Twenty-One

                                    

                                          
*EDITED*
                          


                          
Emerald's POV
                          
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Blaise and I sat in the large bundles of blankets and pillows just talking about our day, and what we'd want to do outside of school.
                          
He still seemed fairly nervous as though he wanted to tell me something and I still wanted to tell him what had happened earlier.
                          
"So you want to be a MediWizard huh?" He asked taking another bite of the Mango slices he snagged from the kitchen.
                          
"Yeah, it's always been a dream of mine. I mean both my parents were Auror's, but for some reason that never caught my eye." I explained and he nodded.
                          
"What about you? Any profession you'd want to take on?" I asked.
                          
"Potions professor." He told me.
                          
I raised an eyebrow honestly shocked at his reply.
                          
"It always intrigued me, not going to lie. My mother however always wanted me to work with the Goblin's at Gringotts." He looked off into space.
                          
"How is your mum?" I asked him.
                          
He looked down at his lap for a moment before meeting my eyes.
                          
"I sent her into hiding. With You-Know-Who back, she's sort of a target." He explained.
                          
"Oh, Blaise I'm sorry." I frowned.
                          
I laid a hand on his forearm and he sighed, but soon pulled his arm away and changed the subject back to me.
                          
"So what are your parents like?" He asked me.
                          
Fuck, I had told Mel, Sam, and Drew I had a dad when I told them I had to send word to get my broom. What am I going to tell Blaise? I thought.
                          
"Well, my mom died when I was younger, I don't remember her, unfortunately. My dad was head of the Auror office in the Ministry, but now he just works with the Minister." I told him.
                          
I wasn't lying, truth be told, my mom died when I was young and my dad was working with himself so.
                          
Blaise seemed shocked when I told him, then his face changed.
                          
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Blaise's POV
                          
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No. She cannot be the Minister's daughter. There's no way. This girl cannot be her. It's just a coincidence that she happened to fit the description of the Minister's Daughter.
                          
Then why on earth did she just so happen to have to start here as a Sixth Year? 
                          
My internal battle with myself was causing Emerald to look at me strangely.
                          
"Uhm, I have to go." I quickly got up, startling her.
                          
"What?" She asked confused.
                          
"Look this was nice and all, but I have to go, I'm sorry." I turned and left not bothering to clean up. 
                          
Well, if she didn't hate me before, she hates me now. I hurried down the deserted hallway towards the dungeons, not looking back.
                          
How could I be so stupid? Of course, she's the Minister's daughter. This is an issue though. I can't take her to the Dark Lord, but I also can't turn up empty-handed.
                          
Fuck.
                          
The next morning was literal hell.
                          
Emerald looked sad at the Ravenclaw table, but her friends Drew, Sam and Mel wasted no time in glaring daggers at me. I simply pushed my eggs around my plate. On the first date and I already fucked up with her. God, I'm so stupid! 
                          
I hit myself on the head with my palm.
                          
"Hey man what's up?" Theo asked as he sat next to me.
                          
"Issues," I replied bluntly.
                          
"Well can I help?" He started piling food into his plate, mainly the French toast.
                          
"Emerald Coal is my issue," I told him.
                          
I sighed turning away from my food to look at her again. She didn't look as though she was crying. She just looked hurt and confused.
                          
If I distance myself a little, it will be for the best, but I'm not going to ignore her. We have Defense Against the Dark Arts first. I'll talk to her on the way there.
                          
"Well man, I would fix it before her friends murder you." Was all Theo told me, then he went back to eating breakfast.
                          
I hope you're right.
                          


                          
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Emerald's POV
                          
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After I told my friends about what happened last night they've all begun to glare daggers at Blaise.
                          
I know for a fact that he had a reason to leave like he did and I'm hoping he'll explain it before Mel hexes him into next week.
                          
I wasn't sad about the whole ordeal, just annoyed that I had to clean up and confused as I said.
                          
"You're sure I can't hex him?" Mel asked me for what seemed like the millionth time.
                          
"No, not unless he doesn't explain," I told her again. 
                          
She sighed in annoyance. 
                          
Soon breakfast was over and I was gathering my things for Defense Against the Dark Arts.
                          
"Em, he's walking over here," Drew spoke.
                          
"Okay. You all go ahead I'll meet you in class. We're sending Brittany a letter after classes today right? I heard from Professor McGonagall that she's awake. I hope she's okay." I told them.
                          
After agreeing to meet up in the Owlery later after classes, they left me to face an awkward-looking Blaise. He was rubbing the back of his neck and I raised an eyebrow at him.
                          
Neither of us spoke, we just sort of stared at each other. He went to speak when Professor Snape came up to us.
                          
"Miss Coal, Mister Zambini. If you're both quite done staring perhaps you should head to class." He spoke in his demeaning voice.
                          
I simply nodded and turned away from Blaise, heading out of the Great Hall and towards the stairs.
                          
I guess I was wrong. Blaise doesn't care.