A/N: So tired... *yawn* So here's chapter eight for y'all. I'm thinking of
ending this fic at chapter ten. Don't worry though; I won't stop abruptly
like I did with... Oh god, the name is escaping me right now. Oh well, I'm
planning to write a Draco/Ginny fic next. Oh and just incase you wanted to
know, I love the name of this chapter.
***Chapter Eight: Forever, and Always Yours***
"Blaise," she whispered softly, as lightening flashed, lighting up her hazel eyes which were filled with regret and fear. The sight of him made her break out in hysterical tears.
"Samantha! Are you okay?" Blaise ran to her side, dropping his platter of assorted pastries and two goblets of pumpkin juice.
Blaise petted her hair and spoke soothing words. "What happened?" he asked after she had calmed down. She looked into the coal pits of worry that were gazing back at her, full of concern. Blaise's face was stern, yet not cold. She could trust him, but she didn't have the heart to tell him what had happened.
"Nothing, Blaise, nothing. I'm going to turn myself in now. I need too." She got herself up and marched towards the staircase.
"Samantha... No, you can't!"
"Why the fuck not?!" She turned around, expecting him to be a few feet away. Instead, he was right there, ready to kiss her. And so he did.
Samantha broke the kiss first. "No, Blaise. I told you, it won't work. Every time I do something good, take now for example. I've cleaned up my act! I stopped doing drugs and drinking... Well, partially. But that's not the point! My life always screws up and now I realize that it's completely my fault. I could have left at anytime, Blaise. And I didn't."
He held her, even though she tried to get away. "No, you couldn't have."
"Oh Blaise... If you only knew..." She held her head against his chest. Once again, it had provided the perfect place to cry.
"I know, Sam." She flinched slightly at the mention of her nickname. "My father is a Deatheater. I don't go home for Christmas, or even in the summer. I never see my parents. I got away, but you had nowhere to go. I have Hogwarts."
******
Eventually they had made their way up to the common room. Then into Blaise's dormitory. Then, without hesitation, into Blaise's bed. Samantha rolled on top of him, kissing him passionately and moving her hands down to unbuckle his belt. He helped her pull of her shirt, revealing a simple grey bra that was hooked in the front. His hands moved down her waist, but suddenly he stopped.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Blaise asked her, stroking her hair out of her porcelain face.
"Yes," she answered, not hesitating. "This might be the last time I see you."
"You're going to give yourself up?"
Samantha sighed and rolled off him. She stared up at the ceiling. "I have too. I'll write every time I get a chance."
"You can write letters from Azkaban?"
"I certainly hope so. I couldn't live without ever hearing from you." She turned to him and kissed him.
"Same here."
Their hands moved almost in unison; Samantha unzipping his pants and Blaise undoing the buttons on her skirt. Their clothes came off at a slow pace, because they were not fucking, or having sex. They were making love.
******
Samantha awoke the next morning at dawn. Her trunk and other valuables had been placed beside Blaise's bed. She sat up slowly, Blaise's shirt that she was wearing falling down to cover her grey boy-short panties. After recounting the events that had happened with Blaise the past night, she decided she didn't regret any of it. She couldn't leave just.
"Oh Blaise," she whispered, careful not to wake him. "How I will miss you... I just wish I hadn't messed up your life as well."
She opened up the window beside his four-poster. The sun seemed to float at the very top edge of the forest and all around it the sky danced like a silky colour changing ribbon. "Goodbye Hogwarts," she whispered out the window. A gentle breeze blew at her face. Hogwarts had just said goodbye to her.
After getting dressed quietly in the dorm, she leaned over and kissed the sleeping Blaise gently on his forehead. Samantha placed a folded piece of parchment beside his head. It was time to go.
She gathered her strength and finally enchanted her things to float behind her. Blowing one more kiss, Samantha left the dormitory.
******
It was six o'clock by the time she had the courage to knock at Dumbledore's office door. He let her in, reluctantly though, because he had just woken up and was still in his nightgown and cap.
"What is troubling you, Samantha?" he asked her. His eyes had lost the twinkle.
