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You cannot always control what goes on outside. But you can always control what goes on inside. - Wayne Dyer

Hermione watched as the Healer handed her the small cup that held the potion. At first her emotions told her not to take it, but after much struggle, the Healer managed to shove the vile fluid down her throat. Gasping, Hermione could feel herself gaining control once more. The Healer left the room, turning off the lights as he left. Hermione held her throat as she sat down on the small bed and waited until her muscles relaxed. She closed her eyes, listening as the door was once again opened and closed quietly.

"Six months in here and you still look like crap."

She smiled. "I'd watch the comments if I were you. They installed an alarm system in here. I alert it and you're off to Azkaban."

"At least I'm not in hell," Blaise responded, walking over and sitting down. She turned to him.

"You're lucky that potion's working during the day or I'd kick your arse right now," she growled.

"How? You're so spent from your episodes that you can hardly do anything at night except sleep and think about Weasley. Unless of course you were thinking about me," he added with a smirk. Hermione closed her eyes and looked forward, reaching under the pillow and handing him the empty vial.

"I suggest you hurry up before I decide to start thinking about ways to kill you. Rage isn't exactly very particular," she whispered. Blaise took the vial and handed her a new one.

"I'm not worried about rage. I'm worried about what will happen when lust comes. You're biological clock is ticking. Will you be able to judge whether or not to set it on alarm?"

"You're a prick," she hissed. Blaise grabbed her face painfully in his hand.

"No. I'm helping you, so you better be thankful. I could be giving you something that would put everyone in this place out of their misery but I'm a nice guy," he growled.

"What do you want with me?" she asked, pulling away from him.

He observed her carefully before standing up, his facial expression suddenly passive. "I have my purposes," he whispered. He headed for the door when Hermione stopped him.

"Blaise…"

"What?" he snapped. She bit her lip then pulled him into a hug.

"I never thanked you for saving my life," she whispered. He pulled away.

"Weasley saved your life. I did what I had to do," he said.

"You were the only one who never hurt me," she said. He looked at her for a moment then shrugged.

"I suggest you take the potion," he whispered before turning away.

"Blaise…"

"What now, Granger?"

"How come when you come in here nothing happens, but if anyone else comes in I could kill them?" she asked.

Blaise glanced back at her. "Because… you have nothing on me. With the Weasleys, they're family. Potter's like your brother. Weasley's your lover… You still feel rage for everything that happened to you, but you have nothing on me. I'm just a stranger to your emotions." With that he turned and disappeared into the darkness. Hermione looked down at her hands.

"I need to control this…"

"I hear that you've been ignoring Ginny," Ron whispered into the darkness. There was a shift in the other bed, but Harry remained silent. Ron chuckled. "I also heard that you basically threw her out of the room."

"Piss off, Ron," came Harry's quiet answer. Ron snorted.

"Why? Because you had a tantrum again and took it out on my sister?"

Harry sat up and looked over at Ron's bed. "If you're going to be a dick then fine, but stop getting into my business. I don't have to explain things to you," he growled.

Ron continued to lie on his back. "I'm not being a dick and I'm not trying to get you to explain anything. I just want you to know that if you lay one more hand on my sister like that again, I'll kill you."

It was a simple ultimatum yet carried a much deeper threat. Harry observed the red head for a moment then lay back down.

"Why are we fighting again?" he asked quietly. Ron chuckled.

"Because if we weren't we'd be in the corner crying," he replied plainly. Now it was Harry's turn to laugh.

"I guess you're right… and Ron."

"What?"

"I didn't mean to hurt Ginny… you know that right?"

"Yeah… I know."

A/N: Halo! Wie geht's? Ich bin sehr gut, aber ich must jehts Englisch sprechen!

Hey. Sorry, just trying to use some German. Hope you like it.

Very concerned reader named Dani: Well, if you know me well, you'd know that it'd have to be a helluva happy ending. Besides, it depends on what you define as happy ending... I was talking to someone and they said that a happy ending was defined as no one dying. If you know me, that's not possible, though I have been known to surprise people. You'll just have to wait and see. Please continue to review.

Nessa Sue: Thank you!

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GTKari-123: It's not the most stable of potions. I hope you had a great birthday!

charma10: You'll learn about what Blaise want's much later, if ever.

SpiderQueenSkylar: I love this story also!

Mione-Girl.x: I'm glad you like it so much.

connieewing: Yes, well, Hermione's not in the best of sorts.

peachpaige: I'm glad that this one isn't as dark. I don't want to start sucking peoples souls out.

NairobiDawn: Only time will tell...

Chapter Tease:

Blaise couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips when Hermione ground her hips into his tantalizingly. His mind was growing fuzzy under the onslaught and he knew that if he didn't do something now, he'd be to far gone to do anything at all...