In which Stormy Arabelle, branded as the blood traitor of the slytherin house, known for her slight psychotic nature and inability to go a day without pissing off one of her fellow slytherins and in which Blaise zabini, the parisean boy, whose life...
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If you were observant, you'd see it, but blink and it's gone. Blink and you'll miss them catching each other's gazes. Blink and you'll miss the tiny smile that creeps onto their faces when their eyes meet. Blink and you'll miss the unspoken words.
But if you're observant then you'll catch it. You'll see it in their eyes, the way their hands find excuses to brush against each other. Be observant and you'll notice her absence amongst her group of friends. And if, you are observant and happen to have a conversation with the moon, she'll tell you about it all.
She'll speak about kisses and hands and words filled with love and lust. She'll tell you about conversations that would make you shiver. She'll tell you their secrets and the ones they hold dear to them. For the moon has seen it all. She's seen their soul and their body and every inch they've shown to each other. She knows what the Sun will never.
One night turned into a week. Each day, she told herself that she should stop, but when darkness covered the grounds she'd find herself back in his arms. Every morning as she crawled out of bed, she reminded herself that the man she snuck out to see, the man who she hid from her friends was Blaise Zabini. Blaise, who she had known all her life. Blaise whose values rivalled hers. He was everything she wasn't and yet they shared a common line. They were strong and brave and stubborn. They each had battles hidden in the very depts of their souls. She tried to stop but she couldn't.
All the horrible things he'd ever said, the way he'd been a bystander to every person who Draco had bullied. None of this could stop her, even though it stared her in the face. The bottom line was this, Blaise and Stormy were oppositely charged forces, craving and wanting more of each other. It was all meant to be just a night, but it had turned out to be so much more.
How would she ever tell anybody? What words could make her out to not be a hypocrite? None. EVery defence she recited in her head, just seemed stupid and weak. The three people she held closest to her, wouldn't understand. Hell, she barely understood it herself. How had he wrapped her around his finger? How had this become a game of hiding? Had had they even become a thing?
The answer, they were more than just people with reputations. More than just two kids who had nothing better to do with their time. They were hurt and scarred souls, each battling their own thoughts. Blaise still kept his life under lock, but slowly doors were opening. She was seeing a little of his walls fall off and he was seeing her in a way he never had. Nobody knew the events that had taken place during the quidditch match, no one knew except for her parents and Blaise and Draco.
That night still haunted her and her and Blaise and the Astronomy tower became a way for her escape, But he wasn't just an escape. He was more than that. He was a boy who had never known real love, a boy whose life had never known stability. His mother was strong and brave but the shadow of a doubt that she could be a killer still resided with him. He had never known his father and more than anything he'd ever wanted, was to find the man. He wasn't dead, for he'd been with his mother for only a few months. He had learnt that permanency was not something life had wanted him to have and so he detached himself, Pulling apart any emotions that would form an attachment between his stepfathers. For he knew, that there was no point in loving somebody who would die in a few months.
Even with Stormy, he wasn't sure. He didn't know what they were nor did he know how they'd ended up like this. They had spent their entire lives pushing each other away and then in a blink of an eye, they were talking about his life and kissing and being so vulnerable. All his life he had seen himself as somebody whose blood was greater because that was all he knew. With o permanent father figure and mother who was never home, Lucius had become like a father to him. Everything that Lucius taught Draco, Blaise knew. He knew his blood was scared and that people should fear and respect him. He'd never been taught to let people in but she brought it out of him. Lying in the moonlight, opening doors to allow her to see him in a way she never had.
They were to people with a life that had been entangled all their lives. They were kids, each on opposite sides of beliefs. Each with their own problems and both of them with a common secret. They were a secret, hidden during the day and seen only when the moon guarded the sky. They were hidden from eyes who knew them and those that did not. They were secret smiles and butterflies. They had become in a week what they never imagined themselves to ever be. And slowly they were falling, falling far beyond their imagination. Breaking down walls and building a wall around the two of them.
And it was something incredible and powerful and it was the start of Stormy and Blaise.
