My Best Mates Chick
A/N: I am really sorry for not reviewing on time! I've just been revising for my mocks this week. I'm going to upload part 2 as soon as I can I promise!!! Thank you to everyone that reviewed, I'm so glad that you all like the story so far! Please R&R!!!
Chapter 4: Questions with Answers? Part 1
Blaise Zabini looked at his reflection in the tall mirror that was on the wall of the dormitory that he shared with Draco, Crabbe and Goyle and sighed. He was standing there naked apart from his boxers, and for the first time in his life, analysed himself. Not one part of his body was safe from his critical eyes. From the mane of thick, curly black hair on his head to the perfect toes on his size 10 feet. Every single part of him was under analysis.
And why did he feel the need to study himself? What could have possibly made him so insecure that he'd felt the need to really look at himself? Two words - Hermione Granger. Ever since that fateful day in September she had been on his mind, constantly occupying his thoughts and refusing to leave.
Usually Blaise had never had to work for a girl; he made the girls work for him. Why should he have to chase after them when they were quite happy to chase after him? He could even remember having a discussion with Draco where he swore that when he decided to chase after a girl she would be 'the one'.
And this left him with a question; was Hermione Granger 'the one' for him?
"Oi Blaize, open the freaking door! Some of us have things to do you know!" yelled Draco from the other side. Blaize quickly put his clothes on and unlocked the door.
"About time! What were you doing?" Draco asked before sitting down on his bed.
"Nothing, why would I have been doing anything?"
Draco raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He'd been saying nothing a lot recently and it was beginning to piss him off.
"Never mind, are you going anywhere tonight?"
Friday night meant that there was no need to wake up early the next morning so the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would usually smuggle food from the kitchens and have private house parties.
"Well Pansy did say something about a party in the common room but I really don't feel like it. I might go see Granger though," replied Blaise making eye contact with his friend.
Draco said nothing and Blaise said nothing more about it. The two friends just sat in each others company for a while, each engrossed in their own private worlds.
x-x-x
Lavender Brown watched as her three best friends Parvati Patil, Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger all sat on their beds in their Griffindor Common room. They were all deep in conversation about the boys in their lives. She was in the middle of listening to Parvati's long rant on how Dean would flirt shamelessly with her and then not bother to go to the next step of asking her out, when her mind had begun to wander.
Ron had never officially asked her out. They had gone from hardly talking to full on snogging within about a week. At the time it had been exciting; she could still remember the amazingly fuzzy feeling she'd got from their mad bursts of passion. But now she was starting to question the strength of their relationship.
She'd watched Harry and Ginny over the summer and couldn't help but compare their relationship to hers with Ron. Harry and Ginny seemed to have an understanding, their relationship went deeper then others, probably because of everything that they'd been through last year during the war. They had bucket loads of trust and, here was the thing that was getting to her; they actually talked to each other!
When was the last time Ron and her had sat down and had a conversation?
"So Mione, what's going on with you and Blaise?" Ginny asked, snapping Lavender back to reality.
"Well, he really likes me and I guess I really like him..."
"So what are you waiting for? Hurry up and say yes to him Mione, he's so fucking hot!" squealed Parvati.
"Yes but he's also a player, and I've had enough of them to last me a lifetime," said Hermione in a lower tone.
Lavender smiled sympathetically at Hermione.
"I know you have." she said in the same soft tone. "What happened over summer was terrible. But Mione you have to take the risk sooner or later. I've seen Blaise around the school for years and he's never bothered about any girl. They would go to him; he'd use them and then dump them. But now he's actually prepared to work for you! He seems genuine."
Hermione considered this for a moment.
"He's been so sweet to me, sending me little notes and compliments. What if he's only doing it for the challenge?"
"Hermione no one can answer that. You have to take the risk and find out otherwise you'll never know and you'll never be able to move on from what happened," said Ginny smiling at her.
Hermione thought very carefully. Summer had been terrible; the feelings of betrayal, emptiness and extreme loss had pushed her nearly over the edge. Could she really risk going through that again?
Suddenly there was a faint tapping noise on the window pane. Ginny got up, opened the window and watched as the beautiful, brown owl flew towards Hermione with a letter attached to its legs. Hermione stroked it and then detached the letter whilst Ginny brought it some owl treats.
"Who's it from?" asked Parvati eagerly.
"Blaise, it's his owl." said Hermione quietly. She carefully opened the letter and began to read:
Hermione,
Meet me in the room of requirement a.s.a.p.
We have to talk
Blaise
x
She passed it round to the girls and watched their reactions.
"Are you going to go?" Ginny asked her.
"Of course she is! Here Mione just fix your hair and go!" said Parvati excitedly as she handed Hermione a brush.
"Do you want to go?" Lavender asked quietly as Hermione brushed her hair.
"I think so. I want to go and see him. I love being with him, I just don't know if I'm ready for what he wants to talk about."
"You have to take the risk," Ginny said for what seemed like the millionth time.
Hermione smiled and hugged them all before running out of the room.
x-x-x
Blaise walked onto the corridor to where the room of requirement was situated just as Hermione stumbled into view. They both looked at each other intently. Both sets of eyes seeking answers from the other. Blaise walked towards her and smiled his charming smile. Hermione smiled back, noticing that the confidence that usually assisted Blaise seemed to had been misplaced.
"Um, thanks for coming," he said, or rather mumbled.
"No problem," she replied.
There was a pause.
"Blaise what did you want to talk about?" Hermione asked gently. She could clearly see that this was hard for him to say.
Blaise inhaled deeply. Think whooosaa! Came the voice from inside his head. It sounded an awful lot like Draco come to think of it. Dam Draco and his obsession of Muggle movies!
"I wanted to just let you know that, I like you. A lot. And I was wondering if you maybe wanted to, you know, go out some time?"
Hermione analysed the boy in front of her. His eyes looking at hers in hope of the one answer that he'd been longing for. But could she give it to him?