What's Mine and Yours (BLINNY) || Discontinued ~

Chapter 5

Ginny's POV

     The sun slowly descended from the purply evening sky.  When it reached the lake, it melted into the surface, firing a glow across the brim.  Blaise and I sat down on the grass, shifting to stare at the site ahead of us.

From the corner of my eye, I watched his face.  He seemed so relaxed suddenly, lips perplexed into an amused smile.  He looked peaceful.

"Do you come here often?" I asked.

     He turned to look at me at this.  He shrugged.

"Yeah," he considered. "Sometimes my friends are just such losers, you know? The damn group can't stop bickering for five seconds. I'm always wandering around the school by myself, nowadays, and ... usually I end up here."

I scoffed, "Bickering friends?" I thought of my Brother and Hermione. "I know how that's like."

He grinned at me, "I know you do.  Weasley and that mudblood don't get along well, do they?"

He realised his mistake as soon as he said it.

My expression closed down to this one name.  I kept looking at him, hard. 

"Shit," he sat up straighter, pushing a hand up his forehead.  He turned to look at me. "I didn't mean -"

"Then what did you mean?" I demanded.

"Look, I'm sorry," he said.  He sounded sincere again.  I was beginning to think this was the biggest trait about him. "I really didn't mean it like that.  I was just ... I'm used to the terminology."

Just like that, both of us were reminded.  Reminded of who we were, who we hung out with.

Reminded of our differences.

It made my heart start to hurt like a bitch.

"Right," I said curtly, looking back out at the sun. "The terminology.  Everyone in your house uses that terminology, don't they?"

He didn't answer.

More silence passed between us, hanging over our heads like the heaviest blanket of night.

"Can I say something?" Blaise was the first to break the empty quiet. I felt his intense gaze watching me, but refused to return it. "Can I please say something?"

I let out a light scoff, "Say what you want, Blaise Zabini."

He chose to ignore the slyness in my tone, answering, "I don't have a problem with muggle-borns."

I sighed, "Sure, you don't."

"No, really," he insisted. He sounded shockingly serious. "I don't care about pure and mixed blood, any of that stuff. When I came in First Year, it was Draco who ... influenced me, you could say. He's not a bad person. That's just what he learned from birth, that mud — people with mixed blood were beneath purebloods."

We seemed to be going off topic. A frown flickered across my brows as I registered his words.

"Wait, wait—what?" I asked, turning to look at him. "Are you being serious?"

"Absolutely," he said firmly. "That name mudblood just kind of stuck, and... I don't know. Everyone else was saying it."

There was another moment of quiet as this sunk in. I felt a weight lift off my chest as I finally began to understand him. I didn't know why I was so relieved that Blaise Zabini was a good person.

It shouldn't matter what kind of person he is.  I shouldn't care, and yet I do.

"I can't believe it," I said.