Hermione ran through the hallways to the one place she knew no one would find her. In her second year Dumbledore had told Hermione of a place in the castle where only those who searched would find and with the help of a riddle and hours of looking at the maps of Hogwarts she some how managed to find this place. It was a hidden room behind a portrait somewhere in between the Great Hall and Gryffindor tower. None of her friends knew of this place it was the place she went to when she needed some time to herself when the numerous books in the library could not calm her nerves. The room wasn't overly large it fitted a fireplace, a mahogany desk and matching chair along with a dark navy plush couch, a matching armchair and a wrought iron chandelier in the centre of ceiling to light the space. It never occurred to Hermione that anyone else had found the room.

The thoughts of Hermione were beginning to take over. He in all his seventeen years of life never imagined he would be dating someone so beautiful, so kind and so intelligent. His mother was of course all of these things but she was little else. Blaise's mother was what one would call co-dependent. Since her first marriage she had remained single for no more than a day between each new relationship and husband. Mr Zabini was her third husband and had left Blaise and his mother when he was six years old. His father's absence was something that had troubled him for many years. For some reason he could not seem to forgive or forget about the man who was not man enough to see him grow up. It was days when he thought of his father that he would go to his secret hideout a room Professor Dumbledore had told him that if he found he was free to use. Blaise did always love a good riddle and had found it with little trouble. Today however was different upon entering the room he found a girl with bushy hair sitting on the dark navy couch in front of the fireplace reading a novel.

Hermione looked up from her book to hear a noise coming from the door. She turned to see none other than Blaise standing in the doorway. She didn't know why he was in her secret place but she was pretty sure she didn't like it.

"What are you doing in my secret room?" Hermione exclaimed.

"What do you mean your secret room? This is my room," Blaise replied calmly.

"No it's not Dumble-"

"Dumbldore told you about this. He told me too."

"Of course he did."

"Do you mind if I sit with you for a while?"

"Sure, that would be fine I guess," Hermione managed to get our before blushing a deep shade of red. They simply sat there for a few minutes before Blaise decided to end the silence and awkwardness that filled the small room.

"Am I allowed to tell Draco that I asked you out?"

"Malfoy, why does he need to know?"

"He's my best friend and I would like to tell him," Blaise replied sounding a little hurt.

"I told my friends so I have no problems with you telling yours. Just make sure he knows that if he says anything to me I will hex his balls off," she declared with a smile.

"I wouldn't expect anything else from you bella," Blaise replied laughing.

Blaise and Hermione sat in their secret room for hours not realizing how later it had gotten. By the time they realized dinner was already being served in the Great Hall. They walked out hand in hand after having a rather deep conversation where Blaise told Hermione about his feelings towards his father and Hermione spoke about her constant need to be better than everyone else. The conversation had brought them closer together and they found they had more things in common than they first believed.

Walking into the Great Hall hand in hand may not have been the best idea as all heads turned and gasped to see the Gryffindor princess holding hands with the Italian from Slytherin, such a relationship was unheard of within the walls of Hogwarts. The students gasps had even drawn the attention of the teachers towards the pair. Hermione went the darkest shade of red she had ever gone and Blaise just stood there as if nothing was happening, glancing down at his bushy haired Gryffindor.

Draco sat on the bench staring at his best friend as he watched him smile at his fellow classmate. Of all the people he thought Blaise would go for not once did it cross his mind that it would be Hermione. So the Italian had fallen for the bookworm's charm. Not that Draco thought she had any charm. He somehow knew though that things would be different it would no longer just be Draco and Blaise the two best friends always looking out for each other. This was different and he just knew there was no going back.

Blaise glanced down and kissed Hermione lightly on her cheek before bidding farewall and walking towards the Slytherin table where Draco saw his mouth still wide open.

"Didn't your mother ever tell it's rude to leave your mouth open?" Blaise asked slightly amused.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to date the enemy?" Draco replied smugly.

"Hermione is not the enemy Draco. If you don't remember I and my family are on neither side."
"You know you really have to pick a side and I hope you choose the right one."
"Who says which side is the right side? Why do I have to choose a side? I don't care and you need to understand that because I am happy with Hermione but you will always be my friend."

"I know I'm sorry I brought it up but please be careful with her because this could end badly and I don't want you to get hurt."

"Draco it's fine everything is perfect and I'm going to be happy as long as I can."

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