"He's back!" Harry cries. "Voldemort's back and he killed Cedric!"
Malory's eyes grow big after the words come out of Harry's mouth. The pain slowly starts to fade and it's replaced by fear.
"There's no way, right?" Blaise asks...
Song of the Chapter: Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron and Wine
Blaise's POV
Remember all of that stuff I had said last year about Valentine's Day? I might have to take that back, the holiday grew on me.
I didn't want to do something completely cheesy for Aary but I also didn't want to just give her a box of chocolates. Like Draco said a while ago, she'd hate that. Speaking of, he helped me a lot with planning the evening for her and I. He's good at doing so, considering he's never done it for someone.
Aary and I saw each other in class earlier and that's when I told her when to meet me. I also said to wear something cute but she always does that. Once the day was done I rushed to the courtyard and started decorating to the best of my ability.
"Aary! Are you ready yet?"
I finished what I needed to do a few hours ago, then came back to the dorms to get dressed. You'd think she'd be ready now but-
"I'm going as fast as I can!" She giggles from the other side of the door.
I groan dramatically and continue to wait impatiently outside. After a few more minutes the door opens. My eyes grow big immediately.
"Bloody hell," I say under my breath. "How do you manage to still take my breath away?"
With her hand in mine I spin her slowly in a circle and the redness in her cheeks increases, matching her dress.
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(Aary's outfit for Valentine's Day)
"I'm sorry it took so long, I had to dig in Mal's closet for this jumper."
I pull her in for a hug and gently kiss her on the forehead. "It's alright, I got a lot done while waiting."
Aary's eyebrow raises. "Like what?"
Instead of explaining, I start pulling her towards the exit of the common room. She doesn't stop asking questions but I refuse to say a word.
"Can you at least tell me where we're going?" She laughs.
I zip my lips playfully but we turn into the courtyard anyway, giving it away. I put her in front of me and use both of my hands to cover her eyes, then carefully walk her over to the opposite side.
"You ready?" I ask.
She nods her head and pulls my hands away from her face quickly. I watch as her eyes grow big while staring down at the green and black picnic blanket with food all in the center. A big smile forms on her face the longer she looks at it.
