me and I went mad. Afterwards, as I stood in a pile of rubble and mangled bodies, it hit me. I had just killed probably over a hundred people." Samantha's voice started to crack. She couldn't hold back her tears. "I was going to give myself in, and tell everyone everything about Voldemort. But I wasn't strong enough. As soon as I saw the ambulances and fire trucks, I freaked out and ran. I don't know how long I ran, but I ended up on a little abandoned farm somewhere in Scotland. I learned magic up to the level that I should at that age through mail order lessons. Since I started those, I became Samantha Zinok."
Blaise breathed out, creating a cloud of condensation. "And you went to different schools from there?"
"Yes." Samantha's eyes were now puffy and her mouth twitched.
"Samantha," Blaise said softly. He brushed her cheek with his hand. "How could you let your emotions become so out of control?"
Samantha sighed. "I'm sorry, Blaise. I've just revealed something that I've never told anyone and I'm not ready to tell you that now."
He nodded. "So now that this is out, why is it the cause of your drinking with Draco?"
"Remeber how I talked about Gorfinge?"
Blaise nodded.
"Well, his son's name is Finley. And he found me the other night."
******
Blaise walked with Samantha everywhere. He wouldn't let her out of his site, except at nighttime when she went to bed. He couldn't explain it, but he felt the overwhelming urge to protect her wherever she went. A week later, on the tenth day of December, that was impossible. Somethings you can't protect people from. One of these things is a broken heart.
It had happened in Potions class and Samantha knew that it was coming sooner or later. She had gotten a detention and to her luck she got to spend it with Draco who had gotten a detention for being late and having an unmistakeable hangover... again. They were sent to polish the trophies and they were unattended. Professor Snape had been called to an urgent meeting with Dumbledore.
Samantha rubbed at a trophy with her cloth.
"You're actually going to clean them?" Draco asked her, sounding a bit surprised but still had his "I don't care" tone in his voice.
"Sure, I've got nothing better to do."
"Then obviously you don't remember what happened when you were drunk."
"Nope. Not at all." She struggled to clean a nasty spot on the House Cup.
"You're quite a good kisser, Zinok." Draco now stood behind her, breathing onto her neck.
It sent shivers up and down her spine. How she longed for the touch of his soft lips on her neck. No! This was no time for indulging her sins.
"We kissed?" she asked him innocently, drawing him closer to her with words. She kept telling herself not to but eventually it happened. She got the kiss she was longing for.
He tasted like a gourmet dinner. So delicious, so elegant. It was one of those things that you savor, so she did, and kept the kiss going as long as she could, letting his taste permeate her mouth. After breaking apart, Draco smirked.
"Pansy would kill me if she found out about this!" he said, grabbing a cloth and starting to shine a Quidditch trophy.
"Do we have to bring her up?"
"Well, she is my girlfriend."
"Would you ever dump her for me?" Samantha asked, starting to get doubtful about the sexy specimen of the male species that she just kissed.
"To tell you the truth, I'm not big on relationships. Anyways Zinok, I don't date Mudbloods."
"But we just-"
"We did, didn't we? Ah well, we all make mistakes."
Samantha bit her lip. She could feel her eyes start to water. She knew it wasn't allergies or a cold. "Doesn't kissing girls mean something to you?"
"You kiss one, you kiss them all," Draco sighed. "Did you think you were special?"
"I thought-"
Draco sighed. "Look, I don't go out with girls unless I'm getting something out of it. I'm with Pansy because she's an easy fuck."
Samantha refrained from crying. She would never let this bastard see her cry. Snape returned right as Samantha was going to leave anyways.
"You two may go," he said briefly and rushed off again.
******
Once again Blaise and Samantha were on her bed. Samantha was crying in Blaise's arms and he was comforting her. It was lunch the next day and Samantha wasn't hungry, so naturally Blaise didn't eat either.
"Why is he such a fucking jerk?" she said between sobs.
"I have no clue. Anyone that takes you for advantage like that isn't worth crying over. It makes me sick when you cry."
Samantha wiped her eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"You're a great friend, Blaise."
That was just it; Blaise didn't want to be just a friend. He really liked her. To a point where he thought that he loved her. Actually, he knew he loved her.
"Samantha?"
"Mm hm?" she answered, picking her head up from off his chest.
"You realize I like you than more than just a friend."
Samantha looked into his eyes. They were like coal mines; dark and gloomy looking. Yet, there was something about them that she didn't see when she looked into Draco's eyes. They had a spark, a twinkle. A twinge of love and emotions that he kept mostly to himself. He also had that face. The one that was in her dreams. The one that made her happy. This was the face that she really wanted to kiss. This time she knew for real.
"Kiss me?"
She leaned in, placing her hand on the side of his face. With closed eyes they kissed. This kiss was different from Draco's. She had no doubts this time. No insecurities. It wasn't like a gourmet dinner. It was like your favourite homemade meal. Simple, yet so satisfying.
***End Chapter Five***