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Blaise Zabini watched Ginny Weasley through the shelf, peering between the stacked Caramel Delights and Canary Cream. She was smiling at the shop clerk as they discussed the merits of Exploding Bon-Bons.
He continued to watch her from the corner of his eye. She was a substitute Seeker for the Holyhead Harpies and had aspirations as a full-time Chaser. Dark eyes trailed over her Quidditch fit body and lingered on her more womanly merits. She was always a fit bird but had definitely grown into womanhood with the explosive power of the candy she now coveted.
Bite into me and explode. The idea of her doing that to him did a number on him.
Blaise gave a start when he realised she’d moved away from the clerk, her eyes raking over the shelves. She picked out a candy and was quickly moving to him. Her eyes flickered to him and she smiled, now making a beeline for him.
“Zabini.”
“Ginny,” he said softly. Too softly.
She licked her lips and pressed the packaged candy to her lips. “Don’t think I didn’t see you there, stalker.” She stepped closer and mimed licking the candy in her hands. “Mm.” Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment before staring pointedly at him.
His mouth was dry and he didn’t respond, in fear of croaking like some gormless weirdo.
"Delicious."
Her eyes trailed deliberately up and down his body.
“Y-yeah,” he stuttered.
Fuck . That was so stupid.
But she gave him a soft smile and waved before leaving. “See you around, Zabini.”
He was definitely going to her next game.