She was going to kill Ginny.

And Lavender, and Parvati for good measure. And maybe Ron and Harry for not being there. If they had been there, she never would have gotten into THAT discussion with the girls and never would have agreed to THAT. Yes, it was all Ron and Harry's fault.

She nodded once to herself decisively as she stormed down the hallways, not even noticing the poor group of Hufflepuff first years, which scattered in front of her.

There was one saving grace to this whole thing; it was Friday, all of her classes were done for the day and her "agreement" with the foul red headed wench was only for forty-eight hours. So, she could just lock herself in her room, and being the head girl this year, she wouldn't see anyone all weekend. Then she'd be safe.

When she got to the portrait hole, she spit out the password, "Digitalis purpurea," and stormed in, slamming it behind her and making a beeline for her bedroom door.

"What's wrong Granger?" came a soft and husky voice from the sofa at the furthest end of the room. She froze. Damn him. Damn Ginny.

She opened her mouth to say the required line. It didn't come.

"Well?"

At this point she wanted to claw his eyes out...here she was being forced to say THAT and he didn't even have the decency to look up from his book. Of course considering how one look from him often turned her to mush...perhaps it was a good thing.

"My virginity." She finally forced out, although she was sure that her voice was about four octaves too high.

He still didn't look up from his book. "What about it?"

"I want to loose it." There, she had forced out the dreaded line, that was all she had to say. Now she was allowed to go and hide in her room. Why weren't her feet moving?

This last line brought his head up in a snap. His blue eyes were wide, staring at her in shock. The rest of his face remained expressionless. Then slowly, his eyes shut in a blink, and when he opened them again, they were still focused on her, but they glittered and his lips were pulled up just slightly on the left.

It was this that sent Hermione into motion. Suddenly she realized what she had said, and to whom. She spun around, preparing to dash off. But she was yanked back against a firmly muscled chest. She had a moment to wonder how he had gotten all the way over to her before his lips crashed down on hers and she stopped thinking altogether.

Her mind started working again, when she realized they were spread out on the couch. "Hey Zabini--"

"Blaise."

She blushed when she realized she had just called the boy she had been making out with by his last name. "Bl-Blaise, you know I'm not ready to...yaknow...butIpromisedGinnyI'dsaythatifanyoneaskedwhatwaswrongand--"

"Shhh, sweetheart, it's okay. If I ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you just tell me okay? I promise now that I've got you I'd never be stupid enough to do something to loose you." His voice rumbled in her ear right before his lips went back to her neck and she stopped thinking again.

A bit later, she woke up, still lying on the sofa. Her back seemed like it was in one big knot from the unusual sleeping position. She stretched and remembered why she was sleeping on the couch.

"Mmmm, maybe I won't kill Ginny yet."

A laugh came from the man stretched out against her. She smiled and snuggled closer.

End