Blaise illustrates the stalking tendencies fools have when in love, to Hermione.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns it all, lucky bitch.
Watching her, Watching me.
"Don't you just hate it?"
"Hate what?"
"What that group of girls is discussing."
She looked over to the group of girls sitting two tables down who were talking in whispers to each other.
"How could I possibly know what they are talking about?" She asked rather exasperatedly.
I couldn't help but smile at her annoyance. She has such an interesting and illuminating way of communicating how she felt, at given times. If she was angry, her eyes would narrow and flash dangerously as her jaw would clench together. If she was happy she would simply smile and her eyes would sparkle beautifully. However, when she was annoyed, she would clench and unclench her fists periodically in an attempt to calm herself down. It was usually unsuccessful.
"Would you like me to enlighten you?" I inquire. I couldn't help but smirk as her fists clenched and unclenched violently again.
"I have the vaguest feeling that I am going to have no say in the matter, am I?" She scoffs, "And everyone thinks that you haven't the ability to string more than five words together at one given time." I chuckle her jab at my lack of communication with the majority of the school population.
"That just illustrates further why I talk to a select few, rather than putting myself at risk of losing valuable IQ points, by associating myself with idiots." I explain, smirking as her fists clench and unclench yet again.
"I'm touched that you feel that I am worthy enough to be one of those select few." She says tightly. I simply look at her until she gives me her permission to continue. Staring makes her uncomfortable, and which causes her to yield relatively swiftly. She finally looks up at me from across the desk, with an expression that clearly states that she wants nothing more than to be left alone in piece. I tilt my head in mock confusion.
"Bloody hell, Zabini, spit it out alright, what are they discussing." She hisses at me in frustration. I smirk at her again, knowing that more than anything it'll infuriate her further. The tell-tell signs of anger start to appear, as her eyes narrow.
"Zabini."
"Well if you're quiet, you can hear for yourself." I respond, indifferent to the glare she is currently directing my way.
"Can you believe it, it's just so romantic, I wish it was me."
"I know, to think that he's loved you this long and has waited all these months before acting on it."
"He says that he noticed me towards the end of last year, and was just too much of a coward to do anything about it. He says that he's always liked my smile, my kindness and my sarcasm. He reckons it's a breath of fresh air. He says it was after he saw me with Jake a couple of weeks ago that he realised how much he loved me, isn't that just too cute."
"I know right."
"And to think, I never noticed him much before, but now I feel that I was just denying my feelings for him. I mean, we use to talk sometimes in class but I didn't think much of it at the time. But now, I know that I actually had feelings for him at the time, as well."
"Oh my gosh, really? That really is romantic."
"I think I love him too."
"Awwwww."
I look at her as her face scrunches up into her distinct expression of disgust. I almost laugh, almost. She's shaking her head and I can't help but notice the bush of hair on her head, and marvel, yet again, at how it has not improved in the slightest over the years. Unlike the rest of her. She grew into her body in her fifth year, but I noticed that it was this year that she decided that she wanted to display her changes to the rest of the population.
"So what do you think?" I ask curiously.
She rolls her
eyes, and I can tell she is thinking of how to word her reply
perfectly. Her eyebrows have knitted together, her distinct signal
that she is deep in thought.
"Utterly ridiculous," she
responds. I'm disappointed at such a lack of response.
"How could someone believe such folly,"
Maybe not.
"How can something like a relationship be built upon such, such ....crap?" I raise my eyebrows in shock that she swore.
"So you don't believe that a relationship can be built upon few conversations in passing, and stalking." I ask, careful to be nonchalant and to keep the smirk firmly in place. I can't help but be giddy on the inside at the irony of it all.
"No, I do doubt that they would be the best foundation for a relationship. I mean, how could they possibly know each well enough to be in love?" She is still clenching and unclenching her fists and her voice has acquired a slightly hysterical pitch to it.
"Oh, I'm sure there are plenty of ways that they could know each other well enough to be in love." I suggest with a quirk of my eyebrow.
She clenches her fist again.
"Not what I meant, though I do think you're right, he sounded like he was stalking her."
Now for her to divulge into how a relationship should be built and nurtured.
"Sure I agree that there is degree of watching someone before you make a move, but really, being in love takes a bit more than staring at each other for lengthy intervals."
She clenches and unclenches her fist again in another hopeless attempt to calm herself down; at least her voice has lost the hysterical edge to it. However, I can't help but notice the slight blush creeping up her face. I smirk, at the admission, it was all too easy. And I thought she would be a challenge. A new line of questioning in certainly in order.
"So you're familiar with the stalking tendencies that many adopt before approach the object of their observation. I wonder who the object of such observations is." I query with my smoothest voice. I am bestowed with a nervous reaction for such a question. She is now chewing on her bottom lip, eyes are trained down and her fist continues to clench and unclench.
"I am familiar with no such thing." Her reply is almost believable, except she can't look me in the eye whilst declaring such things. She always was a horrible liar.
"So, to what degree is watching the person you are attracted to, acceptable." I ask slyly, "Is following them throughout Hogsmead, to see who they are going with, a bit too much? Perhaps making sure your seat at your table has nothing to obscure him from your vision."
And she snaps.
"I am not going to sit here, and listen to such nonsense. Good day." And she gathers up the last of her quills and parchment and flees from the library and my queries.
And I can't help but smirk at her retreating form. In fact I almost laugh. She has no ability to control her emotions. Or perhaps my keen observations have made me increasingly aware of what makes her tick.
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Authors Note:
Hey, so I thought it was odd, after developing a sort of Blaise/Hermione obsession, how many stories of them have Blaise being in love with Hermione for years, and constantly watching her? And then they would both declare their love for each other and live happily ever after. I just thought that Blaise was sort of stalkerish in them plots. So yeah, thats how I got the idea for this story.
No idea really where this is going....I'm not really good at stories beyond a one-shot. But I can't leave this one where it is. So I'll trudge on. Lol
So Read, Review and Enjoy.
KaeLae