Detentions
In Which Blaise Does Something Uncharacteristically Nice
"And then he just—he just grins! And he says, 'Pity I can't be there with you.'" Hermione recounted. "I mean, honestly, what was going on?" She yanked hard on her long braid which was pulled over her shoulder and turned to her best friend Ginny with annoyance plainly written on her face.
Ginny grinned and popped another square of Honeydukes' fudge in her mouth. She chewed and contemplated the situation before swallowing and throwing in her two cents' worth.
"He likes you," she pronounced.
"Hah," Hermione scoffed, snatching a piece of fudge for herself. "You know just as well as I do that if the rumors are true Blaise Zabini cannot keep his hands off anything with breasts on two legs." She popped the fudge into her mouth.
"Perhaps," Ginny said thickly, "the rumors are only half true." It was well known that most truths in Hogwarts were disbelieved rumors and most rumors were the concoctions of Lavender and Parvati.
"Which part? The part about him sleeping with every girl in Hogwarts or the part about...oh wait. That must be it, since it's true," Hermione stated sarcastically.
Ginny rolled her eyes and spoke to Hermione like she was talking to a two-year-old, "Hermione, that is absurd. I certainly haven't slept with him, and you haven't...yet." She smirked at the older girl's shocked expression.
"I—Gin...I would never—It's Blaise Zabini!" she spluttered indignantly, pink patches spreading on her cheeks.
"Denying it will get you no where," Ginny said, as if it was the wisest saying ever. Hermione scowled darkly and shoved more fudge in her mouth, though the flush on her cheeks spread. Ginny giggled at her friend.
"Seriously though. I don't see your problem." Ginny pretended to ponder it, then shrugged. "I seriously don't. You have the hottest arse in Hogwarts with his hands all over you! Bask in it, girl!" Hermione glared at Ginny for her language.
"That's just it, Gin. His hands were all over me. And in the potions classroom, no less!" Hermione said. "Honestly, ravishing me like that with no warning!" Ginny gave up all pretense of trying to hold in her giggles and exploded in laughter, nearly falling off the bed.
"Oh, Hermione," she murmured, wiping tears out of her eyes while trying to breathe. "He was not ravishing you. You two were snogging. You snogged him, and he snogged you. From what you said, he had a very willing partner." She waggled her eyebrows at Hermione, not unlike the twins'. For the second time, Hermione blushed.
"Well, he was incredibly sexy," she admitted shyly. Ginny erupted into giggles again.
Hermione trudged along the corridors Monday, moaning to herself about having to serve detention not just once but twice! She muttered the many ways she could curse Zabini if she ever got her hands on him again. Of course, this lead to slightly more hormonally driven thoughts that involved hands and lips and all the good feelings they caused, which stimulated a nice blush.
Her thoughts were, thankfully, pushed firmly out of her mind when Filch shoved cleaning supplies in her hands and barked at her to get to work. Sighing, she rolled up her sleeves and prepared to polish the hundreds of trophies that lined the Trophy Room walls.
'Too bad Blaise isn't here to distract me,' she thought idly. Then she jumped, astounded such a thought had formed in her brain. There was no way she wanted Blaise, no, Zabini here to distract her. That would just end up confusing and aggravating her more. And she definitely didn't want that. No, she didn't want him to distract her with those big hands and soft lips.
CLANG!
"Sorry, sir," she mumbled, hurriedly picking up the trophy she just dropped. Filch glowered at her before limping away to sit. Hermione re-polished the trophy, keeping her mind very firmly on the rhythmic motions her arm had to make.
Another resounding CRASH came several minutes later, to which Hermione blurted out, "It wasn't me!" Filch sent her a nasty look before a grin, which showed all of his yellow, broken teeth, broke out.
"Peeves," he said joyfully after another crash. "I've got you this time!" He set off at a loping pace, cackling as he went.
"Disturbing, right?"
Hermione shrieked in surprise and jumped, falling off the step stool she was using. She scrambled up as quick as she could with her newly bruised bum, and spun around, holding the spray bottle in front of her like a weapon.
"Lovely to see you too, my dear," her "attacker" commented.
"Blaise?"
His amused expression turned dark for a moment when he muttered, "Back on first name basis, now are we?" Then his expression was schooled to worry. (Hermione supposed Slytherins were good at acting.) "How's you bum?" Hermione hesitated for a moment, but she couldn't tell whether it was from him talking about her bum or if she was trying to figure out if he was sincere.
"Er, a little bruised."
"Well," Blaise dragged his eyes up and down her body, the sexy smirk growing on his face, "bruised or not, it's a very nice little bum." Hermione's mouth dropped open for a moment before she realized he had complimented her and she blushed on the subject matter. Blaise's smirk merely grew.
