FIC -- An Imagined Affair, PG
Title: An Imagined Affair
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Pairings: Harry/Blaise, Ginny/Theo, past Harry/Ginny, implied Ginny/Blaise
Summary: Ginny seems to be in the habit of confusing Harry's feelings.
Author's Notes: For fanfic100, prompt 42 - "Triangle."
An Imagined Affair
Ginny, Harry had long since come to realise, did what she wanted. It was probably one of those unwritten rules that Fred and George had been going on about last week - you leave Ginny be, and you don’t get hexed. Simple, right?
Well, apparently not. At least, not anymore. Ginny, Harry had not-so-long since come to realise, was in love with Blaise Zabini. It made his stomach turn in a way it hadn’t since he’d filched a week-old burger from the Dursleys’ fridge when he was nine.
Which was strange in itself - Harry was not in love with Ginny. Not anymore.
She sat at Slytherin table; he rolled his eyes; she flopped an arm over his shoulders; he patted her hand; she stole his toast; he bit into the other half; she flirted with his best friend, he scowled; she whispered in his ear; he laughed. Harry, throughout it all, glared.
And afterwards, when Blaise Zabini approached him in the Charms corridor, Harry’s heart didn’t thump against his throat, and his mind didn’t backtrack through everything he’d seen that day, and when Zabini placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder, he didn’t accompany the hand with, ‘Dearest Ginevra is trying to seduce Theodore. I think it might be working.’
And he didn’t release a breath he hadn’t known he was holding; he said something rather more intelligent than, “Oh… er…”; he didn’t wish that that hand would never leave his shoulder; and when Zabini kissed him, he most definitely didn’t kiss back. Much.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Pairings: Harry/Blaise, Ginny/Theo, past Harry/Ginny, implied Ginny/Blaise
Summary: Ginny seems to be in the habit of confusing Harry's feelings.
Author's Notes: For fanfic100, prompt 42 - "Triangle."
An Imagined Affair
Ginny, Harry had long since come to realise, did what she wanted. It was probably one of those unwritten rules that Fred and George had been going on about last week - you leave Ginny be, and you don’t get hexed. Simple, right?
Well, apparently not. At least, not anymore. Ginny, Harry had not-so-long since come to realise, was in love with Blaise Zabini. It made his stomach turn in a way it hadn’t since he’d filched a week-old burger from the Dursleys’ fridge when he was nine.
Which was strange in itself - Harry was not in love with Ginny. Not anymore.
She sat at Slytherin table; he rolled his eyes; she flopped an arm over his shoulders; he patted her hand; she stole his toast; he bit into the other half; she flirted with his best friend, he scowled; she whispered in his ear; he laughed. Harry, throughout it all, glared.
And afterwards, when Blaise Zabini approached him in the Charms corridor, Harry’s heart didn’t thump against his throat, and his mind didn’t backtrack through everything he’d seen that day, and when Zabini placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder, he didn’t accompany the hand with, ‘Dearest Ginevra is trying to seduce Theodore. I think it might be working.’
And he didn’t release a breath he hadn’t known he was holding; he said something rather more intelligent than, “Oh… er…”; he didn’t wish that that hand would never leave his shoulder; and when Zabini kissed him, he most definitely didn’t kiss back. Much.