"Sir, I demand that you expel me and send me to Azkaban. It is what I deserve." Samantha swallowed hard.
"I'm glad you finally had the courage to confess."
"Yeah, but believe me it was- Wait a minute!" she eyed Dumbledore suspiciously. "How do you know what happened?"
"I know many things that other don't," Dumbledore said solemnly. "It is a gift, yet such a burden."
Samantha looked at her feet. "So... Am I going to Azkaban?"
Dumbledore nodded. "I cannot play favourites at times like these. And I'm not going to trouble you by going into detail of why I can't let you just stay here."
Samantha looked up at the old man. His eyes peeked over half-moon glasses and seemed to stare right into her thoughts. She had known it. He did understand her. She never knew that it was because he knew.
"When do I leave?"
"I'll have to arrange some things, but as soon as possible. And please, stay here. I can't let you going back into the school and telling everyone about yourself. The ministry likes to keep things quiet, and I don't want to go against their wishes... Again..."
Samantha smiled at the way he had said it. But inside, she was crying. She would probably never see Hogwarts, or anyone that mattered for that matter, again.
******
Blaise was awaked by a bird that had perched itself on his window sill. It was around nine o'clock and way past the start of first class. He may be expelled, but it didn't matter to him. He turned over to face the window, and expected to see Samantha along side him. Instead, there was a note.
"Dear Blaise,
I cannot describe how much I feel for you. I cannot describe my feelings for you. I cannot describe how life will be without you. All I know is that it will suck. Last night was the best night of my life, excluding the first day I met you. I'm sorry that I have taken your virginity and now I have to leave. But Blaise, you must promise me one thing. Please, please, please! Find yourself a girl whom loves you as much as I did. And please, love her back. Take care of her and do not speak of me. It will ruin everything.
I have never felt clean before. I always thought of myself as a dirty whore, but after being with you Blaise, I feel clean. I feel... Like a virgin, touched for the very first time. Please excuse the horrible Madonna lyrics, but that is how I feel. They were the only words I could come up with. Also please excuse my messy writing and the ink blotches. They are from tears, because I already miss you.
Forever, and always yours,
Samantha"
He bit his lip. She had already left, without saying goodbye. He thought it for the best though. Because the last thing she said was: "I love you."
***End Chapter Eight***
***Chapter Eight: Forever, and Always Yours***
"Blaise," she whispered softly, as lightening flashed, lighting up her hazel eyes which were filled with regret and fear. The sight of him made her break out in hysterical tears.
"Samantha! Are you okay?" Blaise ran to her side, dropping his platter of assorted pastries and two goblets of pumpkin juice.
Blaise petted her hair and spoke soothing words. "What happened?" he asked after she had calmed down. She looked into the coal pits of worry that were gazing back at her, full of concern. Blaise's face was stern, yet not cold. She could trust him, but she didn't have the heart to tell him what had happened.
"Nothing, Blaise, nothing. I'm going to turn myself in now. I need too." She got herself up and marched towards the staircase.
"Samantha... No, you can't!"
"Why the fuck not?!" She turned around, expecting him to be a few feet away. Instead, he was right there, ready to kiss her. And so he did.
Samantha broke the kiss first. "No, Blaise. I told you, it won't work. Every time I do something good, take now for example. I've cleaned up my act! I stopped doing drugs and drinking... Well, partially. But that's not the point! My life always screws up and now I realize that it's completely my fault. I could have left at anytime, Blaise. And I didn't."
He held her, even though she tried to get away. "No, you couldn't have."
"Oh Blaise... If you only knew..." She held her head against his chest. Once again, it had provided the perfect place to cry.
"I know, Sam." She flinched slightly at the mention of her nickname. "My father is a Deatheater. I don't go home for Christmas, or even in the summer. I never see my parents. I got away, but you had nowhere to go. I have Hogwarts."
******
Eventually they had made their way up to the common room. Then into Blaise's dormitory. Then, without hesitation, into Blaise's bed. Samantha rolled on top of him, kissing him passionately and moving her hands down to unbuckle his belt. He helped her pull of her shirt, revealing a simple grey bra that was hooked in the front. His hands moved down her waist, but suddenly he stopped.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Blaise asked her, stroking her hair out of her porcelain face.
