Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: This is a one shot in response to a challenge set over on one of the O&U Cookie Jars. Blaise/Hermione.
Requirements: 1) Wizarding equivalant to a bounty hunter, 2) a ficus tree, 3) Muggle sweets, 4) some sort of bondage, 5) cheese.

HERMIONE GRANGER, BOUNTY HUNTER
"No, I didn't hide it. Must've been the cat."

Peering through the leaves of the ficus, Hermione surveyed the scene. Blaise was asleep on the sofa, murmuring to himself about the twelve uses of dragon's blood. Nothing new there, then. The wireless was playing softly in the background, the noise muffled by the pile of socks that had been thrown on top of it. The sound of the music was muffled even further by the fact that Blaise had placed a plate of cheese on top of the socks.

It's around here somewhere, Hermione decided, carefully raking her eyes over the room. Aha! A flash of blue.

Nearly running, Hermione clasped her hand around the blue thing with a cry of triumph.

Nope, she thought grimly. Just a sock.

"Hermione?" Blaise asked sleepily as she began to search through a drawer, flinging various coloured quills and bottles of ink out of it. He managed to catch one of the bottles before it smashed; he was not so lucky with the other ones. "What are you hunting for?"

"My Bounty. I've lost it. Did you hide it? I found my Mars Bar under the kitchen sink, but my Bounty is missing."

"No, I didn't hide it. Must've been the cat." He paused, pulling himself into a sitting position. "Does that make you a Bounty hunter?"

She gave him a withering look and pushed the drawer closed with a bang.

"Sorry," he apologised. "Have you tried the bedroom?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Blaise, where is my chocolate! I need my chocolate! I'm sick to death of Bertie Botts' bloody Every Flavour Beans. Where is my chocolate?"

Amused rather than intimidated by Hermione's behaviour, Blaise pointed his wand languidly at her. A whisper later, and Hermione's hands and feet were bound. Another flick of his wand and a sock (clean, hopefully) flew into her mouth. Unable to keep her balance, Hermione toppled to the floor.

Blaise knelt down beside her. "Hermione," he said seriously. "If you promise to stop panicking, I will get you some chocolate. Do we have a deal?" Hermione nodded eagerly. Blaise grinned, standing up. His wife was anything if predictable; they had this same conversation every month.

Grabbing a coat and some Muggle money, Blaise Disapparated, leaving Hermione bound on the floor. Needless to say, she was not best pleased when he returned, despite the fact that he came bearing chocolate.

THE END

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Love and hugs and coffee,
silverphoenix