This has turned into ANOTHER fic collection O.O ARGH!

*Ahem* Anyway, this can be seen in conjunction with the previous two chapters, or as a missing scene from the previous chapter, or as a standalone companion piece. Your choice. Reader's discretion advised: fluff ahead! xD

Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments) forum - Care of Magical Creatures, #5 EC

Prompt: write a 500 Word drabble about the first date

Word count: 500

"Come stay with me over the summer holidays," Blaise had written.

And so she had come.

The Zabini mansion was enormous. Cho gaped as she stared, slack-jawed, at the marble and flagged stone edifice.

"Do you like it?" Blaise asked, emerging from a side door.

Cho spun around, gobsmacked. "You - LIVE HERE?!" she sputtered, incredulous that such a refined, handsome boy lived in such a - refined and handsome house, she concluded. She decided, HE didn't fit. Blaise didn't belong in marble.

Blaise walked over to her. "What's wrong?" he asked, holding out his arms. She slid into his embrace naturally.

"I can't," she whispered. "It's all wrong. It doesn't suit someone like y-me." She blushed at her words. She had almost slipped up.

"It's alright. Don't fear to say what you think. You're right. This isn't me. This is our second house. Our country house, if you will." With a flourish, he took her arm and led her around back. She saw hectares and hectares of farmland.

"See? There's one of our three barns over there.

"So, who lives here?" Cho asked.

"Nobody," Blaise replied, contentedly. A smile played along his lips.

"Is that why?" Cho asked, not bothering to finish the sentence.

"Exactly. Mother is away at the moment. But when she returns, I expect she'll want to interrogate you." Blaise yawned. "It gives her great pleasure, I expect. She takes a great interest in people."

"Well, that's - interesting?" Cho frowned, floundering for the right words. She tried to think through all the various meanings of Blaise's statement. She stopped before she gave herself a headache. Shaking her head, she asked, "Where are we going now?"

"Now?" Blaise wondered.

"Yes. For our first date. We can't have it here." She made a face at the marble.

Blaise swept his hands magnificently, his long fingers graceful. "I expect you're used to a less extravagant living situation," he blushed apologetically, "but we will have to stay here tonight. Tomorrow I can make other arrangements."

Cho felt bad. "No, I meant for our first date, silly." She stuck her tongue out. "Now who's overthinking?"

Blaise laughed. If he had had lighter skin, Cho would have seen him blush. "Oh, I get it. We will go to town. I have everything prepared."

They spent the day in town. They went to market and picked fresh berries, eating some and throwing the bad ones at each other playfully.

They went to a fancy restaurant Blaise had reserved just for them. As they ate, Cho stared at him again, wondering once more about this handsome, rich boy. Blaise talked at great length about the town and his family's farm.

They finished the day by walking along the river. It was peaceful and quiet. The world was theirs.

They shared a romantic kiss as the sun set.

It was the best day, the best summer, ever.