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Chapter Two – Taking A Drive With Zabini.

"You have got to be freaking joking" Screamed Hermione down the hallway, towards to kitchen. With that, Harry, Ron, Lupin and Mr. Weasly came out. Harry stopped dead at the door so that Ron ran straight into his back and the two fell on the floor. Blaise Zabini smirked at the two on the floor, finding amusement in the fact that Ron was so terribly clumsy.

McGonagall smiled before turning to Blaise. "I'm afraid this is where I leave you." Then he turned to Lupin who was standing just behind Hermione "Blaise has all the details and knows all the arrangements. He shall fill Hermione in on the way to their apparition destination. Farwell and good luck. We shall send word regularly of the going on's and inform you once you are safe to leave" She gave a curt nod, stepped off the porch and spun on the spot once before disappearing. Blaise turned his attention to Harry and Ron who were still on the floor.

"Tsk tsk Weasly. Two left feet it would seem. I wonder, how much good you're going to be to Potter, finding those Horcruxes" Blaise smirked again. He was very sophisticate, his hands clasped behind his back, his posture perfect, his head held high.

"Sod off Zabini" Ron snarled.

"Whatever Weasly. I have other things to attend to. Granger, are you ready? Because we need to leave immediately"

Hermione raised an eyebrow and glared at him. It was obvious that she didn't not wish too accompany him anywhere. Blaise noticed this, and matched her glare.

"Do not think for an instance Granger, that I am happy about this situation. I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't backing into the same corner as you. If you want to piss and moan about it, please direct it at dear Aunt Nymphadora. This is all her doing" Said Blaise, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

There was a collective gasp, before all heads turn towards Tonks.

"Excuse me. Aunt Nymphadora?" Asked Harry and Ron simultaneously. Tonks looked embarrassed and refused to answer the question. Instead she turned to Blaise.

"Do be good. Don't going doing anything stupid. You're not going to be there by yourself, remember. And make Hermione feel welcome." She added in a deathly whisper so only Blaise could hear here. He raised his eyebrow, but it was obvious he got the meaning.

"Well come on then Granger, hurry up. We haven't got all bloody night" and with that he picked up her trunk and stalked off the doorway. Hermione turned to the group of friends behind her. While she was still angry with them, she hated the person waiting for her a little way down the path, and so deciding to save her hatred for Zabini she wished the group well with their difficult mission and hugged Harry and Ron goodbye before turning away, tears stinging the corner s of her eyes, and following Blaise down the path. There sitting on the street, out the front of Number 12 Grimmauld Place was a beautiful sleek, black sports car. Despite her anger at having to spend large amounts of time with Zabini, she gasped in awe.

"Is this yours?" she asked curiously as Blaise placed her trunk in the back of the car. He half shrugged before nodding. He opened the door for Hermione, ushering her in, much to her dismay. At the look of shock on her face Blaise glared at her,

"What? My parents have brought me up as a gentleman. No need to get all gushy. Hermione held up her hands as a sign that she wasn't going to say anything and got into the car, Blaise closing the door behind her. Blaise climbed into the driver's seat, and as they drove away Hermione took her last wistful look at the place between numbers 11 and 13, she let out a defeated sigh and looked out the front window into the darkness.

After 20mins of driving Hermione decided to break the silence.

"So where are we off to?" she asked casually directing the question out her window. Blaise glanced over at her looking out her window at the think forest on either side of the car, the headlights only lighting up the first few rows of trees.

"My house. Not for long though. I need to pick up a few things then we're off. You know how to appertae I hope?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course I can. If I remember correctly, I was the one who passed first time. Unlike some" she added cooling glaring directly at Blaise, who had not passed first time. Blaise went a delicate shade of pink before turning his attention back to the road. After a few more minutes of driving, Blaise turned the car into the driveway of the most amazing manor Hermione had seen. Blaise nodded towards the manor next door.

"If you're interested, that's Malfoy's place. No one there at the moment though. They're all in hiding. Serves the prat right, getting involved in things too big for him" Added Blaise. Hermione was a little surprised by this, thinking that Malfoy and Blaise were friends. She was obviously wrong. By the time she had finished considering this, they were at the front door of the manor, and Blaise was holding her door open, patiently.

"Granger, get your ass out of the car. We haven't got all freaking day you know". Ok so maybe he wasn't so patient.

Hermione stepped out of the car and the two walked into the house, Blaise carrying her trunk. At the door they were greeted by a small house elf, whom Hermione heard Blaise refer to as Pippy. But Hermione wasn't paying much attention. She was trying to envision what it must be like being Blaise Zabini, coming home every holiday to this. The manor was unbelievable. Her awe was cut short when she noticed Blaise striding away. She ran to catch up and found herself walking through a maze of hallways. Blaise turned around sharply.

"Stay here. I'll be out in a few minutes and then we can get going" He slipped into the room they were standing out the front of and shut the door with a snap. Hermione slid down the wall and sat on the floor. Finally, a chance to collect her thoughts. Everything had happened so fast. Lupin telling her she couldn't go after the Horcruxes. Tonks telling her she was going to a safe house. Blaise turning up on the doorstep… and then it hit her

"Shit! I'm being locked up with Blaise Zabini"

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A/N: Lol, I got a few comments about Dumbledore. Sorry, still coming to terms with his death. I changed it to McGonagall. Hope you're liking this so far. It'll get better I promise!