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

Chapter 21

Ginny's POV

My heart jolted in my chest.

Wow, he said. I found my lips breaking into a quiet, appreciative grin.

Hermione stopped talking when she saw my blissful look, "Who are you..." she looked over her shoulder and realised. Her brows lifted as she turned slowly back to me. "Aha."

"Something happening?" Ron interjected, stepping into the group.

Hermione blinked at him, "What? No. Nothing."

Harry had turned as well, arm linked like steel through mine. I snapped my gaze away from Blaise, turning to the beads on Hermione's dress instead. My felt my face go pink, and willed nobody to notice.

"It's the staring, isn't it?" Ron said bluntly. He clicked his tongue at me. "I told you, sis. I told you not to wear that thing."

"I bought that for her," Hermione challenged, eying Ron.

"Well, you should have gotten it in red! Wearing green? Bloody hell. It's like she's supporting Slytherin."

"Ron, shut up," Hermione said, but her eyes were wild. They flicked to Harry, terrified he would somehow see through it all. But to both our reliefs, he said nothing, eyes staying lighthearted and relaxed.

Ron huffed through his nose, "Harry, surely you have something to say about this! Ginny's wearing bloody green."

There was a moment of thought as we waited for Harry's reply. Eventually he shrugged.

"Well, no... I mean, she does look brilliant in it," he grinned at me, and I bit back the guilt as I grinned back. "If it makes Ginny happy, it makes me happy."

Ron sighed, eyes sullen and fed up. Hermione smiled at Harry like a proud Mum. When her gaze averted to me, there was an edge. A sharpness. Almost saying: Do this, Ginny. Do it for Harry.

I looked away.

"Let's get some butterbeer," Ron suggested. "The party's starting soon."

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Blaise's POV

She was coming over, arm in arm with the Boy Who Lived.

Every fibre in my being roared with an uncontrollable, irrevocable liveliness. A warm, bubbling fire. Ginny's red hair was pinned up in the loveliest of ways, exposing her elegant neck, her shoulders, her collarbone, arms that dotted with a constellation of freckles. Her dress gave way to a figure that I couldn't stop observing, stop noticing—although I truly kept trying.

In that moment, I realised I wanted nothing more than to be as close to her as possible, to smell her skin and her hair. To feel her breath against mine and the delicate brush of her eyelashes on my face. Again.

From my side, I vaguely heard Pansy say, "What the bloody hell is she on about?"

She is... this is...

My gaze yanked up from her dress to her face, and I had to grit my teeth hard to compose myself, annoyed that I was blushing. Ginny was staring at me with startled, uncertain eyes. Large and bright. Harry hadn't noticed her looking at me, not the very inappropriate, embarrassing look that I had been giving her.

Our eye-contact was broken cruelly by Harry Potter stopping to chat with some friends. Ginny hadn't been paying attention, and jerked at the sudden stop, nearly flying forward. She whirled to face Harry, eyes dazed.

Despite her angelic show, she didn't miss a chance to be flustered and cheeky.

I couldn't help a snort, and smothered the rest of my laugh with my pasty, veering around back to the food table.

A minute later, grabbing another snack, I allowed myself to avert subtly back to Ginny. She stood there at bloody Harry Potter's side, smiling tentatively at the people they spoke to. But her cheeks were tinted with red, and I knew she was embarrassed about nearly falling over in her dress.

My smile widened.

"What's that stupid grin on your face for?" Pansy nagged sharply.

"None of your business," I replied quippedly, but there was no edge to my voice.

Just then, Theo darted back through the crowd, struggling with three drinks.

"Here ya go!" He handed me mine. When I didn't acknowledge him, he frowned annoyedly. "Um, you're welcome?"

I finally tore my gaze away, looking at him, "What? Fine. Thanks, mate." Theo just stared at me funnily.

"Is that mine?" Pansy asked Theo, and—I could have sworn there was bashfulness in her tone. Theo nodded and handed the last bottle to her. She took it gently, face screwing into a grin. "Thanks."

Theo nodded, "Okay."

She opened the bottle and took a large swig. I watched her through the corner of my eye, knowing her face was flushed as much as she was flustered. Gulping down her drink, she wiped her wet mouth with the back of her hand—again, an extremely un-Pansy-like motion.

I glanced over that Theo. He was such an idiot. He hadn't noticed a thing.

Pansy and Theo. Pansy Parkinson and Theo Friggin Nott. I wanted to scoff. Pansy had almost every guy in Slytherin lusting over her, and of all people she chooses to get flustered over Theo.

Maybe we're all losing our minds. I thought. Maybe I spread this crazy disease to them when I started liking Ginny.

Music was playing now, an orchestra of instruments playing without musicians. The alluring classical instruments instantly drew the attention of many girls in the room. Couples wandered onto the dance floor, excited and bubbling with laughter. Draco and Astoria were among them.

Ginny and Harry turned to watch the dancing couples. He leaned towards her and whispered something, his hands roped around her waist. She leaned slightly away and paused, seeming to think through something. Then, she nodded.

I watched the two of them make onto the dance floor, her green gown caressing the floor behind her. They started to dance.

Everything I'd ever felt for Ginny ever came swarming back to me as she danced. My face heated slightly, for whatever stupid reason.

She danced like music. She danced like an awkward child. She danced like an angel.