Disclaimer: Oh yeah, I've got loads of money from these characters. Yep. Oh. So you don't believe me? You what? You think I'm lying? Well… well… You might be right but I'm not implying it.

A/N: So basically, you all must've thought I abandoned this site, eh? Well... you're wrong. I've just had a few... obstacles to overcome the past few months. But the point is, is that I'm back, and here's chapter four! Enjoy!

All That You Haven't Got
Chapter Four:
Tea, Studying, and Much More

Hermione suddenly was scooted out of the Hospital Wing, left alone in the empty corridor standing in pure confusion. She felt like she had just been hit with a huge boulder. She couldn't… she wouldn't… but she had to help Zabini with his homework. Which meant, she would have to… talk to him… and… study with him. She felt her mouth become suddenly dry.

"Hermione," greeted Ginny as she passed the stricken witch. Hermione took one look at the redhead and began pouring out earlier events of the day; mainly all of them revolving upon Blaise. In return Ginny tried to calm down her hysterical friend, patting her awkwardly on the back while Hermione squeezed the redhead in her shaking arms. "There, there Hermione… Let's… talk about this over a cup of tea, shall we?"

Ginny led her panicked friend toward the kitchen, tickling the pear on the guarding portrait and ushered them into the entrance once it was cleared. Upon their arrival the house elves instantly scurried toward them, surrounding their significantly larger forms. "What shall you be wanting Miss?" squeaked one.

"Some tea," Ginny answered gently, "two cups of it, please."

"I'll be getting it Miss, I'll be getting it!" it squeaked. Within minutes, it scurried back to her, with two cups filled with tea on a silver tray. "How long shall you be staying Miss?"

"Not very long," Ginny answered as she took the tray. "Thank you. We'll be here for only a few minutes then we'll get out of your hair."

The small creature looked taken back. "Oh, no, no Miss," it squeaked. "We be enjoying you in our hair."

Ginny giggled before nodding gratefully and the house elves continued about with their business.

"I don't want tea," groaned Hermione.

"You should have it," Ginny urged motherly. "It will calm you down."

"I don't want to be calmed down," Hermione responded dully. "I just want Zabini to heal in the next hour so I don't have to tutor him."

"He can't be that bad," frowned the redhead. "You can always get that book from him too."

Hermione glanced at Ginny, surprised. "Ginny…" she warned shaking her head, her bushy hair flying everywhere as she did so.

"I'm just saying," smiled the younger girl. Hermione saw that smile before; that smile filled with such overwhelming mirth practically belonged to Fred and George's faces. "Drink it Hermione."

Hermione begrudgingly took the delicate cup to her lips, sipping a small, unsatisfying amount of the burning liquid before setting it down.

"It's Tuesday tomorrow," Ginny informed. "You'll have to start tutoring Blaise then."

"Why do you call him by his first name?" Hermione asked miserably before she wrinkled her nose. "You know he's a Slytherin."

"Buthe hasn't done anything to me," insisted Ginny in a sharp tone. "I agree that it's ridiculously radical to call a Slytherin by his or hers first name, though." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, implying the underlining sarcasm to her words as she placed her cup onto the presented silver tray. "Thank you." She smiled as the house elves eagerly nodded their heads in return. She and Hermione finally left the kitchen, the brunette leaving with even more worries on her mind about tomorrow.

Hermione wasn't ready for tomorrow. She never would be…


The brunette sighed as she leaned against the cold stonewall, tracing her fingertips through the cracks in between the stones and held her books tightly against her chest. She wasn't ready to face Blaise. No, she didn't want to tutor a Slytherin. Maybe if she just turned around and… walked away… and –

"Miss Granger?" asked a surprised voice. She turned to see the nurse looking at her. "Come in, come in. Mr. Zabini has been waiting for you." Hermione bit her bottom lip as she entered the Hospital Wing. She never much favored hospitals, really hating to hear and see the ill ever since she was a child. "Miss Granger? Here's Mr. Zabini." Hermione snapped her head towards Blaise. He was reading a book with a cup of liquid next to his bed, either clearly ignoring the nurse or didn't seem to quite hear her.

"Um," she began.

"You can leave the books over there," Blaise pointed to a stool placed next to his bed. His eyes didn't leave his book, much like Hermione would do if she were interrupted while reading. She would rather have fancied just to place the books there and dash out of the hospital…

Oh no, she mentioned the 'H' word. She began to feel her legs slowly collapse under her weight. She reached out shakily to grab his bedpost to catch her fall. It was then when Blaise tore his eyes from the novel in his hands to glance at her with an eyebrow raised.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I… I don't fancy hospitals," she mumbled weakly.

