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The silence was unnerving, almost foreboding, and it defiantly made all three of the occupants in the room shift uncomfortably a time or two. No one wanted to be the first one to speak and so everything was dreadfully silent. It was Draco, surprisingly, who broke the silence of the dead, sighing in exasperation.
"You woke me up in the dead of the night just to be silent? What the hell?!" Draco exclaimed, claiming the attention of the other two teenagers.
"Sorry, guess we just needed someone to start." Blaise said, leaning back some to get more comfortable. "So, ya, Drake I've told you a lot of things and I think you know the gist of what this is all about."
Draco sighed. "Let me guess. You being you expressed your feelings towards Granger here the first chance you had and her, being the practical one, expressed how she felt it was all too fast and that she really just doesn't have feelings for you right now. Now you two are trying to get to know each other, or more she's trying to get to know you since you, being a fucking stalker, know practically everything about her. You, being my best friend, decided that it would be so much easier for you two, if you two ever do happen, if I got to know her and her me so that maybe we could get lighter feelings towards each other and not bicker all the time. Best of luck to ya mate!" Draco also leaned back, extending his long legs and crossing his ankles.
Hermione starred at him while Blaise just shook his head. Draco knew everything about Blaise. Every. Little. Thing. The two were practically brothers, their only difference being their looks and parents. The two could've actually ended up as a form of brothers too. Blaise always wished for Draco's mother, a woman who was surprisingly very kind and compassionate, and Draco had always wished for Blaise's father, a man who was strong, courteous, and good hearted. But that could never happen for one simple fact. Blaise's mother was a whore to say the least. She married the men, fucked them for a while, had their child and then killed them. The only problem was that they never got sufficient evidence to prove that she did it. The killing was always different and in a different place. Blaise's father was the longest to last, adding two children to the family instead of one. But there was a simple reason for that. He was the first. Of course there were a few men who his mother didn't marry yet had their kids. Those men were the men she was with while still being married. Including Blaise there were 13 kids. A good amount of them were twins by magic, making it so that she could conceive two children at once from two different fathers.
Christophero and Clarissa- 3 years old
Stephanie- 7 years old
Micheal Angelo- 8 years old
Georgina and Gregory- 9 years old
Natãlia and Nathaniel- 11 years old
Jennessica- 15 years old
Dimitri- 16 years old
Tristan- 17 years old
Laurent- 18 years old
Blaise- 19 years old
Blaise and Draco had both started school late and were now 19 years old, but not many people knew that. But really how else were they able to mature so much faster than any of their classmates? Their parents had decided that they wanted to give their children a little more education before they actually went off to school (odd right?) and so held them over for two years. Hermione herself was only 17, the normal age for a seventh year student. None of Blaise's siblings attended Hogwarts the rest who could attend school attended either Durmstrang or Beauxbatons. Blaise was the outcast. He got along with most of his siblings, especially Jennessica, who had the same father as him, and Clarissa who, well he wasn't quite sure why but he was very protective her in any sense and loved her to death. But some went his mother's way. Christophero, Stephanie, Micheal Angelo, Georgina, Gregory, Natãlia and Nathaniel all were like that. It seems the she actually got to that lot and that might just be why he got along with Clarissa so well. She wasn't with his mother despite the fact that her so called twin brother was.
So anyways back to the story. Hermione sighed and shifted in her seat, returning to draping her legs over the arm of it and then spoke.
"Obviously you know Blaise pretty well because that's exactly how it is. So how's about we start?" Hermione said, yawning after she made her statement.
"Ya, whatever…" Draco said, seemingly distant as of now.
"Ok who's got the liqueur and the Veritiserum?" Blaise asked, now into the conversation. He looked around and smiled. "Nobody? Good thing I brought it then!" Blaise suddenly produced a bottle of Firewhiskey and a vial of Veritiserum. He then produced three shot glasses and sat down on the floor. "Come on you two we're going to play a little game called Never Have I Ever" Draco and Hermione sat down on the floor making a triangle in shape. "Ok just to get the rules cleared up for Hermione because some people play differently from us. One person says something, if you've done it you take the shot and when an explanation is in order you must explain, hence the Veritiserum. Got it?"
