Disclaimer: I own nothing, and this will be my only Disclaimer, for the entire story. I forget about them too easily, fyi.
Warnings: M eventually, slowly, but it'll get there.
My characters will more than likely end up being OOC, and I probably won't follow the books/movies with much of anything. And, obviously my relationship is not cannon, that's pretty blantant. If you don't like the idea of OOC, or the uncannon pairings that will occur, then don't bother reading and just flaming my story. It's your choice to read, and my choice to right. Be respectful.
Blaise x Hermione:
not much of a plot really, just going with whatever comes to mind. Might end out terrible, might end out wonderful. Ideas? Message me or review.
Here we go…
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Chapter One: Frantic
Hermione sighed in exasperation for the tenth time tonight, rubbing a hand over her tired eyes she turned to the next page of her potions book. She squinted, her brown eyes narrowing onto the book as the words began to swim and twirl in front of her eyes. She closed her eyes tightly for a few seconds, blinking rapidly and then securing her focus back onto the book in front of her.
She was upset with herself, and more so annoyed with the two teenage boys she considered her friends. She'd been trying to keep them out of trouble, and to keep their homework done too often this week, that she'd allowed her own studies to slip by, thinking that one week of mediocre work wouldn't harm her in the slightest. Until, she realized tonight, an hour before curfew that her potions essay was due tomorrow, three feet and she didn't even have one measly foot done yet. She'd asked Harry and Ron if they'd finished their potions essay, as she'd hurriedly began to pack her books, and parchments into her bag. They'd looked at her as if she'd gone crazy, before Ron had answered cruely with an 'of course mum, ages ago.' Harry had smiled and laughed, while slapping Ron on the back but that was halted almost immediately when he'd caught Hermione's eyes.
She'd looked worried, upset, tired and a bit impressed. Hermione had fled from the Common Room then, not wanting to see the looks she'd have received from the two boys, or the immature things they'd have to say. Rolling her shoulders Hermione focused back onto her essay, the only sounds heard in the deserted library were the soft scratched of her writing. Hermione was so focused on her essay, that she'd tuned out anything going on around her, she didn't hear the soft footsteps, or the low throat clearing. She didn't sense anyone else in her presence, and she didn't even realize as the chair across from her slid out from under the table and a body flopped down into it graceful.
"Granger." Hermione nearly screamed, as she jumped back her chair toppling over as she steadied herself on her feet, hand held tightly against her chest directly above her rapidly beating heart. She took the time to steady her breathing, calm herself down, before her eyes narrowed on the teenage boy before her, who was currently chuckling lowly.
"Zabini, what could you possibly want?" Hermione was surprised at the calmness of her own voice, because her heart was still racing erratically in her chest, threatening to pound right out of her body. She noticed the corners of his mouth quirk upwards, and into his never failing smirk, a smirk that had haunted her sleep for years now. And his eyes which were an interesting shade of blue, almost indigo flashed with pure pleasure, they were eyes of the gods she'd heard girl's murmur in pleasure around the castle. She nearly scoffed out loud at the thought, his eyes were more exotic than they were godly, Blaise Zabini was much too male, and much too unique to be termed as god-like. He was beyond immortality.
"Oh nothing Granger, nothing at all." He stood then, flashing another gut wrenching smile, before disappearing into the shadows of the library. Hermione stood there stock still agape in wonder and puzzlement, as the minutes just seemed to tick by. She flushed suddenly, a blush of bright red sweeping over her face as she finally fell back into her own mind, and could think again. She shook her head, her thoughts still on Blaise Zabini, the quiet Slytherin boy that had been popping up into her life repeatedly these days.
She turned on a sigh, righting her chair and falling back into it in exhaustion. She looked at her essay, and couldn't help the frown that marred her pretty face. Only about an inch to go, but Hermione seemed to already be out of things to say. Snape would find grading this essay of hers a great pleasure, Hermione's shoulders slumped in defeated before she began to fill in that last inch with nothing but fluff sentences, lacking anything of remote importance to the potion.
Checking her watch, she groaned realizing it was definitely way after hours, and the morning would be terrible. She shoved everything into her bag quickly, before throwing it over her shoulder and rushing back towards the tower, making sure to check around corners so as not to run into Filch or his bloody nuisance of a cat.
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I know it almost painfully short, most of the chapters probably will be, at least for the time being.
I hope you like it. Review if you would. Thanks a bunch. Ideas are quite welcome, I'm not definite in where this is going.