Wanna Be Saved

- EIGHTEEN -

Chapter Eighteen
Falling

By the time classes had started back fully, Bronwyn realised just how out of her depth she was. Her evenings were spent in the Library desperately trying to catch up on the last four years worth of work she had slacked. All in the name of adventure. Now she wished more than anything that she had never made such a strong friendly connection with Harry Potter, she had never been encouraged to spent as much time with him as possible. She had never got caught up in the adventures of which surrounded his life. Maybe then the studying, aware that her exams were coming up in a few months, wouldn't be so overwhelming. Perhaps she could enjoy her time within the castle walls. 

But alas, this was not the case for the least academically inclined Weasley child. Rather, the case was that she had indeed fallen for the trap that was the adventure and bravery she felt as though she had to show off in order to fit into the house of lions. Perhaps as the hat had pondered very back at the beginning of her time within the school, perhaps she was more suited for the house of the badgers. At least there, she would have been too high to give a shit about her exams. 

Hermione, had been amazing, spending just as much time with the younger girl in the library. Dedicating time to help Bronwyn out when she was struggling as well as focusing on her own studies. She had never made Bronwyn feel stupid for not understanding the basics. But Bronwyn knew there was just a lack of link between the way Hermione tutored, and the way she was able to absorb the information being provided to her. And the more the pair worked together, the more this was obvious and the more she began to realise the reality of why she just didn't get it right. Why it wasn't working as well as she thought it would. That this was mainly due to the fact that Hermione wasn't him. 

And that, that was the scariest part of this all. Because Bronwyn was starting to realise just how much of an important part he was starting to play in her life. Even more frightening considering they were still only just 15, and she hated the idea of starting to form a dependence on a boy so early on in life. But it seemed as though her brain was telling her one thing but her heart was telling her another. Her life was trying to point her in a singular direction, and she no longer had the drive to fight it. She had no further ambition to fight it either. She had no reason to fight him.

Hunting out Blaise Zabini, turned out to be much more complex than Bronwyn first thought. If she was being honest, he was incredibly difficult to track down. She knew in theory the people he spent time around, his friends, yet she could barely find him with them. He didn't seem to spend that much time around Draco Malfoy, not like she first thought, he didn't seem to spend as much time outside by the lake like she first thought either. And this was more frustrating than anything, for it felt as though she had been lying to herself with how much she thought she had learnt about him. It all felt as thought it was just a lie, some sort of box she had fitted him into based on the minimal knowledge she had about him beforehand. 

Finding him at the school chess club. That was not something she had exactly expected. Bronwyn had allowed herself once a fortnight to spend time within the club, the one which was somehow still allowed to exist under the schools strict rules from the ministry. But nevertheless, it was important, there was something she could do where she excelled and it would take away the stress of having to deal with everything else life was throwing at her. Therefore, when she came to sitting at a random table, awaiting her next opponent, because if she was being honest nobody came back to play against her for she was just a little too good to be sitting in a classroom full of school students, she never expected it to be him. 

"So this is where you come when you're not in the library these days?" The familiar slightly huskier voice of Blaise drew her attention from where it had been case down to the chess set. 

"Do I intrigue you that much Zabini?" Bronwyn cut back her voice coming off nowhere near as sharp as she had intended it to. 

"I thought we had moved past surnames my little Raven." Blaise went to move the first piece of his board and Bronwyn though listening to what he was saying found her attention mainly on the board. Immediately trying to work out what kind of player he was. 

"Apologies my ember." Bronwyn kicked back if he could have a nickname for her so could she. But when she had done a little bit of research into his name's meaning, upon finding it was latin for stutter she chose again using that. So, it turned to a play on the spelling of his name and a relation to fire. Like the pit of bubbling flames she felt in her chest whenever he was around. 

"Good, good." Blaise only continued to play and the more Bronwyn studied his moves, the more she realised that he hadn't done this very often beforehand. If ever, maybe once. And she might just have found something she could teach him in return. 

"You've not done this before." Bronwyn commented, her voice clear of judgement her tone not sympathetic more realistic. 

"I have so." Blaise started before he met her eyes, and any willpower he had to fight disappeared almost immediately. "When I was much much younger." He confirmed.

"So there's something I can finally teach you?" Bronwyn didn't like to admit that she lit up a little at the thought. 

"Indeed there is."

"I will hold you to that. Once a fortnight we'll meet here. I'll try to get you to be the best player in the club." Her enthusiasm was high and all it could do was make Blaise wonder just what other things out there she was passionate about at this level, and how he would work to find this out. 

"Second best." Blaise corrected her and Bronwyn looked a little confused, surely he wanted to be the best. That after all was the Slytherin ambition. "Second best to you." 

"Shake on it or we don't have a deal." Bronwyn held her hand out for him to shake, and when he took it into his own she smiled brightly a sharp shake was expected but she did not plan for him to not drop her hand. Rather he continued to hold it turning it slightly so he could move her hand up to his lips where he placed a gently kiss upon her knuckles. 

Her cheeks flushed a bright rosey red and she knew that she would be thinking about this moment for the rest of the night. As her body tumbled deeper and deeper into the murky waters of which her fascination lied.