"Ya I got it." Hermione replied. The three of them all picked up their glass of the potion and drank it at the same time.
"Ok I'll start. Never have I ever had sex with the member of the same sex." Blaise said with a smirk. Draco groaned and glared at his best friend before taking the shot.
"WHO?!" Hermione exclaimed with wide eyes.
"… um Theodore Nott." Draco replied, a blush rising up on his pale (yet attractive) cheeks. "So ya… never have I ever stayed up all fucking night studying my ass off for a test."
Hermione automatically took the shot slowly followed by Blaise.
"Ok, never have I ever gotten so drunk that I had to stay in bed for an entire day with the blankets over my head and whining to my mommy, or imaginary one." Hermione spoke positively.
Blaise and Draco both took the shots, grinning like madmen.
The game went on and on for many hours. Many shots were taken and many embarrassments were brought to light. And let's just say Hermione's never have I ever isn't true anymore.
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"Hermione! Hey Hermione! Damnit Granger turn around al-fucking-ready!" Blaise yelled, trying to catch up with Hermione while still looking as poised and elegant as always.
Hermione sighed and stopped, turning around to face him. "What is it?"
Blaise came to a stop in front of her and gave her a weird look. "What's up with you? Why are you being so stand-offish with me?"
"Maybe because you're trying to get my attention in front of a lot of people when our talking, I thought, was supposed to be in private."
"Oh… that was only supposed to be when… but if that's how you want it then I guess I'll… just go." Blaise said, looking slightly dejected. He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked down at the ground, turning around to leave.
"No wait," Hermione grabbed him by the sleeve of his robe making him look over at her from over his shoulder. "What is it that you wanted?" she asked kindly.
"I wanted to walk with you to wherever you are headed but obviously you don't want that." Blaise replied.
Hermione sighed and smiled at him. "Well come on. I was just going up to the Astronomy Tower. You get the best view of the grounds up there and it looks great during the rain. I was planning on doing some homework or something." Blaise smiled and nodded before turning fully around and took the books she had in her arms.
"I wouldn't be a gentleman if I let the lady carry such heavy books now would I?" He asked a smirk placed upon his lips. Hermione just shook her head and kept walking.
Within ten minutes the pair reached the Astronomy Tower and they were now sat on the carpeted flooring (of course carpeting only brought on by their own magic). Both of their homework was laid out in front of them and Hermione was soon working on an essay for Potions that they had a week to complete. Blaise on the other hand sat back and watched her. He watched how her expression changed when she found something in her book to put into that essay of hers to make it all the better. He watched her hand move gracefully across the paper, almost like an iceskater skating across the ice in a planned routine. He watched as strands of her curly hair fell into her eyes and yet she just ignored the silky strands that had calmed down over the summer. He watched her chest rise and fall slowly as she worked in peace and tranquility, seemingly in her own world. He watched her lips, her eyes; he watched every little bit of her, studying her like she studies so carefully her books.
Her hands were small yet charming, the fingers somewhat long and thin, the nails a medium length and clean. Her arms were of the perfect width and showed the slightest hint of muscle. Her neck was elegant, made to have a beautiful necklace placed around it where it would rest in her bosom which in itself was of perfect size, not too big, not too small, a C for what he could tell. Her body was that of a swimmer, fit and ready to go but not really built. Her facial structure showed high cheek bones, a petite nose, lips that were plump and curled up ever so slightly at the ends. Her legs were long and shapely, tanned to the perfect extent. Last her feet, small feet for a small girl, perfect. If he had to guess he'd say she was only about 5 foot 4, a good 13 inches shorter to his 6 foot 5.
"What are you starring at?" Hermione asked him, her ever beautiful hot chocolate on a winter's day eyes looking directly at him.
"You and only you…"
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Well chapter three! What do ya think? It's longer much to my happiness. This is more like my writing. I like to be descriptive about things so that you can get a very clear picture about how things are. I hope you like it!