I saw Draco look at me, and then whisper something to Blaise.
Ugh. He's encouraging him again, I thought as I glared at Draco. He and I had had a two week 'relationship'. No one actually knew about it – and I planned on keeping it that way. I'd broken up with him because he'd been pressuring me for sex since day one. He begged, he grovelled, and did everything to get me back. I told him to never talk to me again. One day after that, he'd moved on to another girl – a Hufflepuff this time. It hurt a little that he had moved on so easily – but then again, I moved on pretty easily too.
I was getting the feeling that someone was watching me. I looked up, and saw Blaise staring at me. As irritating as it was, I ignored it. But then, I felt his eyes on me still. I looked up at him, and glared. He just smirked and kept on staring. I'd had enough.
"Stop staring at me!" I yelled. Draco was practically rolling on the floor laughing. Blaise just smirked and kept on staring.
"Miss Granger, this is a classroom, not a Quidditch match!' Professor Snape snapped, "Ten points from Gryffindor." I looked over at Blaise. He was still staring. Ignoring the need to punch him, I continued on with my potion. Then, Blaise sauntered over to me.
"Why are you here?" I hissed.
"I need to borrow some of your herbs," he smirked.
"Well, I'm not done with them," I snapped, "Get them from someone else."
"I think I can wait," he stood there, smirking like an idiot. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally finished with the herbs.
"Here," I said, pushing them in his direction. He took them and walked away. It wasn't until three minutes later that I realised I need more herbs. I walked over to Blaise's table.
"I need the herbs again." I said, holding out my hand.
"Here you go," he pushed them along the table. As I went to grab them, he put his hand out to stop me.
"I just realised," he said, "I still need them." I growled, and walked over to another table, borrowing their herbs.
"Stupid Slytherin, should go jump off the Astronomy Tower…" I mumbled as I walked out of Potions.
"You really shouldn't speak about your future husband in that way, Hermione," Blaise said.
"I think if I had to choose between killing Voldemort and killing you, I'd choose you," I snapped.
"It wounds me that you're so oblivious to our love."
"What, the love I have for thinking about murdering you?"
"So you think of me? Well, that's certainly a new development. I bet I can get you thinking of making out with me in a week."
"Whatever, Zabini," I hissed.
"How about I walk you to Arithmancy?"
"No!" I hastily walked away from him, but he easily caught up to me.
"So, how much are you willing to bet?" he asked.
"What?"
"That I can get you thinking about making out with me," Blaise said.
"I bet you 5 galleons that you won't get me thinking anything about you other than strangling you," I said smugly.
"It's on," he grinned. With that, he leaned in and kissed me.
"What was that?"
"You won't be able to stop thinking of that kiss, and it can be considered making out."
"I've forgotten it already," I lied.
"Of course," Blaise said as he walked into the classroom.
Damn him and his soft lips and… Oh, crap, I thought.
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That evening, an owl delivered a letter to Blaise. When he opened the envelope, he saw five galleons, and a note.
You win.
The note read. Blaise smirked and added the five galleons to his wallet.