Hello my dears :)

Now I've also dared to write a short story. hihi ~
I hope you enjoy it, dear readers <3

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"10 things I hate about you, 10 things I love about you"

subject~ Harry Potter
Genre~ friendship, romance, love
Age recommendation~ P12
Number of chapters~ OneShot
Pair's~ GW / BZ
Brief description~ Ginny isn't sure if Blaise really still loves her. She dares to speak to him about it and expects the worst.
Note~ Ginny Weasley and Blaise Zabini belong entirely to JK Rowling <3 Only the story is mine. 10 things I hate about you: This is a film: 'D At the end of this film a poem is read, I used this one, even if it was rewritten, but in the end it is NOT mine.

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She stood at the window.
The sun shone in the blue sky.
Birds flew in the sky.
The trees rustled in the wind.
Everything could be so peaceful if it weren't for these thoughts in her head.

The young woman brushed a strand of her red hair behind her left ear. She sighed audibly and leaned her forehead against the window. The cool window almost made her shiver, but she didn't mind anymore.

She didn't notice that he came into the bedroom and paused in the door. But maybe she didn't want to see him either. For a long time she had been tormented by the thought of whether he really still loved her. She wasn't sure anymore and the uncertainty grew with each passing day.
Slowly she turned to face the suntanned man. He stood there without changing a face. There was no longer any sparkle in his eyes. No longer the same smile as in the beginning, their relationship.
She knew that they were getting further and further away, but she really didn't want that. The anger simmered in her, she knew that she loved him, but the feeling of hate spread inside her.

The young woman ran up to him and stopped in front of the larger one. She looked up at his distinctive face. The face she fell in love with back then. The brown eyes that fascinated her then and still today. The lips that they kissed so often.
She shuddered when he looked at her spellbound but coldly.

"Blaise .." she breathed and looked down again.
So she could see that he raised a hand and put it under her chin. He lifted her face a little.
"I .. I need to talk to you .." she added.
He nodded and led her to the bed. But she stopped and pushed the young man onto the bed.

"I have the feeling you don't love me anymore.", She started softly and fragile.
The person opposite wanted to say something, but she raised her hand to silence him. So he stayed quiet and looked at her.
"I have the feeling you don't pay any attention to me anymore," she added.
Slowly and gradually her inner anger came out and went on:

"I hate the way you talk to me and your weird hairstyle."
Yes, she couldn't help it and ruffled his thick brown hair."I hate the way you fly with your broom and your whole macho tour."
She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly.
"I hate the way you look at me and suck you up all the time."
She put one hand on the chain around her neck. She got this from him as a present for her birthday.
"I hate it when you're right and your talk."
The first tears found her freedom and ran down her reddish cheeks.
"I hate it when you make me laugh even more than my crying."
She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and sobbed softly.
"I hate it when you're not there and that you haven't written to me."
She let her hand wander from his shoulder to the place of his heart.
"But what I hate most is that I can't hate you ... not even a little ... not even a little ... not even almost"
The young woman dropped to her knees and more tears ran from her eyes, down her cheeks, until they hit the floor.
"Is ... can you believe it?", She asked softly and sadly.

The suntanned man sat down on the floor next to her.
"Darling ..." he breathed and put his hand under her chin again to pull her face up a bit.
She had to look into his eyes.
Into his sparkling brown eyes.
He smiled.

"I love you.", He breathed and tilted his head a little.
"A .. but ..", she started again, but she couldn't finish her sentence because he put a finger to her lips.
"I had a lot to do because I was up to something," he added quietly.
The redheads' eyes looked big at him and he could not chuckle.
His hand quickly disappeared behind his back and took out a small box.

"I love the way you talk to me and your wonderful hairstyle.
I love the way you fly with your broom and all your bitching.
I love the way you look at me and take care of me.
I love it when you're wrong and your nagging.
I love it when you make me laugh and our arguments.
I love it when you are with me and tell me that you love me.
But what I love most is that you love me for who I am. "
Blaise paused and smiled blissfully. He slowly opened the box and asked:
"Ginerva Molly Weasley, do you want to be my wife?"

She clapped her hands over her mouth. She was speechless. She couldn't believe it. She thought he wouldn’t love her anymore, and he was wondering how he could propose to her. She was happy.

She nodded. She laughed and cried.
After a few minutes the loud and hoped-for answer came:
"Yes I do."