"Yes," she answered, not hesitating. "This might be the last time I see you."
"You're going to give yourself up?"
Samantha sighed and rolled off him. She stared up at the ceiling. "I have too. I'll write every time I get a chance."
"You can write letters from Azkaban?"
"I certainly hope so. I couldn't live without ever hearing from you." She turned to him and kissed him.
"Same here."
Their hands moved almost in unison; Samantha unzipping his pants and Blaise undoing the buttons on her skirt. Their clothes came off at a slow pace, because they were not fucking, or having sex. They were making love.
******
Samantha awoke the next morning at dawn. Her trunk and other valuables had been placed beside Blaise's bed. She sat up slowly, Blaise's shirt that she was wearing falling down to cover her grey boy-short panties. After recounting the events that had happened with Blaise the past night, she decided she didn't regret any of it. She couldn't leave just.
"Oh Blaise," she whispered, careful not to wake him. "How I will miss you... I just wish I hadn't messed up your life as well."
She opened up the window beside his four-poster. The sun seemed to float at the very top edge of the forest and all around it the sky danced like a silky colour changing ribbon. "Goodbye Hogwarts," she whispered out the window. A gentle breeze blew at her face. Hogwarts had just said goodbye to her.
After getting dressed quietly in the dorm, she leaned over and kissed the sleeping Blaise gently on his forehead. Samantha placed a folded piece of parchment beside his head. It was time to go.
She gathered her strength and finally enchanted her things to float behind her. Blowing one more kiss, Samantha left the dormitory.
******
It was six o'clock by the time she had the courage to knock at Dumbledore's office door. He let her in, reluctantly though, because he had just woken up and was still in his nightgown and cap.
"What is troubling you, Samantha?" he asked her. His eyes had lost the twinkle.
"Sir, I demand that you expel me and send me to Azkaban. It is what I deserve." Samantha swallowed hard.
"I'm glad you finally had the courage to confess."
"Yeah, but believe me it was- Wait a minute!" she eyed Dumbledore suspiciously. "How do you know what happened?"
"I know many things that other don't," Dumbledore said solemnly. "It is a gift, yet such a burden."
Samantha looked at her feet. "So... Am I going to Azkaban?"
Dumbledore nodded. "I cannot play favourites at times like these. And I'm not going to trouble you by going into detail of why I can't let you just stay here."
Samantha looked up at the old man. His eyes peeked over half-moon glasses and seemed to stare right into her thoughts. She had known it. He did understand her. She never knew that it was because he knew.
"When do I leave?"
"I'll have to arrange some things, but as soon as possible. And please, stay here. I can't let you going back into the school and telling everyone about yourself. The ministry likes to keep things quiet, and I don't want to go against their wishes... Again..."
Samantha smiled at the way he had said it. But inside, she was crying. She would probably never see Hogwarts, or anyone that mattered for that matter, again.
******
Blaise was awaked by a bird that had perched itself on his window sill. It was around nine o'clock and way past the start of first class. He may be expelled, but it didn't matter to him. He turned over to face the window, and expected to see Samantha along side him. Instead, there was a note.
"Dear Blaise,
I cannot describe how much I feel for you. I cannot describe my feelings for you. I cannot describe how life will be without you. All I know is that it will suck. Last night was the best night of my life, excluding the first day I met you. I'm sorry that I have taken your virginity and now I have to leave. But Blaise, you must promise me one thing. Please, please, please! Find yourself a girl whom loves you as much as I did. And please, love her back. Take care of her and do not speak of me. It will ruin everything.
I have never felt clean before. I always thought of myself as a dirty whore, but after being with you Blaise, I feel clean. I feel... Like a virgin, touched for the very first time. Please excuse the horrible Madonna lyrics, but that is how I feel. They were the only words I could come up with. Also please excuse my messy writing and the ink blotches. They are from tears, because I already miss you.
Forever, and always yours,
Samantha"
He bit his lip. She had already left, without saying goodbye. He thought it for the best though. Because the last thing she said was: "I love you."
***End Chapter Eight***