WHO: Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass Vaisey WHERE: Zabini Mansion WHEN: Around lunch time, after their exchange WHAT: Blaise makes Daphne choose. RATING: Unsure. I'll change it when need be.
Unable to sleep through the entire night, Blaise couldn't cease his thoughts about Daphne. He had spoken to her in a way that he had never done throughout the years. Did he mean any horrible sentence that he wrote? No, never. Not in a million years. They were written down hastily in an angry manner without a second thought or glance. Blaise had wished he had done just that though. However, all intense anger would have been subsided if she had simply thought of him once throughout her marriage. The ginger had suggested a vacation at the wrong time. Of course, he didn't know if Nikolas was the one that came up with the stupid idea of venturing within Barcelona, but it was better to blame the other guy then her. It made things slightly better. Blaise understood that things had no chance of reverting to the time that he could spend any free moment that his heart desired with Daphne. That simply couldn't be any longer. He couldn't pick and choose the times that they met with each other anymore. It was all up to her, but the dull ache within his body each time his best friend decided to spend time with one that was never deserving in the first place.
A part of him wished with all of his might that he could have revealed the true feelings that he hid long before their vacation in Greece a few years ago. However, it wasn't in him to admit to anything o the sort. Blaise had always had feelings for the eldest Greengrass sibling, ever since he met her during his first year. The prospect of not wanting to hurt her through his escapades had held him back all those years. It probably didn't help that the moment that he let three little words escape from his lips had been a point of their lives that they couldn't turn their heads and forget all that forced upon them, more so Daphne than himself. He had his chance and blew it.
As for the game went, he had hardly noticed more than a handful of glances between the couple. After all, Blaise had a game to place a win under his belt. No matter how angry he had found himself in a matter of seconds after the first glance, he somehow pushed that aside and placed all his focus upon the game. Sure, that particular game had changed his views somewhat on the fairer sex on the same team as himself. He had remembered his negative, nasty thoughts back within Hogwarts when the Ginger had placed Bulstrode in the starting game. That event wasn't enough to change his thoughts on the subject, but he couldn't help himself but become honestly impressed the way that Angelina had played the game before being taken out by an injury.
Blaise shaked all unnessary thoughts from his mind, wanting to focus on the reason behind Daphne making an appearence within his mansion that afternoon. No matter how things went, badly or smoothly, he had promised himself that he would at least apologize for the negative comments that he made within his journal towards her. Since they publically couldn't be together, she couldn't exactly become his "baggage". Over night admittance to that single subject would be insane. He knew that much, but the thought of Daphne even performing sexual acts of any nature, including shagging, had already broken his heart more than he could bare. That feeling had overwhelmed him was merely because of the fact that he loved her. Yes, Blaise Zabini loved a woman honestly. Most of his efforts were flirting and nothing more, especially with a few scattered and former slytherin and ravenclaws throughout the years. Did he speak such words towards another? Of course not, however, he was fairly certain that Pansy could come up with that conclusion all on her own rather easily.
With himself sitting comfortably upon the couch, Blaise had heard a knock at the door that echoed throughout his mansion. He didn't have to wonder on the person's idenity in the slightest either. Knowing that it was Daphne, he turned his gaze to a house elf standing near him in the middle of cleaning the floors. "Do answer the door. Offer her something to drink as well," he spoke without moving from the current position. Blaise did remark that he would keep distance between himself and best friend. She could choose on how close they should be after their spat. "Well, what are you waiting for? Answer the door already."
Blaise had a small speech planned out within his mind, rehearsing it over and over again within his mind. How did one honestly go by asking their best friend to choose between himself and an arrange marriage? Didn't help that it seemed that Daphne was truthfully starting to seem as though she enjoyed her marriage, which only became apparent to him as she was conviently out of town during the very first cup game for England. Possibly the only thing that would help in that hour of need was taking a page out of his mother's book. That would get rid of the real problem.