The After
Title: The After
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ginny/Blaise for rarepair_shorts
Prompt: the sky has limits, too
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 648
Summary: In which remembering things almost has its perks, and there is sexual tension.
Author's Notes: Follows The Most Important Thing That Happened Three or Four Hours Ago.
Link to Prompt Table: Accio!
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The After
“You’re awfully fragile for a boy,” SHE-WEASLEY states carefully after seeing his expression.
“We fell through the roof.” Does he really have to point this out?
She tilts her head from side to side, considering. “Yeah...” she agrees after a moment. “And I did land on top of you. But you passed out again. You seem to be doing that a lot lately.”
“We fell through the roof.”
A shrug. “Well. I didn’t pass out.”
Congratulations to her. She also didn’t get sat upon, but that’s all right, let’s not split hairs.
In fact, let’s get right to the point.
She is definitely sort of sitting on top of him still. Anyone walking in would certainly get the wrong impression.
“Why did you want to know what I remembered?” he asks. If only she would look at him again, he’s sure they’d have another go at a staring contest. He intends to win this next one. Ending in a draw is for Hufflepuffs.
She picks at the Hospital Wing Specialty Blanket (with your choice of scents: lemon or pee; special today: teenaged-bloke nerves, extra strong, get it while it lasts). “I just wanted to know if it was true.”
“If what was true?”
She makes a tiny huff of frustration. “If... I mean...”
Whatever it is upsets her greatly. She’s probably going to start babbling soon.
“You’re my problem, y’know, and you’re a git, like I said, but I don’t reckon you’re the same kind of git as the others, which means that maybe I could handle that, because there are different levels, and-”
Abracadabra.
“Ginny,” Blaise says, and it shocks them both so much that they simply gape at each other for a whole two minutes. He doesn’t exactly like it, the feeling of her first name in his mouth, but at least it gets her to shut up.
Even if he hadn’t really meant to blurt it out like that. It’s like an experiment that got out of hand, and if he keeps up the habit, he’ll have to shack up with Potter and HE-WEASLEY #6 in Gryffindor Tower, because only Gryffindors are this...
Unstable.
Stupid.
Spontaneous.
He sits up in his bed, and Weasley shifts accordingly so that she’s sitting tentatively next to him, one leg still sprawled over his like an old habit. He can barely feel the weight at the same time that it’s so heavy, the only thing he can sense in the entire world.
And the world is surely coming apart at the seams, because he leans forward at the same time she does, and she is just close enough. Her eyelashes flutter, and she closes her eyes.
Blaise has snogged girls before. He is Blaise Zabini, after all, and even if he maintains his persona as the Strong And Silent type, it doesn’t make him socially incompetent. But he’s never snogged a girl that he actually likes. Kissed.
Because he’s never fancied any girls like this before.
He reaches out and brushes Weasley’s fiery red hair behind one ear, and then keeps his hand there, fingers splayed gently about the nape of her neck. He leans closer, closer, can feel each anticipating breath against his lips. They graze softly against his own, and-
“OOOOOH, SHE CAME BACK!” someone squeals, and that grating voice will haunt him for at least the next twenty-four hours. “DRACO, LOOK!”
Both pairs of eyes fly open at once, and Weasley scrambles back, horrified. ANDPANSY stands in the doorway, eyes bugging out of her head. DRACO is just behind her, sporting a similar countenance.
Weasley swears, and then flees before Blaise can catch her arm and they can finish what they started, damn it, and he is going to KILL DRACOANDPANSY. Right here. Right now.
ANDPANSY shakes her head. “Oh, now look what you’ve done, Blaise,” she pouts. “You scared her away.”
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ginny/Blaise for rarepair_shorts
Prompt: the sky has limits, too
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 648
Summary: In which remembering things almost has its perks, and there is sexual tension.
Author's Notes: Follows The Most Important Thing That Happened Three or Four Hours Ago.
Link to Prompt Table: Accio!
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The After
“You’re awfully fragile for a boy,” SHE-WEASLEY states carefully after seeing his expression.
“We fell through the roof.” Does he really have to point this out?
She tilts her head from side to side, considering. “Yeah...” she agrees after a moment. “And I did land on top of you. But you passed out again. You seem to be doing that a lot lately.”
“We fell through the roof.”
A shrug. “Well. I didn’t pass out.”
Congratulations to her. She also didn’t get sat upon, but that’s all right, let’s not split hairs.
In fact, let’s get right to the point.
She is definitely sort of sitting on top of him still. Anyone walking in would certainly get the wrong impression.
“Why did you want to know what I remembered?” he asks. If only she would look at him again, he’s sure they’d have another go at a staring contest. He intends to win this next one. Ending in a draw is for Hufflepuffs.
She picks at the Hospital Wing Specialty Blanket (with your choice of scents: lemon or pee; special today: teenaged-bloke nerves, extra strong, get it while it lasts). “I just wanted to know if it was true.”
“If what was true?”
She makes a tiny huff of frustration. “If... I mean...”
Whatever it is upsets her greatly. She’s probably going to start babbling soon.
“You’re my problem, y’know, and you’re a git, like I said, but I don’t reckon you’re the same kind of git as the others, which means that maybe I could handle that, because there are different levels, and-”
Abracadabra.
“Ginny,” Blaise says, and it shocks them both so much that they simply gape at each other for a whole two minutes. He doesn’t exactly like it, the feeling of her first name in his mouth, but at least it gets her to shut up.
Even if he hadn’t really meant to blurt it out like that. It’s like an experiment that got out of hand, and if he keeps up the habit, he’ll have to shack up with Potter and HE-WEASLEY #6 in Gryffindor Tower, because only Gryffindors are this...
Unstable.
Stupid.
Spontaneous.
He sits up in his bed, and Weasley shifts accordingly so that she’s sitting tentatively next to him, one leg still sprawled over his like an old habit. He can barely feel the weight at the same time that it’s so heavy, the only thing he can sense in the entire world.
And the world is surely coming apart at the seams, because he leans forward at the same time she does, and she is just close enough. Her eyelashes flutter, and she closes her eyes.
Blaise has snogged girls before. He is Blaise Zabini, after all, and even if he maintains his persona as the Strong And Silent type, it doesn’t make him socially incompetent. But he’s never snogged a girl that he actually likes. Kissed.
Because he’s never fancied any girls like this before.
He reaches out and brushes Weasley’s fiery red hair behind one ear, and then keeps his hand there, fingers splayed gently about the nape of her neck. He leans closer, closer, can feel each anticipating breath against his lips. They graze softly against his own, and-
“OOOOOH, SHE CAME BACK!” someone squeals, and that grating voice will haunt him for at least the next twenty-four hours. “DRACO, LOOK!”
Both pairs of eyes fly open at once, and Weasley scrambles back, horrified. ANDPANSY stands in the doorway, eyes bugging out of her head. DRACO is just behind her, sporting a similar countenance.
Weasley swears, and then flees before Blaise can catch her arm and they can finish what they started, damn it, and he is going to KILL DRACOANDPANSY. Right here. Right now.
ANDPANSY shakes her head. “Oh, now look what you’ve done, Blaise,” she pouts. “You scared her away.”
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