Love: The Red With The Black
Theme # 49: Wingardium Leviosa


He was walking away. Ginny felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, that had nothing to do with hunger. They were at King Cross, ready to go back home - and he was walking away.

It had been his last year, and Ginny knew she would not have any reason to see him again, now. Blaise Zabini was walking away, into a life that would have no more of Ginny Weasley.

She acted on impulse. "Wingardium Leviosa."

His trunk levitated into the air, then crashed back on to the ground. Blaise halted. And she was running. When she reached him, her hair was a mess.

"I -"

"You did that?" he cut across.

"Yes. I - I wanted to talk to you."

"Sure," Blaise said coolly. "Go on."

Now that she had said it, now that he had replied - she could not. It was too hard, too difficult. "I -"

"Yes?" He sounded testy.

She looked up at him, he looked down at her, their eyes met, the brown with the brown - and then Blaise had pulled her into an embrace, and kissed her.

"Did you want to say something of that sort?" he asked calmly, pulling away.

"Yes," Ginny replied, breathlessly.