Wanna Be Saved

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Chapter Forty

Books and Breaks

The days of the summer holidays were ticking past much faster than either teen within the Zabini household desired. Bronwyn was finally settled, she felt more at peace than she had done for a very long time, like her cards had aligned and finally things were going in the right direction. And if she was to leave this bubble, then things would no longer be at peace in her world. Her room, she had finally began to constantly call it that in the last few days, had become a brand new sanctuary. The rich cream colours provided comfort and ease and a class to the room of which she hadn't realised she would appreciate as much as she did. 

Plus she had in the last day or so begun to wake up no longer alone in her bed. She was unsure when this had started. How it had even started if she was being honest, but there was not a single thing she would do to change it now it had started. Sure there wasn't often that they actually woke up in each other's arms, tangled like she had read in books. Blaise ran hot overnight, like extremely hot and often ended up sleeping on top of the covers considering they were now in the middle of august. But there was something about reaching over and being able to link their hands upon waking that was worth more than anything else. Upon linking fingers a cool sensation traveled from the tips of her fingers, up her arms and to her shoulders settling in her chest reducing the anxiety of which amounted. Starting her morning in this way, with this ease made everything better.

The pair of teenagers would often share small words at this time in the morning. Blaise all he wanted from these talks was to hear Bronwyn speak, so he could hold onto every word she shared like the greatest sonnet ever shared. He would shuffle closer and closer to her as she spoke until there was no distance between their bodies, often awkwardly burying himself back under the covers as he did so, just to pull her into his arms. Hie eyes locked up her regardless of what she spoke about. Listening, always listening. Bronwyn often lead the conversation each passing day working out of her shell blending her current self with her old self, to create the version she was supposed to be. Sure she still had a lot of growing up to do, they were both only 16 at this point but it did not matter to her. 

"Good morning." Blaise greeted first, as he always did. Often sleeping later than Bronwyn did she waited gently patiently each morning for him to alert her to when he was fully awake. As he often remained asleep when she took his hand now, use to the anchorage it provided, the instant peace and calm. 

"Hi Baby." Her voice was barely above a whisper, as she remained wanting to keep the gentle peace of the morning which stretched on. 

"We have to go to Diagon Alley this morning." Blaise grumbled, already not impressed with the idea of getting their school supplies. Noting that it was highly likely that they were going to bump into people he didn't want to see. Blaise liked his bubble, the bubble that included him and his girl. He knew, he knew deep down that as soon as they went into the London high street that there was a hundred percent chance that they were at least going to bump into Harry Potter. The twat always knowing when to turn up, at the most inconvenient time. 

"We do my love. I need new uniform mine is way too short now." Bronwyn lamented, she had tried her old uniform on the night prior, and was not surprised to see that her additional height once again made everything look ridiculously short on her. The trousers she had worn could not even be considered ankle grazers anymore more 3/4 length. And the sleeves on her shirts also looked stupid. 

"We'll try madam malkins but if the material is too itchy for you let me know." Blaise at this point had moved himself so she was now in his arms. 

"I will." 

"You promise."

"I promise." Bronwyn responded and she felt as he placed a small kiss to the top of her head. "That's my girl." Was added and Bronwyn feared he would never stop spoiling her as it appeared not even her uniforms were safe. Especially considering she had once again received the prefect badge for Gryffindor and she wanted to look the part this year.