Disclaimer: no, I am not J.K Rowling...

A/N: heyyy! So, this is my second fic that I've published, so see what you think!

Just some things on it:

This is set after DH. After, they were allowed to go back to Hogwarts to finish their education and continue on with that stuff... yeah...

This is also set about 1 and a bit years after they went back to Hogwarts and Harry, Hermione and Ron are flat mates and they are living in muggle London.

~Doctorwhonerd98~

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Affairs of the Heart

Chapter 1: Stuck in my Mind

Hermione's POV

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Hermione Granger woke up to morning sunlight streaming through her windows and onto her bed. She slipped out of her sheets and let her toes go in between the squishy blue carpet. Not bothering, to wrap something over her pyjamas, she walked down the small hall and into the kitchen/living /dining room. Instead of seeing her roommates, Harry and Ron talking loudly and laughing while Harry teaches Ron about muggle appliances, she saw the two boys and a third person hunched over the kitchen table, talking in hushed voices.

"Good morning..." she said awkwardly and she sidled further into the room. The three boys turned their heads,

"Good morning beautiful," Ron said, standing up and walking over to her to peck her on the lips.

"Mmmm," she said, looking over to the table to see who the third boy was, a tanned boy with high cheek bones. Hermione suddenly felt very exposed wearing her pyjamas, a black singlet and plain purple boxers and her cheeks started to flush crimson.

Blaise Zabini looked over to her, scanning her, looking up and down.

"So, Zabini, what do we have the... pleasure to be in your company?" she asked, walking towards the fridge to pour herself a glass of orange juice. He looked at her,

"Well, I just needed to talk to Potter and Weasley about something at work," Ron, Harry and Zabini worked as aurors for the Ministry of Magic, "But I'll be going now," he grabbed his leather jacket (she didn't really know why he needed it as it was the middle of the summer) and walked towards the door before stopping and saying, "Remember, I'm number 310 if you need me," before walking out the door.

Why the hell does he need that stupid leather jacket in the middle of summer? And did he mean apartment 310? He better not have... she thought

"110? He didn't mean apartment 310 did he?" she asked.

"Umm..." Harry scratched his head; "maybe..."he looked around.

"So is that a yes?" she asked. Harry's reply was interrupted by Ron cursing loudly as his porridge exploded in the microwave and was now splattered on his face. Harry roared with laughter at Ron's attempt to use the muggle appliance while Hermione got a cloth and was wiping his face.

I think I will be in for some fun while Zabini will be living in the building...

She kissed Ron's now clean face, before walking back towards her bedroom to get changed for the day.

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Hermione sat at her desk, letting her mind wander why am I letting Zabini conquer my mind today? She thought, trying to focus on her work. Sarah, the person she shared the office with, walked through the door, "Morning 'Mione" she said, sitting down at her desk, Hermione, who was still lost in her thoughts didn't respond.

"Hermione...?" she said, snapping her fingers in front of her face.

"Oh... sorry, what were you saying?" she asked, snapping out of her trance.

"Is something on your mind?"

"Well... it's not much..."

"Then, what is it?"

"Well... you know Blaise Zabini?" she asked.

"The slytherin sex god... good kisser..." she pasued, clearly lost in thought as she smiled. "What about him?"

Sarah raised an eyebrow at Hermione, she may've been a year older than her, but everyone at Hogwarts had heard of Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy, the two sex gods of the school.

"Well... umm..."

"Yes?"

"He's just moved in across the hall from us..."

"And that is a problem because...?"

"Well... I don't know yet, but somehow that boy has wormed his way into my thoughts and now I can't stop thinking about him!"

"Don't worry honey, you 'aint seen nothin' yet until you've seen him topless!"

Hermione glared at her.

"What? He's hot!" she stated innocently.

"Then why don't you go out with him and get him to get off my back!" she said, almost shouting.

"Woah... calm down woman! If I didn't know any better, I would say someone has a little crush!"

"I do NOT have a crush on that boy!" her voice level became louder with every word she said.

"Whatever you say..." she said, sounding uncertain, putting her head down to start writing on some parchment.

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"Geez you little mudblood, just go home already, go back to the muggle world to where you belong!" Malfoy said, going one insult too many. Hermione could not bear them anymore, so ran off, leaving her split open bag on the floor, tears streaming down her face.

She reached the stairs when a strong hand had been placed on her shoulder. She turned around to see Blaise Zabini standing there with a mended bag and all of her books inside of it.

"What do you want Zabini?" she asked coldly, wiping tears off of her face.

"Well, I thought that you might need this," he said, giving her the bag "You know, it's pretty hard to study without books." He started to walk off before she ran up to catch up with him.

"Thanks for doing that Zabini." He turned around to look her in the eyes, even if he was about 15 centimetres taller.

"Well, you're welcome then," he said awkwardly.

She kissed him on the cheek, "Once again, thanks... just don't bully me next time."

"I promise, I'll tell them not to."

"Thanks, it means a lot to me."

"You know what?" he asked, stopping her from walking off.

"What?"

"I don't even like bullying people, I just do it because my friends do."

"What are you doing talking to scum like that Zabini, come on!" Malfoy said, walking down the hall, beckoning for him to come with them.

"Well I gotta go."

"Yeah... well, thanks for everything... again," she said, gesturing to her bag.

"You're welcome, see you round?" he asked

"See you round" she said before he ran off to Malfoy, leaving her there to mull over her thoughts about the Italian boy.

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Hermione apperated to an alley behind her apartment block, stupid boy who has to find us in muggle London... she thought walking into the lobby and towards the lifts. She pressed the button and waited. Someone tapped her on the shoulder, she turned around to see the last person she wanted to see right now.

"How was work?" Blaise Zabini asked.

"Why do you ask?" she asked coldly.

"Cant I make conversation without being shot down?"

"Not with me you can't" she said, stepping into the lift that had just arrived. He stepped in after her and pushed the button for the 3rd floor.

Nothing happened.

Hermione tried pushing the button.

Nothing happened.

"Bloody muggle machines" they both tried at the same time.

Nothing happened.

"Are we stuck?"

Nothing happened.

"I sure hope not!" they tried pressing the 'help' button.

It was silent.

"Try pressing the 'door open' button"

The doors stayed together as though they were glued.

"Oh. My. God I am stuck in a lift with Blaise Zabini... great, just great!" Hermione said, stilling down on the lift floor, running her hands through her curly hair.

"You say that like it's a bag thing!" he sat on the opposite side of the lift.

"That's 'coz it is!"

"Well it's not like I wanted to be stuck in here with you either!"

They heard a big "clang!" followed by silence.

"What was that?" Hermione asked nervously.

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A/N: did you like it? hate it? Not sure? Please tell me! Just review! I wont care if it's criticism, praise just a "hey I read your fic" , ideas for the upcoming chapters (actually i need help... so please that!) anything!

Anyway... I hope you enjoyed it!

~Doctorwhonerd98~