Okay, I'd like to thank the Author of 'Perfect Marks' (I can't recall her name and don't want to misspell it) for inspiring me to this golden path of shipping. I mean, when I read Harry Potter, I never knew whom to put Hermione with. I always never liked Ron (I mean no offense, I just don't like him as Hermione's boy friend) and Harry… well I always hoped Harry would die, and so he would be like, the timeless hero thingy. I mean, it didn't seem right, that's all. Hermione's a brilliant character, but rather tough to pair. I put her with Remus for a while, but there were too many technicalities, and then I came across this new and uncommon (or so I thought) paring. And I loved it. So, here goes my first attempt at Hermione-Blaise. I honestly don't know why so many people make him Italian, but it's hot, so I will to. :D I own no one. P.S. Blaise is not Draco's buddy. Kay? Oh and by the way, I have named this fic after one of Mika's songs (He's hot, and he has a brilliant voice! Go listen to him!). I don't own that song either. Just in case. I can't handle a law-suit now. :D

Here goes, sorry for the long intro. Enjoy!

Hermione coughed. This was not good. This was about the time when she said 'Oh No'. But she didn't exactly feel like it. Saving the world had worn her down. Or, at least, helping to save the world had. She wasn't being arrogant. It was the truth. She pulled out a key from her pocket and opened the door to her small house in London, conveniently located near to a huge library and a portal to the Ministry. Of Magic, of course.

She now worked as an Auror. For those who don't know what an Auror is, it is basically the toughest job around, in which when you are a novice, you get bullied by your seniors, and when you are a senior, you get killed. Literally. She coughed again. Groaning, she disabled several wards around her home and walked in, unconsciously putting them back up again. Practically living with Mad Eye made it difficult to not be vigilant. You could never be sure he wouldn't forget that you were on the same side as him.

Flopping down on her couch, she ran through a list of things she had to do in the next week. Dinner, work, sleep, work, dinner with parents, sleep, work- wait. Shit. Dinner with parents. She wasn't going to be able to make it in this state. What now? Her parents were going to think she was avoiding them. She'd canceled at least three times. Make that six an annoying voice nagged in her head. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn't had anything to eat the whole day. Except for the constant shots of strong coffee smuggled in by several daring colleagues.

Dragging herself into the kitchen, she fixed a sandwich for herself and two glasses of milk. Two because she both liked it, and because she needed to protein and calcium, with the number of bones she broke now-a-days. She scarfed them down and made her way to the bedroom, making sure both her muggle and magic wards were up. Her bedroom was modest; a single bed on the side, a cupboard for all her belongings and a vanity, which she rarely used. Tonight she decided to examine herself in the mirror. Dressed in a tattered shirt and pants, she blew onto the surface of the mirror. Clouds of grey-brown dust puffed everywhere. For once, she didn't feel the obsession to clean up. She gazed into the mirror. She was thin to an extreme, her chest looked normal, but her cheek bones showed prominently, and there was little but skin on her stomach and thighs. This is, ignoring all the muscles she had developed recently. Once the weight loss stopped, the weight shot up. Muscles were, as she had discovered, heavier than fat. She stared at her face intently. It was angular, pretty, a bit. Her eyes were large, a deeper brown than she remembered them. Her skin was pale, bordering on sallow, and her lips, though full, were crinkled. Her nose was pretty much the same, only a bit pointier. She some how looked Asian. She had heavy purple circles under her eyes. Her teeth were white and straight, but she didn't have much of a chance to dazzle anyone. Her eyelashes were long and thick. She was unlucky. She had the features, but for some reason, put together, they looked just awkward.

Brushing her teeth, she almost missed the phone. Running out of her room and tripping over the banister parallel to the small flight of stairs leading to her living room, she picked up the phone. "'Ullo?"

"Hermione?" came a familiar voice.

"'Arry!" she cried delightedly. "'ong fime!"

"Hey 'mione. Is something wrong?"

"Nah, bwushing feeth. Call ya back." And she clicked the phone shut. She went up to her room and finished quickly, dialing his number, which she had by heart.

"Harry!!" she cried, genuinely happy. "It's good to hear from you!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's good to talk to you too." He replied, his tone showing just a hint of amusement.

"Well… spill. What's up?" she asked.

"Me? Oh nothing much. Just, I'M GOING TO BECOME A FATHER!!!" he yelled over the phone.

Hermione screamed, half disbelieving, half overjoyed. "I'd better be it's god-mother," she threatened.

"Are you decent?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"are you?"

"yeah."

And the phone clicked shut as she apparated to his house, and squealed, throwing herself at Ginny and Harry and kissing their cheeks. "I'm so happy for you! Is it a girl or a boy?"

"Boy," Ginny replied, grinning. She sobered down when she looked properly at Hermione. "'mione, you don't look so good. Are you dieting?" she accused.

Hermione glared. "No. I'm not dieting."

"Then why are you so skinny?"

"I'm not skinny."

"and you're obviously not sleeping enough."

"I am so!"

"Hermione, who's your new boyfriend? Is he abusive?"

"What? What gave you the idea I have a boyfriend?" she demanded, slightly infuriated.

"what else could it be? You work at a library, it can't be stressing you out that much." Harry said quietly, supporting his wife.

She blushed furiously and ducked her head. "Well. Erm. I'mnotworkingatalibrayI'mkindofworkingattheMinistyofMagicasanAuror."

"You do realise, Hermione, that you'll have to say that again." Harry said dryly.

"Yeah. Okay," she took a deep breath, "I'm working as an Auror at the Ministry of Magic."

Both Harry and Ginny just stared at her, dumb-founded.

Well? How is it? does it sound in the least interesting? Well, Review please!!

Love,

Lady Merlin