Hi! I'm on some kind of roll, but I sure as hell can't get my Twilight muse to cooperate...)':

This mini-fic with five chapters is based on a poem(?) I wrote some days ago. This involves Fem!Harry paired with Blaise Zabini, who's a male.

Disclaimer: Oh, he-ell no. Not mine. The poem is, however.

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She was sittin' on the windowsill,
hum, hum, humming to herself,
the first time he ever saw her.
Hum, hum, humming with only him
and the full moon to hear.

Blaise was walking along an unused corridor on the eight floor, when he suddenly heard humming. Being the head boy, he knew that no prefects were out patrolling this side of the castle right now, so who was humming?

He looked around the corner, and there in the window, looking out over the lake, was Nicole Aria Anna Christina Potter, most commonly known as Aria. Everybody knows who she is, and yet, in that moment, he was sure that absolutely no one knew anything about her.

He stood silently for a few minutes, watching the petite Gryffindor who was humming some indistinguishable tune, sitting on a windowsill with her elbow on her knee and cheek in her hand. He then, just as silently walked closer, and said " You know, you shouldn't be out this late after curfew, Potter." She stopped humming and slowly turned her head and studied him for a moment. She then turned her head and continued watching the grounds.

"It's a year ago, today. The war ended the 2nd of November last year. For many, it's a day to celebrate. For me, it's a day of mourning." She spoke in a slow, melodious voice.

The two seventh years didn't talk much after that.

"Be careful that Snape doesn't find you sitting here this late after curfew." Aria nodded gratefully as he turned and continued his rounds.

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Review. The poem sucks.