relaxing

for the march creativity challenge

blaise x ginny romantic - "when i said you needed to put peas on your bruise, i meant the frozen kind."

wc 540

"When I said you needed to put peas on your bruise, I meant the frozen kind," said Blaise, exiting their kitchen and looking at his girlfriend in amusement. He'd just finished preparing a special surprise for the two of them.

Ginny yawned. "I'm sorry, Blaise," she said tiredly. "I don't even know what I was doing...well, the practice went really well, Gwenog really liked me - it's just that she had us going for thirteen hours and I can't really feel anything anymore."

His eyes widened. "Thirteen hours? Is that actually even legal?"

Ginny pulled herself up, pulling the hot peas she'd accidentally put on herself off. "I'll get some ice later… And well, it's professional Quidditch. Personally, I'm just glad they didn't have us playing for twenty-four hours straight."

"But love, you have to do it again," cried Blaise, horrified at the mere thought.

Ginny shrugged. "I actually liked it. It was fun."

Blaise raised an eyebrow at that, but then again he was never particularly one to fully understand Quidditch and the way it worked. From what he saw from his housemates always complaining about losing, and all the people he'd seen being taken to the Hospital Wing after a game made him want to steer clear of the sport as much as possible.

"I know it doesn't seem fun at first glance," continued Ginny. "But I really do love the adrenaline rush that it gives you."

"I know, Gin. I'm glad it made you happy," he nodded, before smirking. "Do you have any plans for tonight, Miss Weasley?"

Ginny smirked. "No, I didn't really have anything in mind. How about you?"

"Well, I was hoping I would spend some time with my beautiful girlfriend," he said slyly, giving her a wink.

Ginny smiled at him brightly. "What do you have in mind?"

"I was going to suggest a night out, but I have something better…" he trailed off, giving her a meaningful look.

Ginny raised an eyebrow, "Like what?"

"I've a nice surprise," he said.

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "You've piqued my interest. What is this lovely surprise, Mr. Zabini?"

"You'll have to come and see, Miss Weasley."

"If this is anything like the last surprise - I'm hexing you with a Bat Bogey," she threatened. The last time he said there was a surprise, he'd taken her to the Leaky Cauldron on a Friday night - where a drunk guy ended up throwing up all over them.

Blaise merely got up and left.

"Where are you going?" demanded Ginny, nursing her ankle as she pulled herself up.

"To the surprise," he said, raising an eyebrow. She muttered some curse words as she followed him inside the kitchen - where there was a beautiful candlelit dinner set up, complete with two plates of spaghetti, two Butterbeers, and dessert.

"Care to join me?" he asked her. "You know, before I send you back off to hell tomorrow."

"You mean Quidditch Practice?" asked his girlfriend, raising an eyebrow.

"No...I meant hell," he said bluntly.

Ginny glared at him, before taking a breath. "I'll join you if you stop calling my passion hell."

"Consider it done."

And the two relaxed, enjoying their dinner with a view of the moon from the window.

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writing club -

count your buttons: (word) moon