Thank you to everybody who reviewed! I'm sorry if I made it sound like the end in the last chapter, it wasn't, although the end is getting nearer...

A fluffy chapter, to make up for all the angst

Please R and R!

It was early when Blaise opened his eyes, taking in the homely Gryffindor common room, so different from his own, and the sleeping girl in his arms. He brushed a single strand of fiery hair away from her closed eyes tenderly, and then shifted in the chair, making himself more comfortable.

It would be an hour or so until the Gryffindors started waking up, he mused, and he was missed. The early morning light illuminated the wall opposite, bathing it in a wash of insipid pinks, yellows and blues. She stirred, his movements alerting her even in sleep as she drew nearer, waking up.

"Hey," He murmured as her eyelids fluttered and opened, brightening at the sight of him.

"Hi," She smiled, a hand pushing back her hair and yawning. "What's the time?"

"I think it's around six,"

"No! I wanted to wake up earlier so we could have more time together." She was struggling up, slipping her arm round his waist.

"You looked so peaceful though," He teased her gently, "So much younger,"

"Oh sh, go back to your common room you horrible Slytherin," She put on a mock angry face, pretending to push him away. Blaise caught her hand and pulled her closer, kissing her lingeringly, on her wrist, her neck, her mouth.

Ginny gave a little sigh, tracing his lips slowly with one cool finger.

"I wish we were in the same house," Her eyes were wistful as they gazed up at him.

"Huh, I can see my parents disowning me if I was in Gryffindor,"

"I would have to be a Slytherin then,"

"No," She was taken aback by the vehemence in his voice, "You're too good for Slytherin,"

"I sometimes think you're too good for me," She gave a sad half smile, looking at the radiance the rising sun leant him.

"Not true," Blaise stroked her cheek, "Would you rather see me with Pansy Parkinson?"

She sniggered at him, before cringing slightly at the mental images.

"I'd better go," He stood, dropping her lightly back in to the seat of the chair, "I'll see you at breakfast,"

Ginny grabbed his hand, pulling herself up after him and slipping her hand in his as they walked to the door.

He bent to kiss her, her lips parting, and slid his arms around her. She hugged him tightly, wishing she could freeze time before he ducked out of the door and walked along the corridor, Blaise looked back as he turned the corner, savouring the image of her leaning out of the porthole waving sadly to him.

Life, it seemed, was perfect.