Hermione could see the tall, tan and ruggedly handsome Italian boy from the corner of her eye. Every Saturday morning she would come to the library in an attempt to study. However, she may have come down regularly because he was always there sitting but two tables away. Blaise Zabini was intelligent, attractive and kind yet he had somehow managed to find his way into the house of serpents, something Hermione would never be able to understand. This strange relationship she had with him went the same they would each sit at their desks on a Saturday morning at around the same time and each would take turns to stare at the other hoping the other would not be watching.


Blaise couldn't help but stare at the bushy haired girl sitting but two tables away. He knew that she was looking at him but he didn't care for he was doing the exact same. Blaise was not like his friend Draco, he was not prejudiced against muggle borns and he had a unique appreciation for girls with intelligence and initiative. Every Saturday he would try to make a move closer to the Gryffindor princess. He would fight with himself whether or not he should go over and talk to her or whether he should just let it be. After all a Slytherin-Gryffindor relationship would be seen to be quite controversial.

That's it. Blaise had decided. He rose from his chair leaving all his books and notes sprawled across the table. Walking past the two tables that sat between his own and Hermione's he decided on what he would say.

"Hermione," was the first word to leave the Slytherins mouth. Hermione looked up a little confused as to why the overly attractive young Slytherin was currently standing over her desk talking to her.

"Yes Blaise," she managed to get out weakly.

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime, possibly discuss the effects of the animi-exsculpo potion? Or not that would be lame. Would you like to go on a date with me Hermione?"

What else was there to say? She had been admiring this boy for at least two years and finally he had gotten up the courage to ask her out.

"Why not?" She replied whole heartedly.

"Okay cool, I'll find you later and then we can maybe hang out." As Blaise spun around to head back to his desk he walked into the corner of the table he had apparently over looked. Hermione burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggling and all Blaise could do was smile at her beautiful laugh and smile.

"That was not supposed to happen. I'll talk to you later," he said one last time before turning around, carefully avoiding an tables, and returning to his belongings which he swept into his bag and walked out of the library as fast yet with as much pride as he possibly could after the table incident.


Hermione remained at her table completely dumbfounded unsure of what had just occurred. One of the most attractive and intelligent boys in the school had just asked her out on a date. She had often dreamed about going out with Blaise. He was after all the perfect guy. His gorgeous tan skin and his luscious brown curls teamed with his golden honey eyes could make any girls knees turn to jelly. Thankfully for Hermione she had been sitting down when he had approached her and asked her on a date. She just couldn't wait to go and tell Ginny. She neatly piled her books into her bag and left the library in search of the Great Hall as lunch was just beginning to be served.


As Blaise entered the Great Hall, Draco could see that there was something different about his friend. The usually serious and composed Italian was smiling something that was rarely seen. Blaise took his usual spot to the right side of Draco a smile still plastered to his face.

"Why are you smiling?" Draco let out with a sneer waking Blaise form his day dream.

"I did it, I actually did it," he replied as if still in a dream.

"What did you do? You're walking around like a babbling oaf," Draco replied sharply.

"I asked her to go on a date with me."

"Wait, what? Who? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"You won't believe me if I told you, so I'm not going to tell you until I'm sure she's okay with you knowing."

"Why wouldn't you tell me? I'm your best mate," Draco declared trying to sound hurt.

"Because I don't know if she wants people to know about us yet. We havn't actually gone on a date yet."

"Then why are you acting like you just fucked the love of your life?"


"Ginny you will not believe what just happened to me," declared before evening sitting on the bench.

"What happened? I havn't seen you smile so much since you met Lockhart."

"Let's not talk about Lockhart shall we. He asked me out!"

"Who asked you out?" Ginny replied a little louder than was probably necessary because it drew both Harry and Ron away from their food.

"Who asked you out 'Mione?" Ron questioned whilst still chewing on a piece of chicken. The boy never did seem to learn table manners.

"Blaise Zabini."

At hearing the name both Ron and Harry spat out the food they had once been chewing.

"That's disgusting boys and is it really that much of a surprise that a really cute guy would ask me out?"
"Of course not," Harry replied quickly not wanting to upset his friend.

"Yes it is surprising what would Zabini want with you? I mean your Hermione."

Hermione could not believe what Ron had just said.

"So what you're basically saying is I'm not worth it? I don't deserve to go out with a kind, intelligent and extremely handsome guy? Well you know what," before she finished her sentence Hermione had thrown her goblet of pumpkin juice at him and was storming out of the Great Hall.

Blaise had of course seen the entire thing and could only think how he'd gotten himself a fiery one.


Okay so this is something I have been wanting to write for a long time. I'm sorry for those who have read my first story and I apologise for not finishing it. The story line went dry and I had no idea where I wanted it to go. I will try and update this as regularly as possible. I am on exams at the moment so I don't know why I wrote this because I should have been studying for my legal studies exam. Hope you enjoy and please review!

Thanks :)