Time of your life (Samara)

[blake]

The sight of Hogsmeade in the summer was always a beautiful one. Blake ran a hand absently through his hair as he wandered through the streets, already more early for his meeting with Samara than he would like to admit. Truth be told, there was something about her that just made him...happy.

He smiled to himself, as he popped into the candy shop, buying chocolates, before continuing on his way. The warm rays of the sun shone down, as everyone was out for their weekend shopping and errands. He recognized a few people, guiltily recognizing them as targets who so willingly smiled at him. He nodded, unsure as to why he didn't spend the time waiting for Samara on some of his friends with benefits. He wasn't tied to anyone...was he?

It was funny, in an ironic sort of way. Blake had become the very thing he feared the most; smitten. He had come to the conclusion that beautiful night on the docks with that beautiful girl. It had been sprung on both of them, neither expecting that from themselves, let alone each other. Another hand ran through his hair as he drifted into thoughts of the fiery Slytherin. Somewhere, he knew he should have been upset with himself for letting him fall again. Thomas had been the only other who brought out those feelings in Blake...and Thomas had also used and threw Blake away. But he wasn't feeling those feelings. He was simply...happy...

He entered the three broomsticks, finding a table where the pair could sit by themselves, as he ordered two butterbeers, beginning to realize he was in desperate need of a job. His parents were growing finicky about his crazy money expenditures, and they were threatening to cut him off. He pondered the idea of what in the world he could possibly be good at for what seemed like an eternity. Every time he began to think of something, he realized how he could very easily blow it.

He was pulled from his thoughts when someone found a seat across from him...

[samara]

Samara had dressed up for the occasion, which was extremely rare for her. She had a pair of deep blue flats on her feet, a blue skirt to match and a black tank top. Her hair was curled slightly, and flowed down around her shoulders in fiery waves. She was wearing a lot less makeup than she normally did, and she looked much more... prettyy. People who would have normally recognized her, or were her previous targets, gaped at the transformation as she walked through Hogsmeade. It was the last weekend of the year, and she was trying something new.

Samara made her way into the Three Broomsticks, curious as to where Blake was. She spotted him, looking even more perfect than anything she'd ever seen. Sitting across from him, she gave him a bashhful smile. "Hey," she said, smiling almost bashfully. Blake made her feel special, made her feel beautiful and human. But, most of all, he made her feel like a better person. It was a wonderfully beautiful feeling. Eying the chocolates in his hand, her eyebrows raised ever so slightly? "Chocolates?" Samara asked, curious.

[blake]

Blake shot to his feet as Samara entered all thoughts of precaution vanished as he took her in. Her face wasn't covered in a mask of makeup, as most other girls wore, and she seemed to radiate. He didn't think as he meant in, kissing her lightly before pulling out the chair for her. He grinned, incapable of holding it back as he took his seat across from her. "Hey," the greeting was belated as he continued to watch her.

"Yeah," he hoped she didn't possess the same love of burning gifts as her Slytherin comrade did. "If you'll take them...That is, you forgot to include weather or not you like chocolate in your life story," he smiled as he slid the chocolates. He silently hoped that he would really find out what they were...of course not through talking. Talking never ended well...Blake relied on gestures to properly convey anything he was feeling, or more often to hide what he was feeling.

[samara]

Samara accepted the kiss and the endearing smile with a set of her own. When he pushed the chocolates over to her, she couldn't contain her joy. "I happen to have a soft spot for sweets," she said, opening the box and popping a single chocolate into her mouth. It melted almost instantly, and she smiled even more. This was just too perfect. Setting the box in the middle, she nodded towards them. "Help yourself," she replied, smile turning just a bit softer. Samara desperately wanted to know what they were, but she didn't have the courage to ask.

Blake was the only person she wanted at that particular moment. She craved him like a fish craved water, like fire craved oxygen, like plants craved sunlight. She wasn't about to let such a wonderful treasure slip through her fingers. This was unlike her, but, in a way, it was even more like her than she normally ever was. Still, Samara loved a good flirt, but Blake was different, somehow. He was her perfect thing, and she wasn't going to let him leave her without a fight.

[blake]

Blake gladly took one, popping the treacle fudge into his mouth. "I'm glad," he laughed, leaning back in his chair. He ran a hand through his hair, watching her, still grinning. It had been an unbelievable twist of fate, as destiny had blown down a wall for him. "You look great," he informed her. He felt as if she must know it, although she probably knew it. She was confident that way. "How's your day been?" The question wasn't a simple pleasantry. Blake never bothered with pleasantries, unless it involved earning money from the distant American relatives of his. He took a sip of his butterbeer, grinning over the mug at Samara.

[samara]

Samara grasped the mug of butterbeer before her, taking a sip. It was a nice thing, after being in the heat so long from the walk to the Three Broomsticks. Samara smiled at Blake over the rim, genuinely flattered. "As do you, love," she replied, eyes twinkling. It wasn't everyday she went on a date, or even bothered with the pleasantries of normal conversation. Still, with Blake, it felt... right. "I'm doing wonderfully," she replied, smile growing ever so slightly. "My day's been lovely, and it's future's looking bright," she added, grinning flirtatiously. "And yours?"

