Author: princecharmprincesswit

Title: Music of Memories, Chapter Three

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize, not mine, anything you don't - mine.

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Blaise stood beside the window facing the extensive garden of one of his manor houses in England.

'So, that's how she really looks like now,' he thought.

He has always seen her on the cover of some magazine or another. He saw a beautiful woman, but not Ginerva. Not his Ginerva. The press continually made that error – they took a picture, not knowing the true personality of that person they are taking a picture of show who they truly are; they only capture the façade of the person.

Blaise looked over to the pictures running along the mantle on top of the marble fireplace. Among those pictures was one of him and Ginerva. She was tall and gangly then, but she was still beautiful. She had an easy charm, quick wit, and a vibrancy that was contagious, all of which made her beautiful –the envy of every girl.

Ginerva was now more beautiful than he last saw her. She had her brothers' height, yes, but she has filled out to be a proper woman -not overly voluptuous, nor overly slim, but just a nice curved thing. She still carried herself the same way, of relaxed languor and appreciation of everything, and still possessed the unique qualities of 'Ginerva', making Blaise miss her all the more.

The glinting of diamonds on his finger transported him back to memories. It was a week after the Lakeside Discussion, as he had started calling it in his head, when the rings he had ordered made arrived.

His ordering of the custom-made rings did raise eyebrows, especially from his mother. Blaise knew that he didn't usually give his ever changing supply of girlfriends any serious stuff, but then, Ginerva was not a girlfriend. She just happened to be a treasured best mate of one of the riches and oldest wizarding families around, unintentionally, of course.

After dinner that evening, he planned to give one of them to Ginerva. Ginerva got off her chair the exact moment Blaise had predicted she would, five minutes after 8:00, her reason was: 'Why should I be squashed in the middle of those rushing nitpicks, eh? I can get out 15 minutes after the Great Rush Hour.' He chased after her as she rounded on a corner, tossing her a red velvet box, the exact shade of her liquefied ruby red hair. She caught it reflexively, quickly, due to years of practice in quidditch.

"What is this?" she asked, shock etched clearly on her face.

"It's my gift to you," Blaise stated simply, as if giving out diamond rings was a daily chore for him.

Ginny opened the box as Blaise approached, when he reached her side, he was surprised that Ginerva had thrown the box to his head (it bounced off with a sharp 'Cluck!' and he reached out to catch it), and hit his upper arm.

"That was not a funny joke, git", she said staring into his eyes.

His eyes slowly smiled and sparkled. "Don't be a silly goose, love! These are our friendship rings!" he said jovially, opening the box and showing her the rings inside.

Air stuck in Ginny's throat as she saw the rings clearly. They were infinity diamond rings set in gold, instead of plain off-shooter diamonds, the diamonds were shaped, big, and clear.

"They must've cost a fortune!" Ginny breathed.

Blaise smiled at her enchanted expression. By Merlin! He was enchanted himself! Ginny gazed at the rings. She saw the smaller one have star shaped diamonds, clear and twinkling.

She remembered once, beside the lake, she had been painting the sky, with a million of hiding stars, and Blaise, sitting beside her quietly, contentedly. She also saw another one, much larger in size, instead of stars, it had circles on it, but Ginny understood that it was the moon.

"Do you want me to put yours on your finger?" Blaise asked unnecessarily, as he took her right hand and slipped it on her third finger, fitting perfectly.

"Here, let me do that for you," she offered, taking the box and the ring from him, and slipping the ring on the exact finger where he put hers.

"But… what are they for?' she asked, wonder lacing her words.

"You know, it's like what muggles do. They exchange friendship knickknacks," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"What I meant was, what are they for?" she asked again.

Blaise knew exactly what she meant: Why her?

"Well, you and I are friends, right?" That was before he fell in love with her. Without waiting for her reply, he continued

"Well, they're to represent our friendship. Even if we fight, we'll still have the rings to show that we were friends once, so why not again?" he reasoned.

When she looked up at him, her eyes were filled with something that Blaise couldn't name, but he was sure it was reflected in his own eyes, making him feel a spread of warmth throughout his body.

She said "Thank you so much, Blaise. I will never forget this, lose this, sell this, etcetera!"

She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. He hugged her back real tight too.

The lazy wisp of the wind brought him back to his home office. He went to his desk and penned a letter to his Head Secretary, Luke Thomas.

It read:

Thomas,

Find Ginerva Weasley's residence in present time for me ready at my office desk tomorrow at 10:00.

–Z

Blaise had seen many houses she had done up, many pictures the media had, but not her present residential home. Over the years he had been missing her more and more. His business kept him from sending her off, welcoming her home, congratulating her on her many successes, and in general miss out on her. He had felt like shite increasingly over the years.

It was time to see her again.