"You were fine yesterday," pointed Blaise, his eyebrow still raised.

"Yes, because I didn't really think about the hospital," she mumbled. "I thought of getting help for you…" Big mistake. She had just let slip about her concern for a Slytherin.

"You were concerned about me?" Blaise repeated amusingly. He liked it when Granger was vulnerable. Now he had something to prod and provoke her about. Excellent. "I thought a Gryffindor like yourself couldn't care less about a Slytherin."

"Which you're right," she answered wearily. "But if I helped a Slytherin, then Professor Dumbledore would see me tending to other students I'd most likely be given bigger chance of being Head Girl next year, you see?"

He knew she was lying.

"Right," he smirked.

"Right," she repeated, glaring at the smirking boy. "Well, then, shall we start studying?"

"Whatever you say, Granger," he answered lightly. She then placed a Charms book onto his lap before taking a seat next to his bed and, remarkably, the two began to study.


"You see Zabini?"

"Yes, yes, I understand already," Blaise rolled his eyes before taking another sip of his drink.

"Must I remind you, Zabini," hissed Hermione through gritted teeth, "you didn't understand it a few minutes ago… why must you sip so loudly?"

Blaise looked at her surprised. "I sip loudly?" he inquired.

"Yes, VERY loudly," she seethed.

"Well, I must ask, Granger," he drawled, "do I just honestly bother you this much? Am I that annoying?"

She paused for a moment. "Yes," she finally answered.

"Merlin Granger," he rolled his eyes. "You've got to loosen up. So what if I bother you? What about me? What if you just bother me?"

"That's just like a Slytherin," Hermione scoffed, wrinkling her nose in clear distaste. "Always thinking about themselves."

"Sure, so Gryffindors put others in front of themselves," Blaise chuckled, attempting to remain calm. "I'm sure. A Gryffindor concerns for others… that is, until they know the can be in spotlight – that's when they step over everyone. A Gryffindor can't resist the limelight, can they?"

"We do," she snarled. "At least we're not like conniving little twits like Slytherins."

"And at least we're not like reckless Gryffindors," he spat, his eyes growing stormy. "At least we're not like reckless Gryffindors that are too stubborn and end up dying the first. At least Slytherin's got some common sense."

"Oh indeed," Hermione deadpanned. "Slytherin's got common sense. Sure. That'll be the day. At least we're not cowards."

"At least we're dense and think we're invincible," Blaise shot viciously. Damnit. He just lost his temper. "If we were all like that, then we'd all be dead like Potter's parents."

Hermione's eyes immediately widened in disbelief. "Take that back!" she cried fiercely as she jumped promptly to her feet.

"Oh? I strung a soft spot, have I?" sneered Blaise cruelly. "I couldn't really see you with Potter anyway, Granger. But that doesn't matter. Well, hopefully you won't end up like his stupid parents. Dead and then some!"

"Zabini," Hermione hissed, her eyes dangerously flashing anger. "Don't. Talk. About. Harry's parent's like that – ever again." She took out her wand, pointing it at his face. Her hand began to turn white as she held tightly onto the wood. "Harry's done nothingnothing to you. Better leave him out of this or you could get another broken body part." He shut his mouth as his eyes rested on her wand; he knew she could as well give him several broken body parts. Damnit! Where was his wand?

"Miss Granger! What on earth are you doing?" she turned to see Madam Pomfrey.

"Nothing Madam, I was just teaching Zabini a lesson," The nurse nodded, assuming Hermione meant a lesson in the book that was placed on Blaise's lap. Once the nurse left the two alone again Hermione redirected her attention back to Blaise.

"Don't ever about Harry like that – do you hear me? Harry's done nothing to you – he's been through enough in his damned life you couldn't manage to think of. If I hear you once, once talk about him or his parents like that again – I will kill you."

Hermione gave him another intense glare as she gathered her books and stormed out of the Hospital Wing. Blaise couldn't believe Hermione would be so livid with him. He never had seen her eyes light with so much rage. He almost felt sorry for her, like he really did something wrong. Wait. No, there wasn't a reason to feel sorry for a Gryffindor.

He then shook himself free of such guilt-ridden thoughts and took the book on his lap and continued reading it, as if nothing happened. Typical Slytherin


A/N: Ooohh, looks like Blaise just caught the wrath of Hermione. Heh. Anyways, the next chapter will be a tad bit romantic on Hermione and Blaise's terms… (Which, you all know that means it really isn't that romantic – but hey, it's SOMETHING.) Reviews would be lovely! Thanks!