How Do We Tell Him?

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As he lead her to the bed, wrestling with her lips, he felt something hard on her middle finger. It was cold and smooth, and he had a hard time catching a glimpse of it, as she was eagerly unzipping his pants. He flipped her over so that she was on top. He intertwined their fingers, and stared hard at her left hand. The golden ring shimmer, and his anger rose.

His reaction went unnoticed as she continued kissing his neck, her hands eager to undo the zipper completely. When he was physically unresponsive, she realized that he was staring at the ceiling with a glazed look in his eyes. He forcefully took a hold of her and moved her to the side of the bed. He then rose and walked over to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face.

"What the hell was that?" she asked angrily. He had left her there right in the middle of things!

"I can't screw you when there's a ring on you finger!" he said with blazing eyes.

"Blaise, you know what happened last time…I forgot it on the counter and he nearly-"

"Beat you to death, right?! This excellent husband-to-be of yours!"

"You know that's not fair! What am I supposed to do?"

"Fucking freedom of choice, Hermione. You don't have to wed the first guy you have sex with!"

Silence.

"I'm sorry I didn't mea-" he crossed the room to comfort her.

"Don't. Your words hurt me Blaise. That's why we can never be more than this" she motioned to the hotel room.

"But this" he motioned in a similar manner "Is beautiful. Our passion is beautiful. Our sex, our love-"

"What love Blaise? I have no love for you, and you certainly have none for me."

"I have no love for you? I have no love for you? If I had no love for you would I really be here right now? Would I really keep you here as long as possible so that you never have to go back to the horrid fiancé of yours? Would I really keep planting false evidence so that he works at the office late and you don't have to deal with him as much? If I had no love for you would I really have saved you when Voldemort aimed the curse at you?"

She felt ashamed. He was, after all, entirely correct. She was being absurd, all this time having not seen it. He truly did love her.

She started crying.

He took her face in his hands and kissed every tear that she cried until the amount of kisses became ridiculous and Hermione had no choice but to laugh. He continued, until she put up a hand.

"What?" he asked tentatively.

"No, nothing…it's just…"

"Yes…"

"How do we tell Percy?"

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