"Well, Blaise, I've work to do, no thanks to you, so unless you've come here to apologize, I think you should leave now," Hermione said bitterly. Truthfully, she was hoping he'd apologize, take responsibility for giving her both detentions. She wasn't too greatly disappointed, however, when he stuck his hands in his pockets and leaned up against the wall casually, indicating he was thinking of doing no such thing. Hermione blinked and tore her eyes away from the dark man to return to her work.
She could feel him staring at her still after twenty minutes of methodically polishing trophies. She sighed, put down the trophy, and hopped off the steps.
"So you're just going to stand there?"
"Yep," he said, in a manner that was meant to annoy her. He smirked smugly when Hermione sighed exasperated.
"Why?"
Blaise shrugged and pushed off the wall. "I told you, it's a nice little bum." Hermione's expression snapped to half horror and half flushed embarrassment. He was really started to fray her nerves. Honestly, who does he think he is, coming in all sexy and making her think of him like...like less and less of a Slytherin. There was no reason for her to like Zabini, or to be blamed for it. He was a womanizer.
"LEAVE!" she hissed, chucking a trophy at his head. Half a second later she regretted it, some worry peeking out from the blanket of frustration that had become her emotions. It soon disappeared when Blaise easily caught the lobbed trophy.
"No."
Hermione frowned and threw her hands up in exasperation. "Fine! But do not talk to me. Ever. Unless it's to apologize for throwing me in detention, twice," she held up two fingers for emphasis, "or to explain why you're acting so..." She paused, searching for a word other than attractive or sexy. "...annoying." Blaise merely nodded. Hermione huffed and returned to her work.
She rubbed furiously on the next trophy, to Bert Odditee for Special Services. 'Why is Blaise acting so odd? Ginny can't possibly be right...can she? Oh, but he did say I had a nice bum. Urgh, I'm a Muggleborn, he's a Slytherin, just stop!' she thought. Bert's trophy was set down a little harder than intended, and she promised to keep her mind on her something else while she finished.
Five big trophies later, she'd finished reciting the 12 uses of dragon's blood and the charms they'd learned last week. She became acutely aware that there was the noise of someone else polishing trophies and humming. She set down the plaque and turned, her face showing her astonishment.
Blaise was unconcernedly polishing a trophy. Blaise, the second slimiest Slytherin, was helping. Without being threatened, he was helping.
"Oh dear, what alternate reality did I fall into?" Hermione breathed.
Blaise looked up and smiled a real smile, not a smirk. "None."
"You're being nice..." she said uncertainly. "It's—why?"
Blaise's smile faltered and he paused his waxing. Then his face turned very somber. "Trying to figure out why all you Gryffs find your house so damn superior. You know..doing the right thing and all that crap." It took Hermione a second to see the glint of humor in his eyes.
"Doing the right thing?" she questioned, hoping he meant what she thought.
"I got you into this mess," Blaise explained shortly. Hermione smiled at him. He wore a look that clearly said he was unsure about how to say something.
"I accept your apology," Hermione said kindly. Blaise gave her a funny look she couldn't quite decipher, and humming, he went back to polishing the trophy. Hermione stared, trying to figure out him, for a moment before following his lead and returning to her work.
Of course, it's particularly hard to work when a Slytherin who had done decidedly intimate things with you is sitting just a few feet away, seemingly not bothered by the tension she felt in the air. She didn't want to contemplate just what sort of tension she felt. No, that'd only get her mind to think naughty thoughts about Slytherins sexiest.
'Oh Merlin,' she groaned to herself, wanting to tear her hair out. But she settled for setting down the trophy and heaving a frustrated sigh.
So, of course, she was very surprised when she felt a pair of large hands grasp her around the waist and twist her around. Her small squeak was interrupted when his hot mouth covered hers. And she melted.
Her brain was furiously telling her to shove him off and give him a strong slap. Her body, however, was responding quite nicely.
Which is why, when Filch stormed in more sour than before, he found Hermione shoved up against a trophy case, her hands entangled in Blaise's hair and his hands firmly on her bum, pressing her closer.
Which is always why they found themselves being yelled, and spit, at seconds later about groping like a bunch of animals, with threatens of detention in the Forbidden Forest with other animals.
"Well, I hope you're happy," Hermione spat out at Blaise when they were shoved into the hallways. Blaise looked at her with that awful, annoying smirk.
"Yes, I am," he replied quite simply. And he left, leaving Hermione, once again, fuming.
A/N: Ugh. I'm not too happy with this chapter. I took me days to finish out their detention sentence and I still don't like it. Oh well. Looking forward to some constructive critisicm. And I promise chapter 3 will be up much quicker, involving rash Gryffs, vicious Doxies, and a rather tender moment.