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The Occasion-A-Day Competition - Day 15

Fanfiction Marathon - BlaiseHermione


Musical Attraction


The music was haunting, beautiful but so sad that it made her chest hurt. She walked towards it quietly, casting a silent spell on her shoes to mask her steps. The last thing she wanted was to spook whoever was playing so stunningly. The dungeons seemed to echo with the notes, and she was thankful for the first time all evening that she'd drawn the short straw of a Saturday night head-student round.

She reached the door, surprisingly left wide open, and watched as he played, seemingly unaware of her presence. He had his back to her, but she could see his fingers flying expertly over the piano keys. He was engrossed in the music he played, and she watched him for long minutes before she regretfully slipped away from the door.

Technically, she knew she should have made her self known, should have took away house points for him being out after curfew, but she couldn't bring himself to interrupt him. She also knew that she would be volunteering for the round next weekend, in the hopes of hearing him again.


He let the music taper off, looking briefly over his shoulder when he did. He'd known she was there, but when he was in the zone, nothing could stop him from finishing so he'd ignored her. He wondered what she thought. A slimy Slytherin playing such a delicate instrument. Shrugging to himself, he stood from the small bench, stretching his hands out.

Maybe she'd come back. She was the head-girl after all, and he knew she often did the rounds no one else wanted, Malfoy had been crowing about it not a few days before.

He shrugged and with one last glance at the piano, Blaise left the room, heading back to the Slytherin Common rooms. There was no point chancing fate.


She heard and watched Blaise play the same music for four Saturday's on the trot, and she hated to admit it to herself but she was enthralled by him as much as the music he played. Always sad, always leaving her with an ache in her very soul.

On the fifth Saturday, the music changed. It was more upbeat, hopeful in fact and she smiled when she reached the door. He still sat with his back to her, but he seemed to be holding himself differently. More relaxed than usual, she thought. She stood still, making no more noise than she would normally, until the music began to taper off.

"Come sit with me," he said, his voice strong enough to overpower the music.

She jumped, but did as he requested, awkwardly at first as she crossed the room and sat beside him on the too small bench seat.

"Do you enjoy piano music?"

"I enjoy your piano music," she admitted with a shy smile feeling the blood rise to her cheeks leaving a blush in it's place.


He smirked at her, finding the blush in her cheeks to be very appealing, and let his fingers run across the keys, playing a happy tune he'd learnt while still learning to play. She laughed and he thought the melodic tones to it were as beautiful as anything he could play.

Clearing his throat, he murmured, "Does your orange haired lover know you come and spy on my every weekend?"

He left enough playfulness in his voice so that she wouldn't take offence, but he wondered if she'd understand the real question he was asking.

"Ron is currently seeing Luna Lovegood," she replied quietly. "We happen to work much better as friends."

"Ah. My apologies. So there is no one who will get jealous if I happen to ask you on a date, next Hogsmead weekend?"

She shook her head, the beginnings of another beautiful smile on her face.

"Then, Miss Granger, would you care to join me in Hogsmead, next weekend?"

"I'd love too."