[blake]

Blake smiled as he felt himself wanting to reach out and stroke her hair, which was even more beautiful in the gentle curls. He held his hand back, running it through his hair out of habit. "Looking great now that you're here," he winked as he finished off the butterbeer. "Any requests for today?" He asked. Of course, Blake normally took dates in his hands, taking girls out for a wild night of drinking, dancing, and deflowering. It was a first he handed the reins to someone else, and wondered if they would even bother with alcohol. Somehow he thought maybe Samara would appreciate a quiet night for a change, as she was just as familiar to the wild nights as he was.

[samara]

Samara smiled softly. "Simple," she replied, taking another sip of her butterbeer. "Just simple." Samara craved a simple date with Blake, nothing more and nothing less. It was already wonderful, just because it wasn't normal for her to be on a date with someone. She rarely bothered with such trivial things, since most of her boys weren't people she desired to see again. But, like she'd already thought so many times, Blake was so different. It was a welcome change, and something she'd secretly been looking forward to for a long time.

[blake]

Blake watched the quiet bustle of the three broomsticks, most other students having ventured outside in the beautiful summer weather. School was rapidly nearing an end, and he knew he was running out of school years to plan anything for the future. He had frankly never given life outside of the school a thought. "Got plans for the summer?" He asked, gladly accepting a second butterbeer from the waitress. He briefly pondered how wonderful it would have been to see Samara through the summer, but how his family might feel about that was a different story. His mother was constantly on his back about finding a muggle girl, while his father would have a fit about the Slytherin badge on her robes. None of that really mattered. He knew the real Samara, he was sure of it.

[samara]

Samara shrugged, reaching forward and taking a chocolate. "No clue," she replied, popping the treat into her mouth. She let it dissolve on her tongue before reaching for her. Butterbeer to wash it down. "What about you?" She asked curiously, eyes sparkling. She hoped Blake wasn't going anywhere, it would make her summer to get the opportunity to see Blake. That was only if she wasn't going anywhere. Ron had the nasty habit of not telling the family of any vacation plans until just days before they were scheduled to leave.

[blake]

Blake laughed at the idea of him having a summer. He knew his parents would be coming down hard on him, or threatening another shipment out to the Americas to learn his lesson. "Job hunting. Horrid plans," he grinned, leaning forward on his elbows. He watched her, silently gauging how she might react to asking her to come visit him over the summer. Of course, after he had convinced his parents he wasn't on the path of a convict. He silently tugged on one of her loose curls, watching it bounce as he grinned at her.

"Maybe make some time for a certain red-head," he added with a bright grin. He watched, wondering if the reaction would give him any clue not only to her answer, but to where they were as an item.

[samara]

"Job plans," Samara repeated, nose wrinkling. She knew it was wrong, but she'd never worked a day in her life. She'd have to find something when she graduated, but it would be something she was going to enjoy. Holding a meaningless teenage job, like waitressing or working as a cashier was just tedious and awfully boring, in her mind. She was considering trying out for the Holly-Head Harpies, since she was fairly confident in her Quidditch skills, and she absolutely adored the sport. "As for seeing me over the summer, I wouldn't want anything else."

[blake]

Her expression basically described his feelings of the idea perfectly. But he wasn't about to let himself get shipped out again. Especially if it meant leaving Samara behind. Even in America, had he never met anyone like her. He continued to play with the curl, watching her with a smile. "So I take it you won't be working in the mundane muggle world in a year?" He asked inquisitively. Of course, she seemed too hard to tie down to the boring repetitive cycle of a muggle life. His mom believed that the magic was just a "phase", much to the dismay of his father. It was a never ending cycle of arguments, leaving Blake invisible in the background. He had considered being an Auror at one point, for the rush of adrenaline, but his talent and strength and actual want said otherwise.

[samara]

Samara shrugged slightly, smiling at him gently. "Never in the Muggle world. I would hate it and so would my parents," she replied with a small laugh. "My parents want me to either write for the Prophet or get a job with them at the Ministry as an Auror, neither of which I want to do. I think I might try out for a Quidditch team once I graduate, since I love the game," she explained, smiling softly. Samara rather enjoyed the aggressive aspect of the game, and as a Beater she was one of the most aggressive players by default. "And yourself?" she asked, eyebrows raised.

[blake]

Blake had listened so avidly to what Samara said, that he had barely realized she was asking a question. He shook his head. Of course, that was a question he had yet to answer himself. "Ha," he scoffed. "I wrote that book," he laughed. "If my mother could have it her way, I'd rot away behind the counter of a muggle bank," he lent back in his chair, rocking back on the two legs. "I haven't thought of a real career option for myself. Everything seems too...boring and repetitive," he sighed. "Parents will be parents. No matter what, go for what you dream," he advised. It had been the same advice his uncle had given him before Blake had flown back to the UK to be trapped by his boring parents. "Now, as for you on the Quidditch team," he winked. "I'd love first row seats to that," he lent forward, planting a small kiss on the side of her mouth. "You'll be great," he had of course seen her in action, and had resented she was on the opposing team, giving Gryffindor a run for their money.