The platform was overcrowded and thick with the smoke that was billowing from the train. Ginny practically fell out on to the platform, narrowly missing a very scared first former who squeaked angrily before scuttling off to join Hagrid. She made her way through the crowds towards Hermione, unconsciously looking out for Blaise as she walked. Every blond head she glimpsed was pursued eagerly until proven to be someone else, but as the platform slowly began to empty, she knew he had already gone. She was surprised how great her feelings of disappointment were, and mentally shook herself for acting stupidly.
*Blaise*
He shouldn't have spoken to her like that or me for that matter. She wasn't doing anything wrong. She has changed over the summer, grown, more beautiful as well as taller. I wonder if she remembers. I could never forget that day, the day school finished but she looked at me on the train like she had never seen me before. I missed her, hadn't realised how much till she was there in front of me. Why am I in Slytherin? If I were in her house I could sit at the same table, maybe even next to her...
No. I'm a fool. She is from a family of blood traitors, and I will not lower myself to that despicable level in public.
In my dreams however, in my dreams I can do whatever I wish.
It was cold as the carriages jolted up the bumpy path to the school. Ginny held on grimly, wishing the journey over and trying not to think of him. She turned her face from Harry and sat quietly ignoring the others, in a shadow world of her own. Gazing out across the damp, chilly grounds she remembered last summer, the joy of the holidays, the warmth and beauty of the rolling grounds. Sitting under the shade of a willow by the lake, listening to the world go by...
"We're here," said Harry, pulling her up and opening the door for her. She slipped out, shivering and waited for the others to disembark before trudging up the wide steps to the entrance hall. It was good to be back.