Just You

Harry Potter stared at himself in front of the mirror. He picked up a comb.

"Darling, there is nothing in this world that can tame that mop, that you call hair, on top of your head," the enchanted mirror in front of him said gaily.

"Who asked you?" Harry sighed as he put the comb down and foxed his tie.

The mirror harrumphed.

"Who would have thought," he asked the mirror, "that a Gryffindor would be celebrating a one year anniversary with a Slytherin? Blaise Zabini, no less!" he added. "I, for one, never thought that I could ever fancy Slytherin, especially after all the run-ins with Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy. It's strange, though. I didn't even know the house Blaise was in, until she told me when we first talked to each other at a party celebrating my Quidditch teams victory at Hogsmede."

"Hmmm, darling, " the mirror agreed, forgetting that Harry had insulted it a few moments ago. "So, where are you taking the girl? From the way that you are dressed, you must be doing something special!"

Harry looked down at his dark suit that made his dark green eyes more prominent.

"Today is our anniversary," he explained. "I want everything to be spectacular, so I made reservations at an expensive wizard restaurant. Then we´re going to a Muggle dance club that Bill Weasley told me about."

He absentmindedly picked up his comb, but dropped it when the doorbell of his flat suddenly rang. Harry rushed out of the room and skidded to a stop in order to take a deep breath. Inhaling, he opened the door.

"Hi," he said.

"Hullo, Harry," the woman in front of him said. "What´s the big surprise?" she asked eagerly, leaning on the doorframe, her silver dress sparkling. Her hair was held up by two chopsticks, her feet covered in shiny high-heeled shoes and sparkling earrings that dangled from her ears. On closer inspection, Harry noticed that one of the chopsticks in her hair, was actually a wand. Harry grinned at Blaise, took her hand, and the two Disapparated away.

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He stared at her. Harry could not figure out what the problem was. It had started when they had Apparated to the restaurant. Blaise had a smile on her face, but it quickly faded away when she opened her eyes. They sat at their table, with idle chatter. During an awkward pause, Harry shifted uncomfortably.

"Do you like he food?" he asked awkwardly.

Blaise glanced up at him.

"Yes. It´s very good."

She looked back down into her plate. They sat in silence.

"I think we are done here," Blaise said suddenly, as she impatiently tapped her fork against her plate.

Harry nodded as he fought to keep his temper in check.

They paid the bill, and left.

At the club, Blaise showed much less interest than at the restaurant. She didn't seem to be having a good time.

"Is the music bothering you, then?" Harry asked, trying to spot what was wrong.

Blaise covered a yawn. "No, not really."

After spending ten minutes at the bar, listening to the DJ spin out song after song, Harry couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing Blaises' hand, they disappeared to his flat. As they arrived, Blaise stretched out on the sofa, while Harry paced around angrily.

"What´s wrong with you?" he fumed.

Blaise stared at him in surprise.

"What do you mean, Harry?"

"I spent months planning this night," Harry informed her. "Reservations at an expensive restaurant and dancing - I thought you liked dancing!" he added. "From what I saw, you were not satisfied by anything tonight!"

He paused, a thought coming to him. He kneeled in front of the woman.

"Is it me?" he asked anxiously. "Do you want to break up with me? Because if you do -"

He was cut off as Blaise leaned forward and fastened her lips upon his. She moved back.

"Harry, I´m not going to break up with you!" she said, amused by Harry's thought. "You have done so much work for this night, and I feel badly for the way I've behaved, but -" She looked up and gazed into his eyes for a few moments before whispering, "I love you. The best gift you could give me is you. Instead of spending time with complete strangers, let´s spend time with each other."

They looked at each other for a long period of time, until Harry adopted a dreamy look on his face.

"Blaise," he murmured, leaning in for another kiss.

"Hmmm?"

"I love you too."