Blaise Zabini
June 12th, 2006
wherever he is…

Dear Blaise,
I hate how you have this spell on me. I can't go into a room without looking into your dark eyes. I can't go to sleep at night without seeing your face in my dreams. I hate you! I hate loving you1 I'm 16, I'm not supposed to love yet, and already you have stolen my heart. Are two fated to love, ever meant to love at all? You a Slytherin pureblood and me a Gryffindor Weasley, a pureblood traitor. I curse the day I ever set eyes on you. You were handsome standing there alone in the hallway, a book poised in your strong tan hands. A smirk on your face as you read through the text, with deep brown eyes. Black eyes that looked up at me giving me, Ginny Weasley a grin. Then you walked off without a word and left me to ponder your behavior for months. I finally figured it out…I love you, Blaise. And I hate loving you…because as much as I want it, I can't have you. Now my world has been torn in two with a broken heart. Thanks, Blaise. Thanks for ruining my life with your love. Baiting me with love I could never have and never will. I hate loving you…

Loving you always,
Ginevra Weasley