he sees her standing at the counter, busy with something which he isn’t bothered about concerning himself with. as before he knows it, he’s trapping her in between his arms with his hands dripping the counter tightly, the tension clear to see in the knuckles of his hand. THEY’VE PLAYED THIS GAME SO MANY TIMES BEFORE but they always fall into the trap and they can never seem to pull themselves out of it. perhaps that’s why he tries to stay away from her, to come up with some pitiful excuse why he can’t do something that she asks him, or that he can’t spend time with their own daughter ; 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐. but it seemed that no matter how hard he attempts to peel himself away from her and everything about her chaotic life ( which he knows that he is mostly the cause of that chaos. ), something always drags him straight back to this hell.
❝ it’s about time you went on a date. when was the last time you went on one? last week? ❞ he reeks of sarcasm, staring down at her. he won’t admit that when he heard through the grapevine that she had a date the other night, and that he were ‘nice.’ if the words of his own daughter is to go by, he wasn’t exactly pleased. she may have said more but anything after the word date went over his head as he lost his train of thought, frozen in his seat. the thought of her being with someone … well, jealousy always took over and now he’s looking at her, picturing someone’s hands brushing her neck, someone else in his place and trapping her against the counter and IT MAKES HIM ANGRY. ❝ although one kiss? what a lucky man. does he have to go on a second date to have another? ❞ he’s playing it cool, even if his mind is racing but he’s wanting to know more, despite the idea of it boiling him.
HIS BREATH GHOSTS OVER THE POUT OF HER BOTTOM LIP & steals the very air from her lungs. even after a lifetime at his side, in his orbit, with his hands and lips crawling over her pale skin, blaise zabini never ceases to take her breath away. ( this is why you can’t fucking move on, ginny. you’ve never known how to let this damned man go ).
dark eyes flicker up to meet his own, her fingers curling into tight fists at her side. ❛ when’s the last time you brought a nameless girl home for a quick shag, zabini? ❜ she shoots back, head tipping to one side curiously. the very corners of her lips twitch with a daring smile as she reaches up, pretending to brush a speck of dirt from his shirt. ❛ is that what you’d prefer me to do? skip the second date and take ‘em right to bed? ❜ ( the tension is palpable and it makes you want to scream ). ❛ would that make you happy? knowing another man was touching me in your bed? ❜
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